Vampire Pet

*Alex*


“Well…he wasn’t in there.” Bronie said, climbing back into the coach. My head was turn the other way as to not see the Pub Club where he just came from. I hated that place, I dared not to look or go into that place again after the auction.

“Where do you think he might be?” I asked, turning towards him as the coach moved on, the pub now out of sight and we moved on.

“Well, we’ve looked at all the clubs and bars that he hangs out in. Different hotels…I don’t know where he might be.” he’s voice was a bit worried, and so was I. “Don’t worry, we’ll find him.” he moved over towards me and seat besides me as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. He carried for Kegan just as much as I did. He was like a big brother in a way and reminded me so much of Kevin.

“I hope you’re right,” I said, lying down and resting my head on his lap, we have been looking all night and I was getting sleepy. I closed my eyes to rest them and I felt Bronie started to stoke my hair. It felt good and relaxing to me and it almost put me to sleep. We where silent as the coach moved down the cobble stone road, I didn’t know what Bronie was thinking, but I was thinking of how I have treaded my master with disrespect many times before. He had been trying so hard to show how loving of a master he could be, but I just pushed him aside and left him unloved. I felt so bad now, on the service, I showed that I hated him for how he treated me, but deep down in my cold heart of mine, I truly loved him even though he shocked me with that collar he placed on me. I started to feel my eyes swell up with tears and I couldn’t fight them back. Bronie saw this, and tried to calm me down, stoking my cheek and telling me, “It’s okay,” or “we’ll find him.” sun was rising and we where heading back towards Kegan’s home to drop me of when Bronie had a sudden burst of thought.

“Driver, to the Castle,” Bronie shouted his head out the window, I quickly sat up.

“Where are we going?”

“To the Castle.” I just stared at him, not knowing what, “The Castle” was. “It’s where the vampire clan meets to discuss different issues.” Bronie continued. “A few weeks ago, I was going though my father’s desk and I came across some papers that had the clan’s seal of approval on it. I quickly glanced at it, and the words that popped out where ‘vamps’ and ‘withdrawn’.

“So…”

“So…it means that the vampire clan is going to kill Kegan.”

“What!” my mouth dropped and tears started to reform in my eyes. I then stuck my head out the window and told the driver to go faster. All the way there, I couldn’t stop thinking of Kegan and what they might be doing to him right now. Alternatively, if he was already dead. The coach made its way up a mountainside slowly. From the look on Bronie’s face, I could tell he was not happy at the pace we where going at. He then got out of the coach, pulled me out of the coach and onto his back.

“Hang on,” he said, and he began to run. Soon we where traveling at an alarming rate that I couldn’t see anything and everything was a blur around me. We finally stopped a few moments later outside a huge castle that looked like something out of a grim storybook. I then jumped off Bronie’s back and he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me over to the side of the building where we entered from an open window on the first floor.

We stayed silent for the whole time as we wondered though the halls of the castle. It was cold and damp inside with little lighting. On the wall hung drapes and portraits of the different clan members. Bronie held my wrist all the way, so as we didn’t get separated as we walked quickly, it seemed like we where flying though the halls. We stopped for a minute as Bronie tried to get his bearings right as to where we were and then started running thought the halls again.

“How many times have you been here?” I asked him, catching my breath.

“I used to play in these halls when I was a kid. My father is the right hand member- second in charge- and he used to take me with him. But it’s been a few decades since I was last here.” just then we heard footsteps coming down the same hall we were in. Bronie rushed over behind a panel and covered my mouth so I couldn’t talk. We stayed silent as we both watch as vampires all dress in robes down the hall.

“Meeting must be adjourn.” Bronie said, but when I looked up at him, I saw his mouth wasn’t moving. He was actually talking though his mind. “I don’t see my father though.” I had not met Bronie’s father, so I didn’t know what he looked like. Once the clan passed us by, we waited a bit longer just in case if they would double back or something, then Bronie took my wrist again and went in the opposite direction of the clan. “This way.” he said, and he moved quickly up a spiral stone staircase. We went a right, a left anther left then up a small staircase until we got to a dead end. As we stood at the dead end, I could hear screams coming from somewhere in the castle and echoing off the stone cold stone walls.

