Ryan had made me stay in the bedroom when he'd gone to greet the people. I wonder who they were...

He told me to go to sleep, and as much as I wanted to, I couldn't. I had gotten so used to his presence, that sleeping alone felt weird. I rolled over, onto his side of the bed. I hugged his pillow, enjoying the way it smelled of his cologne. I don't like being here, and he really scares me a lot, but I've become accustomed to him already.

I heard the door open. He was back.

"Chris?"

It was Ricky, not Ryan.

"Yeah?"

"Mister Ryan wants you to go by him. He told me to get you clothes, too."

"Okay." I mumbled.

He handed me a short black dress and a pair of fishnets. Ricky sat next to me while I put them on, grabbing the boots I had had on before.

He took my hand, pulling me out of the room. He brought me to were Ryan and his Daddy sat with two other people.

I walked over to where Ryan sat, and he pulled me into his lap. He kissed my cheek, talking to the people. There was a beautiful lady with silver hair and an abundance of tattoos. She had one white eye and one blue eye. They were so pretty. Next to her was a man who wore a black cloak. I couldn't see much, but his eyes were the same as hers.

"Chris?" Ryan said, pinching my side.

I looked at him. "Yes?"

"Ryan Ashley is going to take Ricky upstairs. Do you want to go with them?"

I nodded. The lady got up, taking Ricky's hand. She held out her other hand to me. I slowly got up and took it. She led me and Ricky through the house, to a bedroom.

Ricky sat down on the bed, telling me to come sit too.

Ryan Ashley sat in front of us, smiling at me. "What's your name?"

"C-Chris."

"Are you scared, Chris?" She asked.

"A l-little."

"Well there's nothing to be afraid of. No one's going to hurt you. Okay?"

I nodded. She touched my cheek.

"Did Ryan hit you?" She's asked. 

I nodded again.

"Ryan Ashley, will you do my hair for me? Pretty please?" Ricky asked.

"In a few, I will." She said. "I'll try to talk to Ryan about being a little nicer. You seem scared out of your mind..."

I nodded.

She patted her lap and Ricky crawled over. "What do you want?"

"A pretty braid!"

She laughed, beginning to do as he asked.

"So, are you the s-same as them?" I asked her.

"Oh, no. I wouldn't ever want to be a vampire." She told me. "I'm a Banshee."

"What's that?"

"A spirit of sorts, that shows up when death is near."

"So someone's going to die?" I asked.

"No one's going to die. I'm here on my own time."

"Oh." I said. "Is that guy the same as you?"

"No. He's a nephilim. He's half human, half angel."

I nodded. I messed with my own hair a bit.

"Would you like me to do your hair too?" She asked.

I nodded. 

She smiled at me. "Alright. Let me finish Ricky's."

"Mhm." I replied, chewing on my lip. 

"So, Ricky, anything new happen since I last saw you?"

"Not really... Oh! I got a puppy!" 

"A puppy?!"

"Uh huh! I was always tellin' Daddy that I wanted one, and one day, he just came home with one!"

"What's your puppy's name?"

"His name's Fester!" Ricky told her.

"Oh yeah? Is he big or small?"

"He's a small doggy. Daddy said I can't have a big one b'cause it would make lots a messes."

"Well, Daddy's right. Big doggies make lots of messes." She said. "Do you have any pets, Chris?"

"I had a kitten, but I don't know where he is now."

"What do you mean?"

"He was mine, but I haven't been home and I live alone so I don't know where he is. My friend probably took him, though."

She frowned. "I'll see if I can get Ryan to go find him for you."

"Really?" I asked.

"Of course."

"Thank you so much."

She smiled. "Come here."

I went over to her, sitting in front of her.

"Your hair is too short to braid, but I have a better idea."

"What?"

"Space buns."

"Oh that'll look real pretty!" Ricky told me.

I nodded. Ricky crawled over to me.

"Can I do your makeup, so you look real pretty for Mister Ryan?"

I nodded.

He went into the bathroom, coming back out into the room. He had a big case in his hands. He sat in front of me, beginning to put makeup on my face.

"How do I make Ryan be less mean to me?" I asked.

"Kiss his ass." She told me. "Be as good as you possibly can. Give him everything. Live to serve him. Then, he'll like you."

I nodded. I guess I can do that.

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They'd finished what they were doing and I had gone back to Ryan's room. I had shed my clothes, just like he said to do. I laid down on the bed, waiting for him to come in. Ryan Ashley said that he'd be in soon.

I don't know how long I'd waited, but I finally heard the door open and close again. After a few seconds, I felt him trail his fingers down my sides. "Well, don't you look cute."

"Thank you."

He kissed my forehead. "Do you want to be a very good boy for me?"

I nodded, standing up. He gently turned my head to the side, exposing my neck. He kissed down my neck, sucking on my skin. He scraped his teeth over the bite marks that were already all over my neck.

"You ready?" He asked.

I nodded.

He sunk his sharp teeth into my neck. I whimpered. He pulled me close, digging his fingers into my hips.

He carefully walked back, releasing me as we fell onto the bed.

He kissed my lips softly, meeting my eyes. He wiped the blood from his mouth, nuzzling my cheek. "You're so pretty like this, baby...You look gorgeous."

"Thank you." .

"You're welcome." He said. "You know, Ryan Ashley came to me before. She said that you're scared of me. Are you?"

"S-sometimes."

"Tell me what scares you."

"W-when you yell at me, and hit me..."

"I do that for your own good, but I'll try to do it less." He told me. "Is there anything else?"

I shook my head.

"Ryan Ashley is taking Ricky to go shopping tomorrow. I told her she could take you too. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good."

He smiled, kissing my head. He laid next to me, pulling me into his chest. "I don't want you to be scared of me. I'm sorry I hurt you."

He touched the bruise on my cheek, kissing me softly.

"Get some sleep, baby."

I nodded, already half asleep.

I guess he wasn't that bad when he's nice...

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Comment: do you think Ryan's going to be stay nice, or continue being mean?

Thanksgiving is highkey fucking with my anxiety haha

~xxRy