Why does this have to happen to me? What did I do? God have I upset you? PUSH THESE DAMNED MEN TO THE WOMAN!!!

Conor had me pinned to a wall, just outside Master’s room. Wtf is with these people.

“Um..Hello there sir..Did you want tea..Coffee..Perhaps a hot chocolate?” I smiled nervously, trying to offer my hot chocolate to him. Why is that, I think his ass is a vampire? Maybe a wolf? Does it run in the family? Whyyyy! Well..It’s pretty hot..To have a man drink your blood..Your own blood run down your neck as the sensation feels— Jesus I’m just a horny idiot.

Conor hasn’t said anything. Not that I noticed anyway. He damn hair covered his eyes too, so I dunno wtf he lookin at. I had tried to move my arms, pain had run through them. His grip was strong, that’s for sure.

“Seems you’ve figured me out, human” Ack- right in the heart. He spoke to me as if I was just a mere peasant. Well, that’s definitely not far from the truth.

“What do you mean, sir?” I mumbled staring up at him, gulping nervously. Conor has moved his head down, right to my neck. Goddamn it, he a vampire.

“Wa-!” I let a gasp, which sounded more like a moan out. I didn’t expect this. Why am I getting so many guys after me? I just want the Master. I want him to want me too..

...

Something was wrong. A pain in my heart had told me so. It aches. Where’s Tai? What was that gasp? Distant talking? Tsk! I quickly got up from my desk and opened the door. My eyes almost instantly water from the disgusting sight in front of me. My servant serving a demon. He looked like he was being held against his will. I growled and kicked the male in the gut, he didn’t budge but he did look at me. My peasants blood sliding down his chin. How dare he..That’s mine..

“What business do you have here? Are you the male who this brat told me about? I don’t want to hear it! Leave at once!” I growled, my face burned, my eyes stung. What’s wrong with me? My ears flicked, the sound of rapid feet coming this way. Who the hell is that?!

“M-Master! Please, calm down!” My eyes wandered to the brat. His neck bloody, his face panicked. I felt upset. I don’t know why.

“Leave at once” I muttered, turning my gaze to the far taller male.

“Maybe some other time, pipsqueak” He turned and walked past me, his arm brushed against me. I felt rage run through me. My hands stung. How annoying.

A hand had grabbed mine. It was him, he was on his knees, looking at my hand, which was lightly bleeding. I bet I had clenched my fists too tight.

“Let’s get you to the bathroom” With that, he got up and pulled me to the bathroom. I wanted to tug and scream, but I just couldn’t. My voice was lost, along with my strength. This damned boy. What’s he doing to me.