“Kegan,” I gasped loudly, and Bronie covered my mouth- Shhing me.

“Do you want them to find us?” he said, in a whisper. He then pressed his finger to his lips to quite me and he slid into a crack that was in the wall behind him. I fallowed, getting stuck as my cape got caught on one of the jagged edges. I quickly freed myself and went up to Bronie’s side. He was at a ledge, the screaming and yells where much closer and louder now. I peered down over what looked like to be a round tourcher room with a very high ceiling. I gasped out when I saw Kegan in the center, tied up, mouth bleeding. Bronie clasped a hand over my mouth so that our hiding wasn’t blown.

“Where’s your son?” one of the vampires asked a much looking vapire in the red robs and was standing back a few feet from Kegan.

“Father.” I heard Bronie breathed. I stared down at the man who he was looking at. His hair was white and so was his beard. His face was scared on the right cheek from eye to the corner of his mouth. I couldn’t see the rest because the lighting was bad and I couldn’t see to good in the dark. Bronie’s father replied to the question and then asked to leave. He was dismissed and we watched as Kegan was stripped and whipped.

With each crack of the whip and chains, I felt a pain rush though my body. I couldn’t stand this, I wanted to get up and run to his side, throwing my own life in to save his, but Bronie held me down and we watched my master being beaten to death. Hot tears ran down my eyes as I saw them bring out a three-ball mace. I heard Kegan scream out with the first swing, hitting his lower backside. I couldn’t take anymore. I hid my head in Bronie’s chest. He covered my ears trying to drown out the screams of my master, but I pushed him off me, I wanted to hear his screams. I did not know why, maybe it was a way of letting me know that he was still alive.

The screams finally died away, and I removed myself from Bronie to see if my master was still alive. I stared down at Kegan, he was limp and lifeless. I thought he was already dead. “We need to hurry.” Bronie said and he started climbing over the ledge and down the jagged wall. I didn’t want to go down, my heart was in pain from the screams that still rang in my head. However, I forced myself down to the floor.

“Alex, open your eyes.” I heard Bronie say.

I had my eyes closed and towards the ground, I didn’t want to see Kegan all torn up and bloody. However, I slowly raised my head to face my master’s limp body. I held my mouth and turned away. He was all cut up and bloody. His chest and back was full of holes from the mace and whips. Sweat mixed with blood as it ran down his naked body. His face was too a mess as his mouth hung open as blood dripped down from his lips and left eye.

“Alex,” Bronie said, coming over towards me and wrapping his arms around me. “You need to untie him and get him down.”

“Why me?” I sobbed. He turned me around and he pointed up to the ceiling where sunlight was starting to seep though the gapping hole and streaming onto Kegan’s skin. “Sun’s up. I can’t go into the light or I’ll burn up.”

I swallowed hard and walked slowly over to my master. He looked even worse up close then where Bronie and I stood. I swallowed again as I reached up and tried to untie the knots in the ropes which held Kegan in place. They where too tight and impossible to untie. “Bronie, do you have a knife on you?” I asked.

He then knelt down, pulled out a dagger from his right boot, and tossed it to me. I caught the blade part and clenched my hand around it. I winced at the pain, took the handle in my free hand, and began cutting the ropes. I tried my best as I fought back my tears as I cut, but seeing my master’s face all bloody and torn it killed me inside.

After a bit of hard work, I was able to cut though the ropes. Kegan was now free and falling to the floor, but I caught him before he hit the floor. His body was limp and heavy, I almost lost my balance but I got a hold of him and myself as I turned to face Bronie.

“A little help here, please.” I was standing right in the middle of the sunlight.

“You want me to get burn?” Bronie said his hands on his hips.

