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"Vampires are total sexual metaphors.
There's just no way around that."
~Alan Ball

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Evan:

I was so glad to see Hallie after a half-a-day-long struggle with my downstairs situation. 

Now's my cue to spill about my day... 

alone with Roxanna. 

It started off just fine... I sat on the living-room couch with my phone in my hands. Roxanna generously granted me the internet password. So, I spent quite a lot of time reading the news and other informative articles that I never got the chance to binge read.

 It started off just fine... I binge-read comics, random articles. I read about how self-love is the first step to healing from a traumatic experience.

It was peaceful... Just me in my comfortable bubble. That was until Roxanna decided to sit across me and stare at me like I was her most favorite TV show! 

No touching. No taunting. She just watched my every move. Soon, I began squirming under her gaze. I snapped at her, telling her to find something else to keep her occupied. She just laughed at my discomfort. 

I sighed and decided to give her something to keep her occupied. 

"I'm hungry," I told her.

Worst mistake ever.

Within a second, her eyes turned a deep ruby red. Her lips parted sensually. It's not normal for a person to turn on so quickly, I thought.

Oh, wait. She isn't a human... Nah-uh! Not a person.

I just let out an awkward laugh, "I mean I'm hungry for real food like sandwiches... or spaghetti..." 

She stood up from her spot and stalked slowly towards me with calculative, lust-filled eyes. A sly smirk made its way across her features.

I'm such a dumbass. At this point, I was convinced that there was nothing that I could do right. I always end up putting myself into traps. But If she were a normal high-school girl, I wouldn't have been on the submissive side at all. 

I just froze as she reached out and caged me between her arms. Maybe, this was the first time that I seemed to notice... she smelled so nice and fresh. All rational thoughts flew out the window. I caught myself subconsciously staring at her lips. 

She picked the phone out of my hands and tossed it aside to some corner of the couch. She then did something that had me surprised. She climbed over and gently sat on my lap with her legs on either side of me. I guessed hazily that Vampires aren't heavy. They're just extremely strong. 

Instinctively, my hands grabbed her thighs as if to pull her closer. I blinked and let out a breath as my eyes ran over her body. It should be such a sin to be so beautiful. Is this how she lured every man that she drank from and killed? 

I thought I was supposed to be her life-long sustenance... The emotions that swirled inside me... The desire... It was overwhelming. My mind was a turmoil. I wanted something that I despised for years. But hell! I need it. And it was killing me. Life-long maintenance, huh?

She picked my hands and placed them on her waist. She locked eyes with me. The lust in her eyes made my member throb painfully. Her lips were just three inches away from mine. I wanted to close the gap. I wanted her to kiss me the way she did the first time. I wanted to feel her hot mouth against mine as her tongue clashed and danced against mine. I wanted to taste her.

She was going to kiss me. She was so close...

But then, she drew away with a satisfied look. I gaped at her like a fish out of water.

She smirked mischievously at me.  

Oh, no. 

She stood up from my lap, "I'll make you some lunch." 

I opened my mouth to stop her... tell her to sit back on my lap and kiss me. But, my voice wouldn't work. I ended up letting out air instead of words. She just turned her back to my situation and walked out of the living room. 

I was burning with desire all over and my member was painfully erect. I gulped. Damn her! That sly vixen. She just wanted a reaction out of me. I scowled.

I stood up painfully and made my way to the washroom to relieve my situation. Talk about self-love... I did not think I'd have love myself this way!

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I felt a lot better having Hallie over for lunch. I made sure to keep my eyes away from Roxanna's taunting gaze and to keep my embarrassment at bay. 

I kept my eyes on Hallie and plastered a smile on my face as I heard her talk animatedly about her time at school.

"...and guess what? Lexy's from abroad. She's a fresher too! That was so comforting considering that I hardly met people before and they totally understood me. The girls are good. I've met a couple of guys who've been jerks and a 'Miss Perfect' who's extremely bitchy. But, whatever. As long as they don't mess with the four of us, they won't have to deal with me," she shrugged with a badass grin. 

I grinned for real this time. My sister is amazing! I felt pride fill my chest. And here I am, not able to face my friends with the facts. 

I let out a breath. Maybe, I will talk to them about it. I may yell and throw profanities at them. I'd even dump their idiotic, stereotypical asses to rot with each other!

The rest of the day went by after Roxanna fetched my stationery and books. Hallie and I spent our time completing our past assignments. 

Soon, dinner came and I decided to help out Roxanna with it. She's quite fast in chopping the veggies with her inhuman speed... I feared that she would cut the wooden board apart with the kitchen knife if she deviated her attention even slightly.  

We ate in silence and retired for the night. I kissed Hallie good-night and walked into my room.

I kept browsing websites for books. Among the ebooks, a particular title caught my attention. 

"A Vampire's Pet"

I let out a laugh and opened it. I read... chapter after chapter. I grimaced as I read about human slaves kept in auctions and sold. They were called pets.

I ran through other books with the same title. The human is either used, tortured, and killed or... the captor- the Vampire falls in love with his pet.  Human pets were kept in cages and used as a walking blood bank or as sex-slaves. It was all so triggering and I began feeling extremely upset. 

But, none of it is real. It's all a figment of their imagination. And, I'm not supposed to be reading this. I remember seeing a trigger warning at the beginning and still read it. I closed the site and put my phone aside. 

I laid down on my bed staring at the ceiling. Roxanna won't treat me that way, will she? After all, she calls me "Pet". I sighed and scolded myself for spouting these doubts.

