F5

Chapter 5

Fae

I looked up at him and asked, “Umm… Can I take off my shoes and rest for a bit. These shoes kill my feet.”
He smiled and said, “I know, that’s why I chose them, but sure, you can take a break.”
I sighed in relief and sat on the nearest rock to undo my shoes. He sat uncomfortably close and seized the moment and thrust my heal into a place where a guy did not want to be hit. I heard him groan behind me as I ran off towards the water. I was about to jump in when a cold hand grabbed my foot and brought me crashing to the ground.
The master vampire had grabbed me at the last moment. He brought me to my feet and slapped me, causing me to crash to the ground again, “What are you trying to do! Kill yourself? You know that there are monsters worse than me out in this realm, ones that would be less courteous. I guess I’m going to have to put some boundaries up now.”
He picked me up again and I groaned. I knew what was coming. He glared at me and said, “That’s right, this is your punishment.” He grabbed my hands in his and started to mutter darkly under his breath. I could feel his magic in the air. I really hated the slave bond in this realm. When he finished I could feel my self tightly bound to him and the house, I couldn’t even move. Great, I was bound so tight that I couldn’t move without his permission. This was going to be uncomfortable when it came to going to the bathroom.
He picked me up and led me back into the house. He brought me to an empty room and threw me onto the bed. He muttered under his breath again and I could feel a few bonds loosen enough so that I could move. I sat up and glared at him. Great, I was trapped here forever now, like he was ever going to trust me again.
He glared at me and said, “Now there are going to be a couple of rules. You have to go down to the kitchen every morning and get instructions from Harry for your daily chores. Got it?”
I nodded.
He glared at me and said, “You will also call me My Lord when talking to me, and you may only speak if I speak to you first.”
“Yes My Lord.” I said through clenched teeth.
“Good,” He looked me over and a little regret barely touched his eyes. “Go wash up, I will expect you at dinner and fresh clothes will be brought to you.” He then left the room.
I lay down on my bed and glared at the ceiling. I went into the bathroom and decided if anything in there would be enough to kill me. As soon as the thought had entered my head I stopped stiff without my own control and fell. I felt my nose break as it hit the tub and blood started to flow freely. I couldn’t move. It was as if I was frozen literally. I was freezing. Then I realized the master vampire had probably done this so as to keep me from killing myself. But I would die from blood loss soon if I wasn’t able to move.
Luckily a maid came in and saw me near unconsciousness on the bathroom floor. She called for help and another maid came in. One started to clean the floor as the other one cleaned me up and fixed my nose with a little wave of her hand. Then placed my frozen body into the tub and washed me up. Then they put me into an even skimpier dress for dinner and even tighter too. I wouldn’t have been able to move even if I wasn’t frozen. They also put me into even taller heels. I cringed internally.
They put me upright and carried me downstairs into the dining room, where they placed me into the master vamp’s arms and whispered in his ear. He nodded curtly and waved his hand for them to leave. He was the only person in the room and again I cringed. He muttered slightly and the spell wore off. I shivered as heat returned to my cold body.
“Explain.” He said.
“What? I wasn’t really going to kill myself. The thought just popped into my head. I wasn’t even thinking about it. It was more like an after thought. And then all of a sudden I was frozen stock still, causing me to break my nose thank you very much…My Lord.” I said through clenched teeth. I tried to squirm out of his arms but he just held on tighter.
“I see,” was all he said. He picked up a glass of what I assumed to be blood. He drank heavily and then offered me some wine.
“No thank you, My Lord.” That was going to get old fast. But he smiled and commanded me to drink some. Thanks to the stupid slave code magic I had to drink it whether I wanted to or not. I had never drunk in my life and I hated breaking my record now.
Unfortunately the wine disagreed with me and I ended up throwing up on the table. The vampire laughed and waved his hand to clean up. I glared up at him and said, “You don’t want me to kill myself but to me it seems like you’re trying to kill me… My Lord.”
He glared at me and said, “Were you spoken too?”
“No my lord.” I bowed my head but inside I was mentally flipping him off.
“So?”
“It won’t happen again My Lord, I’m sorry.” Again, I was mentally flipping him the bird.
He nodded and smirked, “So Ms. Fae, do you have a last name?”
“Hawthorne, My Lord.”
“Fae Hawthorne, it fits you.” He smirked again.
“Thank you My Lord. May I ask what’s so funny?” I glared up at him.
“Nope,” he laughed and again I glared up at him.
“Can I at least sit up and feed myself My Lord?” I was thinking about kicking him again, but decided that would be a bad idea.
“Nah… I like you this way. I can see you better this way.” That had a double meaning. I struggled to sit up anyways but he just shoved me down again. I was lying in his lap, which was really uncomfortable. He laughed again. I was really getting sick of this guy. I almost thought it would be better to kill myself.
And then I froze again. He looked down at me and sighed, “Why do you want to kill yourself so bad? It hurts me inside.” He sat me up on his lap and encircle me in his arms before muttering to unfreeze me. I shivered and sighed, and then groaned.
His arm was squishing a large bruise I had acquired and it hurt really badly. He looked down at me and said, “What’s wrong?”
“My Lord, you are pressing against a bruise on my waist.” I muttered as he squeezed a little harder by accident, probably thinking that I was going to faint or something.
He looked down at me pitifully and loosened his grip some. “Would you like me to heal it?”
“Sure My Lord,” I muttered again. I could slowly feel the ache of today wearing on me. He asked me where it was and I pointed to my left side. He slit my dress open slightly and groaned. I looked down and saw that I had had a very, very, large and yellowy infected bruise/cut. It started to ooze slightly and I almost got sick again.
“This is going to be a little tougher than I thought. You aren’t allergic to anything are you?”
“Not that I know of my lord.” I saw that it slowly grew in front of my eyes. I looked wildly up at him in fear.
“I told you that there were worse things than me out there. Did you touch the water at all?”
“I don’t remember.” I started to slowly slip in and out of consciousness. I swayed a little and the master vamp clutched me tighter in his grip. He picked me up and ran out of the room to the bathroom. He went through the cabinets and found some fluid that looked like rubbing alcohol. It burned as it hit the skin and I moaned in pain again. The pain lessened and I looked down at the wound. It was almost gone. He poured more liquid on it but then said, “I’m going to have to open it a little, do you mind?”
“No my Lord…” I mumbled faintly. I felt my skin tear open a little, which caused me to cringe. He poured more of the liquid in and boy did it hurt like a mother…
I looked back down at the wound and all I saw was perfectly healed skin. I sighed in relief and said, “Thank you My Lord. I owe you one.” I smiled up at him before falling fast asleep on the sink counter.