“Please.” I stared at him with sobbing eyes, my body falling under pressure of my master’s weight. Bronie stared at me as he was thinking; finally, he let out a sigh and quickly pulled Kegan into his arms and lowered himself down so I could climb onto his back. Once I was on him, he took off at a run, but at much more of a slower pace like a normal humans run. Being that the window that we came though was too small for all three of us to go out of at once, Bronie made the decision of going though the front door, risking our chances of being caught by the guards who guarded the castle twenty-four hours a day. Luckily, we weren’t caught, as for when Bronie reached the front gates, he speed off into a run where everything was a blur again.

Down the hill and about two blocks away, we meet up with Bronie’s coach again who had been waiting for us to return. I jumped off his back and ran towards the coach, jumping in and taking my master in my arms as Bronie handed him to me and climb in once Kegan was lying on the seat, his head in my lap.

“Are you alright?” I asked Bronie as I saw he had his face bright red and his fangs where bearing.

“Yeah,” he swallowed hard, “ I’ll be alright. It’s just…I haven’t spent that long in the sunlight before.” his breath was heavy as he spoke.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Yeah…give me your hand.”

I did not really understand him at first, but then I remembered that I had cut my hand on his knife so I reached out my hand to him. He took it willingly in his and held it to his nose, getting a grate big whiff of my sent and blood. I licked my lips as his tongue danced off my hand, licking up the blood that was around my cut before kneeling down before me and taking the palm of my hand into his mouth, sucking the blood out from my open wound.

I let him feed off of me, as he did I started to feel good, like when Kegan does to me whoever I hurt myself or when I get paper cuts from his spell books. Bronie looked at me as he sucked on my palm, his eyes where filled with lust as he looked at me. I licked my lips again. I didn’t know how long he fed off me but, when he did let go, he reached in and gave me a peck on the lips. “Thank you.” he said with a smile, and he sat back down in his seat. I nodded in repose, stared down at Kegan, and brushed so loose hairs out of his bloody face. I bared not to see the cuts and holes in his skin so I draped my cape over his naked body, giving him a kiss on the forehead before resting my head agents the coach wall and falling asleep.


I helped Bronie carry Kegan in to the house once we where back home. We had laid him on a Chaise Lounge in his study, which was connected to the library. After wards, Bronie went upstairs to one of the guest beds to sleep leaving me with my master. I went to the hall closet and pulled out a large blanket to drape over him and then went to the kitchen and filled a large bowl with cold water and a dishtowel so I could clean my master’s wounds. Kneeling down beside him, I lowered the blanket to his waist and damped the wet towel on and around the large cuts. I started him his face first, wiping of the blood around his eye and mouth. I had to refill the bowl with fresh clean water and get a new towel before starting on his chest. Once his chest was clean off his blood, I dressed his wounds and then turned him over on his side and did the same thing with the holes in his back; it was just as worse for that’s where the mace hit him most of the time.

I let out a long sigh and sat next to him, I didn’t know how much time passed, and I had fallen asleep again beside my master, my hand holding onto his. I woke hours later to the doorbell chiming. It was loud and you could hear it throughout the manner. I rubbed the sleepers out of my eyes as I got up and answered the door.

“Yes?” I said when I opened the door, seeing a man that I never seen before, yet he seems slightly familiar. He didn’t say a word, but just walked in and tossed his cape over the stair banister and a package on the stairs. “May I help you sir.” I asked him, studying his features. He had beautiful dark skin and had white hair, with a thin beard that was growing in. his cloths where very elegant with a red vest, white ruffled shirt and black pants.

“I am looking for Bronie Carp, is he here?” the man asked, his voice was deep and echoed though the front hall. His gaze right on me, his mouth slightly open and I could see fangs. I gulp, thinking that the clan has found out that we stole back Kegan and was going to punish Bronie and me for what we done and take my master back to the Castle.

“Um…sorry, he’s not here sir…” I started to say, but just then Bronie came down the stairs, stopping in mid stair as he saw the stranger and me at the bottom. ‘Crap’ I thought, seeing that my lie backfired.

“Oh, shit.” Bronie said, looking at the stranger.