She's been very gentle and good to me. But, what's with all that teasing? All that sexual tension that I feel when she's around... 

At this point, I felt a longing to see her. To have her kiss me. 

I remembered how my late adoptive parents instructed the clients not to kiss me. At least, I had my kiss intact. They only used my body every time-

I froze. They only ever used my body before. I ran my hands over my face. Damn! Roxy was my first kiss... 

Stupid me... Why was I so slow in realizing this? I'd never tell her that though. It's just way too embarrassing.

I let out a breath and cuddled into the warmth of the bed.

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I had a lot of time. My hair was wet from the shower and I pulled up my boxers.

I stood before the long mirror in the bathroom and watched every scar that adorned my body. I probably take pride if I got them in some heroic fights. But, that was not how I got them. They looked so ugly and I looked like I was thoroughly tortured...

I examined each mark. I saw the lines running across my inner thigh. Those with the marks of the pencil knife that I used... To cut. The bruises over my torso and hips were inflicted on me by clients and my adoptive parents. I gulped. 

I felt the need to hold on to reality. The reality where I don't have to cut or fear... But, what if-

No. She won't treat me like that. I know that she won't. Why does my mind spout such doubts?

You can't trust anybody. Stop being a fool. You learned that the hard way, Idiot! She's stronger than you. She wants sex. Why won't she take advantage of you? She's a stronger being. She likes torturing a weakling. Remember how she tortured David and Liana? Why did she help you anyway? She wants your blood. It's going to be painful. You're stuck again-

"Stop-" My voice broke. My legs trembled. Why is my brain spouting all that nonsense?

It's the truth. You're done for!

I began gasping as my vision blurred as tears ran down my face. My hands gripped my head as I tried to silence those thoughts. I fought. It fought back. 

The door was thrown open and in rushed Roxanna. She seemed to be extremely careful as she pulled my hands away from my head. She wiped my tears and pulled me into an embrace. I let out a breath. I need to be strong. I breathed evenly and put up a wall to my emotions. I can't keep crying all the time!

When I calmed myself, I noticed how uncomfortably stiff Roxy seemed. She seemed like she was trying hard not to breathe. I pulled away to see what was wrong. 

Her eyes were a deep ruby color. I realized what this meant. Panic gripped my heart. She was so thirsty that she didn't trust herself around me. 

It was time for my payment. I just stayed in shock and her eyes just watched me. Is it really that painful to be bitten?

She just stood up, pulled me out of the bathroom, and sat me on the bed. I saw a towel and grabbed it to hold it around my waist. I had my boxers on but I didn't want her finding those cut-marks... But maybe, she already saw them.

She bent down, nestled her nose in the crook of my neck, and breathed my scent deeply. She pulled away and looked at me. I could see her fangs peeking out between her lips. 

She looked so seductively beautiful that my mind blanked out. I welcomed that blissful unknown feeling... As if nothing was wrong in this world. As if I'd never want to be anywhere else than here, with her.

She bent down and whispered in my ear, "Relax." 

She ran her fingers through my wet hair and gripped it lightly. She tilted my head up and captured my lips. I almost groaned at the feeling of her lips against mine. I felt her fangs scraping my lips at the contact. I was on cloud nine.

My hands reached out to touch her. But, she drew away and panted. She spoke breathily, "I need you. Now."

I think I muttered something incoherently along the lines of, "Uh- um, wha- meh?"

She chuckled and went down on her knees. Reality clicked in. What was she doing? 

She's going to bite you, Idiot!

Don't Vampires always bite necks? 

"You have absolutely no hair on your legs," Roxy noted with a raise of her perfect eyebrow.

My face burned in embarrassment and I whispered, "They always had me waxed everywhere. Their clients preferred me that way."

She frowned learning the information, "I would've skinned them alive if you hadn't interrupted me."

I shuddered as images flashed through my mind. She placed a hand on my knee, "Relax."

She placed her lips against my knee and traced kisses up my thigh. I tried to pull away in embarrassment. But, she held me in place just by holding onto my knee.

My arms felt frozen. I couldn't stop her. She smirked evilly as she pushed up my towel and parted my legs wider. My mind seemed to be screaming at me to move or run. This was not appropriate at all. My boxers were straining painfully. It felt like torture... that felt so good.

Her tongue ran over those pencil knife cuts. I bit my lip to stop myself from groaning or worse, moaning...

She held my thigh in place and sunk her fangs into my skin. I screamed at the sudden break of skin. But it only got pleasurable and I was close to my peak. She drank slowly and carefully. She seemed so immersed and lost that she unknowingly ran her fingers over my clothed junior. I yelped. 

She seemed to smile against my thigh and grabbed my length. I groaned loudly. This is so bad. Why is she doing this? She could just drink normally from me... This is torture.

 She drew her fangs out and licked up the wound. The painful sting soon faded down to a numb throbbing. Probably her saliva working wonders.

But I still had my eyes on her hand that held my clothed length. She smirked. I shook my head as if telling her to back off and not play with me. But, my voice wouldn't work.

A lustful glint appeared in her eyes as she shook her head slowly... As if telling me that she ain't planning on backing off. 

May the heavens help me!

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A/N:

What do you think?? :D 

For the first time, I didn't feel embarrassed while writing this at all! I guess I'm finally getting the hang of it!!

On the second note, to make something special, you need to believe it is special.
I believe that my works are special... I put in a lot of hard work and time in them! :)

Love,
Jahnavi...♡