Silvian wasn't wrong in choosing to find safety under the young vampiress's wing. He wasn't abused whenever she was around nor was he starved. In fact, she made sure he had everything he needed, including a warm place to sleep. Coincidentally, or not, it was on her floor, but it was much better than a cell. And though she would never know it, the male often crept into her bed while she slept to be closer to her.

He didn't know why exactly he felt so strongly towards her. It wasn't like she was kind. Sometimes, she would show him pity, but he liked to think of it as her love for him. After all, he was the only one she would ever play with since they were children. There was clearly a special place in her heart for him. Regardless, his affections for her were beyond concerning. He obsessed over every little thing she did, always on her heel ready for whatever she wanted of him. There was nothing else in his mind but her; ever the loyal dog.

When not in use, the ravenette would be confined to her room, in which she had built a few amenities for him. For one, she had made him a dog house that rested in the right-hand corner of the massive room, complete with a dog bed and his food bowl. She had also taken it upon herself to give him a few toys to entertain himself. Mostly, it entailed humans she had kidnapped for his amusement, but he never cared about them.

In fact, the new boy around his age she'd brought in was killed almost instantly the moment she left. He was still crying in pain on the floor, bleeding out at a vicious rate while Silvian rubbed himself all over the (h/c) haired vampiress's bed. He wanted to be coated in her scent and for a trace of him to linger. Whining, he began hugging one of her pillows, inhaling the bewitching aroma of the girl. It was the next best thing when she wasn't there. And though he tried, he wasn't able to leave the room to see her. She had chained him to his dog house, allowing him only enough leeway to move to the corners of the bedroom.

The door soon opened, a look of pure bliss crossing the human prince's facial features. The vampiress entered, holding his afternoon meal in her hands. As she approached him, he could hardly stay still, sitting up on his hands and knees as he'd been taught. He noted the girl smirking, filling him with pride and adoration. As she placed the plate of food on her bedside table, she leaned over, rubbing the male under his chin to his utter delight. Almost unable to take it, he shivered, drooling slightly.

"You just can't play nice, can you?" she questioned, gazing over at the dying human, "It doesn't matter what I bring."

The ravenette huffed, refusing to look at the playmate he'd been given. Even though he would never tell her, it was most certainly because of her. He was the only human male she ever came into contact with, and her fascination with him was striking. However, if he ever left another human male left alive, her attention might stray from him, something he wouldn't allow. Human girls weren't allowed either. Fully aware of his mistress's mother's plans, he was distaken with the idea of being paired up with the opposite sex. Well, unless it was (Y/n).

Obediently, the male sat, accepting the food she hand-fed him. It was a rare treat for her to do that, so he very much enjoyed it. As she placed a blueberry to his lips, she chuckled, watching him licking at her fingers, too. Possessively, he held her hand to himself, more hungry to touch her than he was to eat. He licked all over with near desperation, fully playing up his role as a dog to amuse her.

"Mistress," he sighed, tugging his loose shirt off of his shoulder and moving his neck to the side, "Touch."

The male guided her hand to his skin, taking in a deep breath as she moved his thin silver collar up slightly. She moved her cold hands softly over his flesh, watching as he shivered, his eyes rolling back in his head. No one could fake the level of obsession he had with her. That was why she liked him so much. Eager to continue caressing the male, she pushed him to lie down, squeezing at parts of his neck.

And then, without a moment's notice, she suddenly pulled away, gazing in the corner. She heard the rattle of his chains, indicating he had very quickly gotten up in discontent. The male probably wanted to be caressed more, as seen through the way he laid on her lap and presented his neck again. However, she didn't touch it. The most she did was run her hands through his raven hair, the male gritting his teeth and possessively clinging onto her dress.

Silvian knew exactly why she wouldn't touch him there. He was human. For a female vampire, her relationship with him was already taboo. It was like having a pet scorpion that kept trying to climb into its owner's mouth. He was poison to her, the female unable to digest his blood, let alone taste it without seizing up and dying. That was the whole point of having domestics. They were male vampires that females could drink from.