I gulped harder this time, wondering what was going to happen next. The stranger sighed and crossed his arms. “Where is he?” he asked Bronie sternly. Bronie licked his lips, came down, and faced him. He looked at me then and shrugged. I shook my head no; I didn’t want anything more to happen to my master.

“Sorry Alex.” Bronie said, and he led the stranger into Kegan’s study. I followed them in silence, worried that the vampire that enter the manner was going to kill us on the spot when he saw Kegan lying on sofa. When we walked into the study, I studied the looks on the stranger’s face. He did not look cross or angry, but more stern as he peered down at Kegan. He walked over to him and my body trance. “Do you know this vampire?” I whispered to Bronie.

“Sadly…I do,” he whispered back. We both stared at him as he sat down at Kegan’s side and caress his cheek where his eye was missing. He pulled from his pocket a strip of black fabric and tied it around his eyes so that it covered his left eye. He then parted Kegan’s lips and placed his own on his, kissing him in a very passionate way. Though Kegan was unconsious, this stranger slid his tongue into Kegan’s mouth and played with his tongue, bouncing it around his mouth, moaning as he kissed him. My mouth hung open as I watched this, but my surprise soon turned to hate as my fist clench and anger ran though my body. When he finally parted, he reached over and kissed his cheek one last time before standing up.

“I’m so sorry…my pet.” I heard say as he whispered in Kegan’s ear. My mouth dropped again at the words that I just heard. ‘If he called Kegan his pet’ I though ‘then that means that this was Benjamin Carp. His ex-master.’ Ben then stood in front of his son and me, I bowed in respect. “Why did you save him?” he asked, mostly directed to his son, thinking that it was his idea to rescue Kegan.

“Because…” Bronie began to say.

“Because, what?”

“Because… I did it out of love.” I told him, stepping up and facing Benjamin Carp, looking him straight in the eye. I was not scared of him, though he was the second in charge of the vampire clan of this world. “It was my idea to look and save Kegan, not Bronie’s.”

He peered down at me and said nothing at first. I looked down at the floor, somewhat embarrass of what I just said, confessing my love to my master’s ex-master. It felt like I was asking someone’s father for permission to marry his daughter. I felt my head being lifted and I peered up into Carp’s red eyes again. He didn’t say anything; he just smiled down at me and kissed my forehead. “You did a pretty good job on those dressings kid. What’s your name?”

“Alex Brown.” I told him.

“He’s Kegan’s pet, and lover.” I hear Bronie tell his father from behind me.

“Well…is that true? Are you my Kegan’s pet?”

I nodded, feeling slightly embarrass and I turn a bright red. He laughed at how red I turned. “No need to be embarrass. Often at times pet’s fall in love with their master’s and vise versa.” he looked at his son who gave him a smile with a flash of his fangs, and Benjamin returned the smile with one of his own fang smile. He then walked back out into the hallway, picked up the package, and open it on the round hall table. I stood beside him as he pulled out cloths that where torn and shredded. “These are Kegan’s I though it would be good for him to have them back.” he handed me my master’s cloths. “Also…I think he would want these too, I don’t know though, they aren’t much good anymore.” he then pulled out a small box and handed it to me. I opened it and saw two small fangs lying on the bottom of the box.

“Guess Kegan is out of luck.” Bronie said, peering over my shoulder and seeing Kegan’s fangs.

“More like Shit out of luck.” I told him. “Doesn’t he need these to feed?”

“Not really. Our fangs are to puncher the skin,” Ben said, “Though he can still feed if skin is cut, though it isn’t much fun as to bit down on our pets or victims. Besides, Only vampires really need fangs, it lets our body know that we have already fed.” he then grabbed his cape and placed it around his shoulders. “Are you staying here?” he asked his son.

“For a little bit longer, then I’ll go home.” he told his father. Benjamin nodded to his son who nodded back. I bowed once again for respect, Benjamin nodded towards me too and placed a hand over my cheek and kissed my forehead once more. “Take real good care of him Alex.” he told me and then headed out the door.

