I sat uncomfortably on my knees next to Dimitri’s armchair. We had now moved to another sitting room, this one bigger and more informal. Personal items were on display as more electronics.
A big flatscreen hung on the wall in front of me, and playing on it was some old movie. Nobody was watching, however. I couldn’t because Dimitri forbade me and the others were too busy talking amongst themselves.
He had interesting company. Quite eccentric. I noticed quickly they were all vampires as well, their fangs and odd-colored eyes gave it away. There were six in total, Dimitri included.
As I was kneeling there on the ground while listening to these strangers I finally realized what I got myself into and to say my nerves and anxiety were growing was an understatement.
The fact alone that I was now involved with the mafia was bonkers, let alone a supernatural one. Fear consumed me, making me stiff and not moving from my position, how uncomfortable it was, I stayed put.
I was a fucking angel for accepting this deal to get my father out of his shit once again. I should have asked if my dad could be held captive instead of me. I doubted Dimitri would have accepted that. Probably not. He didn’t call me beautiful, but pretty enough to look at and that was what mattered.
Dimitri wanted to be entertained, he said it himself in the throne room. He wanted something to relieve him from his boredom. A middle-aged man was only entertaining to maybe use as a punching bag for a guy like Dimitri but nothing more than that and it would get tiresome real fast.
This thought fumed me. Anger and fear both filling my body, making my fist clench and kept my body rigid. I hated how I felt so useless and pathetic.
Again I was in a position where I had to obey, it felt like I did nothing else in my life than obey. First my stepmother and half-sisters, then the rich wives, and now a vampire lord. It was almost funny.
The woman sitting on the ground her, head in some man’s lap suddenly laughed loudly, making me curious and I looked up for a second. Her brown skin glowed in the candlelight, almost giving her skin a golden shimmer. She was by far the most interesting figure in this group.
Her name was Moira, I believe. She often spoke up or giggled away as some gossip was shared and kissed her lover a lot. If it wasn’t on his lips it was on other body parts, clearly not afraid to show affection in public.
She teased others many times but never had to cash it back. Everyone seemed to let her be. Only one person she let alone, Dimitri. Even in this informal setting, the power dynamic was very much present.
Time went on and these people wouldn’t do much other than lounging, drinking, talking, and dancing – mostly done by Moira. My legs started to hurt greatly. At first, I didn’t feel them anymore, but now my legs were overwhelmed with my weight it seemed. Exhaustion started to creep its way in and a small yawn escaped from me.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Dimitri, unfortunately. Within a second he grabbed me by my hair and pulled it downwards with so much force my eyes started to sting with tears from pain.
By his actions, I looked upward to his face. “You just did not yawn, my pet.”
“I-I am s-sorry, m-my lord,” I stammered, hoping he would let go already. My scalp started to burn from his grip.
In the background, I could hear Moira snicker together with the others.
“’I am sorry, m-my lord’,” Dimitri mocked. “You humans and your annoying habits. I don’t want to see any of that, am I clear?”
“Y-Yes, my lord.”
When the last word left my lips Dimitri let go and pushed my head down again and spoke, “It’s going to be a long night if you already yawn by now,” He chuckled darkly and others joined in laughter as well.
I had to fight the tears from the humiliation and pain. Never had I experienced such degradation in my life and that said a lot seeing who my stepmother was. She just loved to put me down with her harsh words in front of company, often using my mother as leverage.
“How cute they are in the beginning, aren’t they dear?” Moira said. Her lover, Sasha, nodded his head. “Yes darling, they are indeed.”
“It’s been a while since we had a new pet, how about we get another one?” Sasha laughed and pulled Moira on his lap. “Don’t think so, they look cute when it's somebody else’s problem, but they become too much work when they are your problem.”
I couldn’t see Moira’s reaction, but from the sound of it, it was a disappointing one.
“Well, Lord Dimitri, if you need some help taming this one, I will gladly do so,” Moira offered. If it weren’t for the pain and humiliation I felt I would look up and make a remark or just give a stern look, something to show how displeased I was and how they treated me.
The longer I listened to their conversation the more I felt like a thing, an object or animal to be owned. It was awful.
“Thank you, Moira, but as you know I am not a patient man and I only expect the best. I tell you within two weeks I have her rolling over every time I snap my fingers.” Again laughter.
When they quieted down, Sasha spoke up. "I see you haven't marked her yet."