Thankfully, the girl was still drinking from her mother's domestics, but that would change soon, and the ravenette was finding himself progressively more livid. He couldn't even stand the sight of another human male - playmate or not - in her vicinity. The male didn't know how he would cope with her drinking from a domestic her age. He was barely holding it together when she drank from Mannix. And should she become close enough to let one of her domestics drink from her...

. . .

Silvian watched in horror as the (h/c) haired vampiress got herself ready. She dressed especially nicely, something that only served to make him more terrified. Though he tried to cling to her, even kissing at her feet, she largely ignored him, telling him to shoo for a while. She was undoubtedly excited about choosing her first domestic. It broke his heart.

She grabbed his leash and tugged him along with her, despite his avid attempts to pull away. He had hoped doing so would make her stay, but he was human and she was not, making him easily overpowered. The male was forced to be by her side as she walked into the ballroom, making a beeline straight for her mother. His eyes scanned over the numerous male vampires, all of which were dressed to impress, eager to take her away from the human prince. Some of them looked at him, curious about his presence, so he shot daggers at them but was only met with laughter. They didn't think he was a threat.

"Look at you, darling," the girl's mother exclaimed, clapping her hands at how her daughter had dressed up, "And you brought your favorite accessory."

The ravenette sneered at the woman for her comment on him. She obviously didn't like him, whether it was because of his father or the way he entranced the younger vampiress. At every turn, she tried to get rid of him. It was only because of (Y/n)'s insistence on her affection for him that he was able to remain, and only under collar and leash. He absolutely loathed her more than anyone else, even her demonic husband.

"How do I start?" the girl grinned, darting her eyes over at the group of males to their delight, "Is there a procedure or some kind of test I should give them?"

"Of course not. Do whatever you'd like, say whatever you'd like, touch whatever you'd like, etcetera. They're all here because they want to be your domestic."

"Is this really all of the people interested in me? I heard there were thousands waiting for you."

"Don't be so petty. Of course there were a large number of suitors for the position of your domestic, but we can't very well accept all of them quite yet. Your first domestic will be in charge of the others and have a special standing. Only the sons of counts or higher have been allowed here, of which we only took those with some of your interests. Who knows: maybe you'll like one of them more than a certain doggy."

Silvian tensed, quick to grip onto the (h/c) haired vampiress's dress. The girl's mother eyed him with great animosity, daring him to try anything. It wasn't like he could do much anyway, but his arrogance was getting out of hand. Before long, the girl placed the ravenette's leash in her mother's hands, rushing off to meet the males vying for her. She didn't even take another look back at him before she left, the ravenette's heart dropping.

"Sit, doggy," the woman suddenly snapped, pulling back on his leash to choke him into submission.

He kept his eyes fixated on his obsession, watching as she jumped right into the middle of them. They swarmed her, all of them trying to get her attention no matter the cost. Some of them relied on their looks, and others tried to rely on their words, the massive room soon becoming full of raucous conversation. (Y/n) was quick to touch, very obviously interested in the appearances of a few of them. She would push on their lips to see their fangs or pull their heads in closer to get a better look at their faces.

All the while, Silvian fought the woman's hold on his leash, just trying to get the girl to look at him once more. If she did, she could remember how handsome he was. She always praised him for being attractive, even giving him things to preserve his beauty. Desperate to fight off the other males for her love, he tried tugging on the collar, trying to pry it off. Of course, such a thing was futile, the woman at the other end of his leash huffing and rolling her eyes.

"I told you to sit, doggy," she repeated, muttering something to one of her domestics.

Though the ravenette attempted to ignore her words, pulling the other direction to break himself free of her hold, it was of no use. The male vampire at the whims of the woman grabbed his collar and threw him to the floor. He then pressed the boy's back to the ground, forcing him to lie down in a humiliating position. Try as he might, there was no getting away from the strength of an adult male vampire.

