Soren's eyes open wide as he heard the creek of the metal door open slowly.

Looking up he felt blinded by the light, being so use to the darkness after so long in it. After his eyes adjusted he smiled seeing Master look at him in disgust.

"Still alive, huh?" she says glaring at him, no expecting a answer.

Knowing she didn't expect him to speak he scrambled onto hands and knees and crawled closer to his Master.

She has left him in the lightless cellar for what he believes almost a month. He was really weak and starving, barely alive. But also too well breed and trained to go mad like a while vampire would.

He really is lucky to be alive.

Why he was in the caller? When doing a full house cleaning he made a stupid mistake by forgetting properly to dust the bookshelf in the livingroom.

For making such a mistake he deserved his punishment.

Slowly he lowers himself to his stomach and kissed her polished purple high heals, a way vampire pets beg for anything they could be wanting. There are other forms of begging but this was the most common for his kind, house pets.

When she didn't react he simply kissed it again and again,desperate, fighting the tears he almost let spill. Sadly he lost the fight when silent hot tears made reddy lines down his cheeks after the fourth kiss.

Please. Please. Anything. Even a few drops would do! He wordlessly begged until he heard her sigh.

She steps away and almost stepped on his hand if he didn't pull it closer to him. From her jacket pocket she pulls out a small blood bag that instantly made his mouth water and his entire body stiffin as his eyes land on the very thang he begged for.

"Here." she says dropping the bag.

Soren made a greedy grab, snatching it out of the air well before it could get close to the ground quickly sinking his fangs threw the plastic, sucking out all the artificial blood he could. Not letting a drop go to waist.

"Ugh. Filthy animal." she mutters in complete disgust. "Look trash, I have a date tonight and I want this place spotless before he gets here."

Soren nods his head almost frantically, dropping his now sucked dry bag onto the dirty ground. "Yes, Master." he says slowly getting up on weak legs.

Only one small blood bag could never sastfiy his aking hunger. But after so long without eating, even if he tryed eating a lot might hurt his stomich. But even so, if offered, he wouldent care if it hurt.

However, as he moved he was clearly not moving fast enough to please his master because her foot swung up hitting him in the face. He almost cried out but instead he clinched his fanged teeth together and trembled feeling the sharp throbbing sting on the side of his face.

"Hurry up you trash! You dont have all day!"

Moving despite his body's protest, he stood back up. His head stayed low and even though he was already small at 4'11, he tried to look smaller.

His red eyes had a lifeless look to them and his neck held a painful burn mark at the back, his owners brand mark that was renewed at least every other month.

It was probily last month's renewed mark hurting so much that helped him make such a mistake to deserve this punishment. But thats just an excuse He had to mentally punish himself for thinking by scratching His arms skin.

His long messy hair normally covered the mark, the dark gray with black strands stuck out is a wild way only ever to be brushed by his own fingers.

Following Master out of the cellar, up the stairs into the actual house. He was abel to see it was late but the sun was still up, slowly going down.

Thankfully the amount of light wont hurt him, but it will make him feel weak and sickly.

"Well? You know what to do, get to it!" His owner snapped while he was trying to a just to the amount of light.

Soren merely moved to where he knew the cleaning supplies was and collected what he needed knowing better then Waisting anymore time.

It was a simple four bedroom house with two bathrooms, but that's only if you count the cellar as a extra bedroom.

Their was a order to cleaning The house. The living and dining rooms needed to be done first, then the kitchen, his masters room, and lastly the guest rooms.

His cellar would be left untouched, seeing he's not aloud to feel any comfort. But he didn't mind. It was what he's use to.

Not knowing how long it would take for Masters guest to arrive he moved with haste, hoping if he got done fast enough he would be reworded with a pat or even more blood.

Despite the pain and hunger he felt, he worked fast to clean up each room while his master got dressed up pretty for her guest.

He figured it was a boy, she met a new one every other month or so, She will probily want to show him off and he will be ordered to do up surd things.

But he would be obedient. He knows to be good. Them who are not are left tyed to a cross for all to see when the sun rises upon them.

As long as he's good, she won't do that to him.

It took almost two hours but he was done making the house and items look new with the shine, having worked faster then a human could.

When his master came out she looked around then shrugged. "I suppose this will do. You could have done it faster though."

Soren smiles like he always did. "This pet did not mean to disappoint and will work harder to get thangs done faster."

"See that you do." His master snorts.

The doorbell rings it's song threw the house and she looks up happily befire sparing him a glance. "Go sit in your spot in the living room." She commands as she heads to the front door casually to not rush or seem too eager.

Soren's spot was in a corner of the living room that had a section of the carpet ripped out with only enough room for him to sit on. He sits down placing his hands on the cold floor between his legs as he kept his head down, his hair effectively hiding his dirty face.

As usual his master brought the man into the living room and asked if he was hungry. Probity lightly touching the man's arm or shoulder.

He declined and asked her to sit next to him starting small talk about thangs Soren completely ignored, his eyes  trained to the floor and would not move an inch unless called or told.

Oddly, more then once he felt eyes burn into him.

"Him? Oh, yes. He's so well behaved. Watch, he was trained by the best. Soren, come."

Soren upon hearing his name, crawled on hands and knees, head down, moving so he was before Master and her guest. He still didn't l look up, not without permission.