“Wow,” I sighed, sitting on the staircase. Bronie joined me at my side. “That was scary.” I snickered.

“He can be at times,” Bronie replied. “To tell you the truth, I though we were in dead shit.”

“Me to.” and we both laughed at it. After our laughter died down, I started to rotate the small box that contains Kegan’s fangs around in my hands.

“You know…Kegan told me he wanted to be a full pledge vampire.” Bronie said, resting his head on my shoulder.

“Then why don't you turn him?” I asked, looking down at him.

“I can’t. It’s against the law for vampires to blood a vamp or human, unless you are one of the members of the cancel. And I’m not.”

“But your father is. Can he do it?”

“That’s what I was going to tell him soon. When I saw the paper saying that all vamps where being withdrawn, I brought it up that night. He said, he‘d think about it. And seeing his reactions tonight proves that he wants to turn him into a full blooded vampire.”

“Then why didn’t he do turn him when he was here just a while ago?”

“Kegan’s too weak, and he is out cold. If my dad turned him now, Kegan would die instantly.” I sighed and stared up at portrait of my master. “Well…when Kegan wakes up, call for me.” Bronie then got up. I got up to, got his cape out of the hall closet, and draped it over him. I walked him to the door and opened it for him. He kissed me before he left and told me how good I tasted. I laughed and closed the door behind him, leaving me with my master to tend to.

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I UN rapped my wrist as I did every night for four weeks now and picked up the knife that I took from the kitchen. Slowly, I slid the knife’s sharp blade across my skin, carefully not to cut too deep and held my wrist out over Kegan’s open mouth. Once, when Bronie was here to see how Kegan was doing, I accidentally cut too deep, losing a lot of blood and collapsing on the floor. If Bronie wasn’t here I would be dead.

“Remember Alex,” Bronie told me when I woke after I collapse, “It’s down the street if you want to kill yourself, and across the road to feed Kegan. But don’t cut too deep or you’ll cut a tendon and your hands won’t work no more.” I gave Kegan my blood three to four times a week, which was all that I could do other then to talk to him and keep him company. However, it had been almost a month after Kegan was sentence to be withdrawn and me and Bronie saving him Kegan showed little sign of improvement. I changed his bandages every week, and I saw that only a few of them were healing up, the rest where too deep to heal quickly. While not attending to my master’s wounds, I slept or read other books other then magic ones in the library or I would sketch Kegan as he lied there on the lounge, I had sketch out so many things, I made a small little portfolio from an empty file jacket I found in the bottom of Kegan’s desk.

At night’s I would sit on the floor beside him, reading out loud for him, and just as the sun would come up, I would kiss him on the lips, but no tongue before lying my head down on the lounge and falling asleep at his side. I took up a vampire scheduler so that if Kegan would wake, I would be awake when he comes to. This continued on much longer then I expected. It was mid winter now and Kegan was sent to be withdrawn at the beginning of fall, now I can see snow falling instead of yellow and orange leaves. It was cold in the room so I grabbed another blanket from the hall closet and bundle up Kegan and lighting a fire almost every night so I could keep warm too. I had found a copy of “A Christmas Carol” in Kegan’s library, so I read it to him for it was Christmas-in my world that is. Like always, I kissed my master before going to sleep, wrapped a blanket around myself and placed my head on the lounge as the sun rose, hoping that tomorrow night would bring some happiness. But with everyday that goes by and my master hasn’t woken up yet.

It was cold the next night, I didn’t want to wake up, and so I wrapped myself tighter in the blanket and continued sleeping. However, this night felt different, other then it was cold. As I tried to fall back to sleep, I felt like someone was staring at me. I opened my eyes for a bit and I saw that someone was staring at me, I smiled bigger then ever and felt hot tears stream down my face.

“Master Kegan!” I cried out as I flung my arms around my master, plating a big kiss on him, digging my tongue into his mouth, moaning out as I wiggled it around his mouth, moaning as I straddled him. All thought of him being wounded was erased from my mind as well of any wounds of Kegan's that have not healed yet.