"Right, she just arrived early this evening and didn't have time yet. But don't worry, next time you see her she is marked. I can't have such a specimen running away from me, although I doubt she would seeing as someone else's life is on the line for this."
"Oh, do tell!" Moira cheered.
I really should have bargained for something better because this will be a long, long year.
The pain I felt in my body by the endless kneeling I had to do that evening was almost worse than being pushed down the stairs. My half-sisters, Clair and Clara (how horrible to name your children with such similarity), weren’t too thrilled when I entered the Irving household.They were twins and one unit against the world, so to share the house with someone else was something hard to register for them. This resulted in bullying me whenever the chance arose. I often didn’t mind them as I hid away in the attic, but one time, when I was mere months away from my mother and present in that cold home (and didn’t know of the dangers the two demons caused), they decided to try to get rid of me by pushing me down the stairs.I fell rather unfortunately leaving me with a concussion, a broken leg, and several bruises. I felt sore for weeks, but that was nothing compared to how my knees felt as I heard Moira keep asking questions about how idiotic and pathetic my father was.All of a sudden, eve
“Tell me, what’s your name?” One of the women asked.“I-It’s Ravenna.”“And whose pet are you, Ravenna?” The other one asked.“Dimitri’s,” I said without hesitation, intimidated by them and not daring to lie. But once his name left my lips, it felt like a mistake. Something the maid warned me about.The woman with her soft voice gasped as she put her hand over her mouth. “You never call your master by just his name. Never.”“Don’t be dramatic, Ivy,” The other woman chided. She then turned to me, “It’s not wise to call your master by just their name, these walls have ears and one of the gravest rules to break is to call them by just their name.”She put a strand of hair behind my ear. “You look exhausted, lay down with us.”I couldn’t ignore or decline as she pulled me by my arm and lay my head in her lap, softly caressing my hair and cheeks.Never was I a person who enjoyed physical contact, not even from my biological mother. We hugged at times, but she always respected my need for s
Pain. Pain was all I felt.I couldn’t even feel the steel grip of Darius on my body to keep me from struggling against Dimitri. I had no idea where I got the energy or strength to fight against them, but I bet it was the primal instinct deep down in me that fought to get away from the source that gave me such intense pain.It was seething hot, as if hot lava was poured down my body. My whole body burned from the inside out. I was screaming, begging, and crying for them to stop.Then, finally, Darius loosened his grip and Dimitri retrieved his fangs from my neck, licking his lips while doing so.My legs couldn’t carry the weight of my limp body and I fell onto my knees. Tears kept pouring from my eyes as I just sat there, a blubbering mess.“What did you do to me?” I asked when I finally found the strength to speak.Dimitri took a swig of his drink before answering, “I marked you as my property.” His tone was cool, not being swayed by my distress.“Property?” I asked in disbelief.“The
Two maids were busy cleaning up after the scene in the throne room while Dimitri and Darius were standing near the window whispering among themselves.My eyes couldn’t leave the body, or the spot where it once was. I’d never seen a dead body, let alone witnessed someone being killed. The most terrifying part was that it didn’t seem to bother Dimitri nor Darius. They acted like they did before, not as if a life was just taken.I started wondering who these people really are and what it meant to live under the roof of someone who is both a vampire and a mafia lord. A vampire was monstrous enough to warn anyone of any danger, a mafia don too, but put the two together and you got someone lethal.I surely didn’t think this through. The pain in my neck was the prime example of that. When I made the agreement I just thought I had to either do chores – which I was used to do – or had to look pretty and stay at his side from time to time. I didn’t expect this.The hate I felt for my father was
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I just stood there gawking at the scene in front of me. “Tell me human, what’s your name?” Dimitri asked in a low tone.My father struggled as he spoke, “C-Colin I-I-Irving”Dimitri furrowed his eyebrows, “Don’t tell me you are the son of David Irving.” My father frantically nodded his head, hoping a positive answer might be an escape out of Dimitri’s grip, only it wasn’t. If anything, it seemed Dimitri tightened his grip even further.“You really are some low-life, aren’t you Colin?”My father ignored him as he was clawing at the Lord’s hands. His face had now a bright red color, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. I didn’t feel much empathy, watching how my father struggled to live, gasping for air. This was his own fault.“Answer me! Aren’t you Colin?”He finally chocked out after a couple of seconds, “Y-Yes, m-my lord. I-I am a l-l-low life.”This seemed to please Dimitri enough to let my father go, not so gently, however. My father fell down, and hard. The smack of his fall ec
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