"What do you need from this pet?" He asked faintly wondering where a strange smell was coming from. It was different and almost pleasant. Sadly his since of smell is very weak.

"Sit."

Soren sat like he was in his corner and at last was abel to look up.

He quickly relied this odd smell was coming from the man who he avoided looking at figuring the smell was his cologne.

"Good. Roll over."

Soren was use to acting like common dog to amuse his Master.

He laid low and rolled over sitting back up, now in front of his masters guest who was frowning. The man seemed to be thinking. Soren's could feel the man was tense from the way the air felt.

"So he's a dog..." He mutters with a rich deep voice.

Soren could feel dark brown, borderline black, eyes stare at him as well as his masters blue ones.

"Oh no, he dose so much more then that. Soren, backflip." she commands.

Soren could do front flips though he stumblesand falls after landing, however, he never could even land a backflip. But even so, he knew better then to delay.

Standing on weak legs, he gave a small smile as he backed up to have enough room.

Sometimes he felt like his little smiles were his way of crying out.

Bending his knees he jumped into the air. He began to curve his small slider body back but not fast enough, only a flash of panic made it threw. He let out a shreek when his head was the first to slam onto the ground, followed by the rest of hid body.

The man winced in shock when Soren sat back up trembling. Blood spilled down his face where his hair his where he probily bustednhisnhead open. A smaller trail of blood dribbled out his mouth from where one of his fangs deeply cut his lip.

All he could feel was numb and a soft ring in his ears.

"Is he alright?! That looks bad!" The man asked looking like he was straight hols something in while his master laughed.

"Oh he's fine! He doesn't care if it hurts and even if it dose, He's handled much more then this before. He's too well trained to disobey, watch."

She pulls his shirt down enough to reveal his shoulder, the pail pasty white skin was paler then it should ever be from lack of food. But his eyes widen when his owner took out a claw made of sliver from her bag next to the couch.

It was a tool to hurt werewolves but the three clawed item was often used to hurt and punish him Becuse she liked how easy it cut into his skin.

She giggles in amusement scraping the claw roughly across his shoulder making him bite his lip to keep him from screaming as more blood flows. But despite the pain he looked up and smiled widely shocking the man.

"Dose master wish to see this pet do another trick?" Soren asked his voice cracked from the numbness and pain mixing togeather.

"See? He doesn't care it hurts. He's obedient to his Master."

She tilts his chin up so she could show his bloody face off, his smile and eyes so blank and lifeless.

"Obedient? He's like a lifeless doll." Masters guest mutters seemingly stiff but master didn't notice.

"Who cares. He's a replaceable toy. Besides, He's to scared of men to do Anythang less then what I expect." She said her eyes trained on the man she was praying on.

The man looks at Soren with an unreadable expression and was suddenly was frightened. If he focused he could now feel the hidden anger from the man, and is was strong.

Instantly he began to lower himself to his stomach and kiss his owners high heals with pleading, begging, eyes.

The man only watched, confused, but that hidden anger never wavered.

"What?" She snaps at him, glaring.

"May this pet do another trick for your guest?" He asked quickly.

"No. that's unessory."

Soren held back a whimper slowly sitting back up, his body crying.

The man turned over to his owner and leaned over to whisper in her ear in a overly seductive tone. Soren's hearing, being skightly stronger then a humans, heard him asking where some wine and her room was.

Grinning she was quick to spill witch room was hers and went to hunt for the good wine.

The man stared hard at Soren for a moment before talking. "Can you talk?"

Soren looked up from the as soon as he was addressed, his vision slightly blurry but he still managed to look right at the man.

"If guest master wishes it this pet will speak."

His answer made rhe man frown. "Okay, I want you to talk. Do you do this stuff a lot? Dose she do that to you often?" He asked pointing to the clawed shoulder.

Soren cocked his head. "This pet dose these tricks often to please master and guests. This pet is a show vampire as well as a house vampire. This pet is use to worse and happily will take this then burn by the sun."

The man growls causing Soren to flinch and that seemed to fotce the man to pause to calm himself.

"Cant you say 'I' instead of 'this pet'?"

Soren's eyes widen. "Master would be furious! This pet is not a person!"

Soren only ended up trembling when guest master growls again.

Oh no. No. He must have made master's guest mad!

Before he could drop to his stomach and beg for forgiveness his master walked in.

"I got drinks!" she said with a wink at her guest before looking at Soren and sneered. "As for you, go to your room until I feel like getting you."

"He has a room?"

Master smiles at her guests question. "Its just a cellar. It's fitting for His kind if you ask me."

Soren didn't wait for the conversation to end and weakly crawled to the cellar unable to stand without the world badly spinning.

Once inside, doors closed and darkness wrapped around him, he finally dropped onto the ground, dirt most likely getting into his wounds, crying out in pain filled sobs.

The overwhelming pain added with the lack of blood loss was too much for his weak bodyband lack of blood to help him recover.

He never even tasted real blood anyway, just fake blood human made since real blood made them too strong.

Curling up in a ball he cried trembling in the cold room. He was sore, hurt, starved, and just wanted an eternal sleep.

This was the first time to be hurt so badly while being so weak.

Closing his eyes he decided to rest.

He needed to rest.

Rest sounds good.

He needed to heal, if he even can in this state.

Slowly his eyes drifted close and he fell asleep.

Though it was almost like passing out, borderline unconscious.

He couldent keep his eyes open.

Everything hurts so much.