7. Others

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, everyone was silenced by a displeased groan that escaped from Dimitri. He pressed on some button on the standing table next to his armchair. The maid who helped me before appeared in just a few minutes and asked, “Yes, my lord?”

“Bring it to the others. I am getting a headache of it’s fidgeting.”

At first I didn’t understand who he was talking about but when she beckoned me to come with her, I perfectly understood. I was the object, I was ‘it’.

“Lord Dimitri, aren’t you being to harsh? It’s only her first day, like we said they are just cute. Trying hard to be good, but failing as they try. You should enjoy these days, until they turn rebellious,” Moira spoke up, pouting slightly now her source of entertainment was gone because let’s be honest she was the one entertaining the group. Therefore I was the only thing to entertain her as the others were merely responding to her talking.

“Is she your pet, Moira?” Dimitri asked darkly, his eyes brightening more in a threating way.

Moira kept quiet and looked away which I interpreted as submission.

I tried to stand up with much grace as possible, to make the wobbling and lingering as little as I could muster.

Still it was funny enough for Moira and Sasha to chuckle and frustrating enough for Dimitri to yell at me to go at once, making me startle. It almost caused me to fall down.

The maid dragged me again through the manor, through hallways that were still foreign to me. Just before she opened another door she spoke in a kind voice, probably noticing the discomfort I was in, “You can relax here, the people on the other side of this door are pets as well. They might clear some things up for you about your new lifestyle. But don’t give away too much of yourself.”

“Why?”

“You never know how loyal they are to their masters and mistresses, open your heart once and your master will know your weaknesses and use it against you.”

I nodded my head, trying to suppress another yawn.

“Don’t worry, you will go to bed soon. It will be hard to acclimate to the new rhythm.”

I tilted my head in question again. “What do you mean by that?”

“You and your questions,” The maid chided. “You have to be careful with that habit of yours,” Her tone curd again. It baffled me how quickly her attitude could change. “I think by now you know they are vampires and they don’t live during the day, but during the night. The sun is not too kind to their skin. Now come along. I have work to do.”

Without another word nor warning she pushed me inside and closed the door behind me. A strong sweet aroma hit me, dominated by vanilla. My eyes had to adjust to the lighting, it was much darker here. Candles were seen all around the room, in the middle a round bed where three people lay, their bodies intertwined with one another.

When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw two women and a man, all looking incredibly handsome and beautiful. If it wasn’t for my soreness, my body would for sure have had some kind of a reaction to it.

The scene in front of me looked intimate, quite erotic even. The woman on the right caressed with her hand on the other’s woman thigh, sitting in between them and said woman was kissing with the man.

The bright red color of the lavish curtains, the carpet and bed sheets gave the room a redish hew, which made the scene happening in front of me even more sensual.

It was the gasp that escaped from me when the woman on the left drew her hand lower between the legs of the middle woman that made them look at me. The kiss was broken up and the man wended his head to me. “My, my, who do we have here?”

When I didn’t move, still stunned by what I saw someone else spoke up. “Well don’t just stand there, come here darling,” The woman on the left urged me.

Slowly and reluctantly I made my way to the bed. The three of them untangled themselves, making room for me.

“I see your knees have suffered greatly, did your master make you kneel?” The woman in the middle asked me with a soft voice. I looked down at my knees and saw they were painted with the colors red, blue and purple.

She held out her hand for me to take and guided me gently on the bed. “Lay down, we will make you feel better,” She winked and giggled.