His inability to do anything inspired him to look up once more at the (h/c) haired girl. That being said, all hope of being her most cherished male vanished as he watched her caress one of the suitor's necks. He shivered in despair, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. And though he tried and tried to keep them from falling, it wasn't possible. He laid there under the foot of a domestic, pathetically weeping.

"Despite everything she has done for you, you are entirely selfish," the woman suddenly chuckled dryly, crossing one leg over the other, "Even if you were a vampire, and could feed her, very few males would ever be capable of feeding a female on their own. Our appetite is far beyond that of a male. And yet you would still keep her to yourself? Pathetic."

"I want her."

"Then you should have no problem conceding to her domestics and her future husband, not that we'll need you for much longer. We can finally start using you for your intended purpose."

Silvian's eyes contracted. He had nearly forgotten about that. The only reason he was left alive was because they wanted to use his blood for revenge against his father, the king. But now that (Y/n) was fascinated by something else, they would have no problem breeding him. And after that, it was obvious they would kill him and use whatever child was created to place on the throne.

Before long, he found himself facing that scenario. The woman and her husband had placed him in a room he'd never been in. Thalls were outside, in case he tried to escape, and he was chained up anyways. Domestics shoved in three human girls around his age, the woman giving him a sly smirk. Yet, despite that, he could only look out the window at the garden in complete shock.

(Y/n) had found it difficult to choose her first domestic when she wanted so many. Of course, she would be able to have them later on, but the third son of a count, Rhain Urien, was named her first domestic. She was amazed by him, and Silvian supposed he could see why. The vampire was handsome with a noble lineage and had a very carefree personality. She couldn't get enough of him. And though Silvian knew this, he still couldn't stop himself from feeling heartbreak as he watched her through the window.

She was sitting down comfortably while her new domestic had fun under her dress. Silvian winced. If it were the male that had initiated it, he would have still been infuriated, but it perhaps wouldn't have stung so much. And yet it was the vampiress that pushed him down there, gripping the back of his head to make him touch where she wanted. The ravenette placed his hands on the glass, holding back his tears and gritting his teeth.

"She's just experimenting," the girl's mother shrugged, batting her fan annoyingly, "It's normal once you get your first domestic. And yet, here you are, broken by something so simple. Pathetic."

The male grimaced as his collar was yanked, the ravenette pinned to the floor. He struggled, but he should have known it was useless. No matter what he did, he was only human, unable to struggle against the beasts in front of him that wore masks of civility. Silvian tried to get through it. Even as he was used for whatever nefarious purpose the girl's parents had in mind, he looked out the window at her. It was the only thing that kept him sane. Even if he was bred and she enjoyed the touch of another, at the very least, he could find solace in his love for her.

After rounds and rounds of abuse, he had nothing left in him, and yet, they still kept going. But that wasn't what shattered his heart. Rather, as he laid there, exhausted and unable to resist any longer, he watched her mindlessly, only for her to dig her fangs into her domestic's neck. Tears streamed down his cheeks and, though he tried, he had no energy to ball his fist in anger.

Silvian thought that she loved him more than anyone else. But, now he knew that even if she kept him on her lap and praised him, he would never be able to do something so intimate. For a female to bite a male was sheer pleasure, a show of great affection and trust. But he was human, and his blood would poison her, just a drop enough to kill her within hours. He began to choke as he cried, bawling with an ugly disposition.

"Please," he managed to eke out of his dried throat, "make me a vampire, too."

He was met with a room full of raucous laughter, the girl's mother and father nearly keeling over at his heartfelt plea. The domestics did the same, giving him no looks of pity or sympathy, not that they had ever looked at him with such kindness. Still, he pleaded. He asked again and again even as his throat bled to be a vampire so he could be with the vampiress he loved more than anything else. At last, the girl's father stepped forward to crush whatever he had left in him.

"Only the queen can make a human into a vampire," he snickered, pressing the male's head into the floor, "Even I, who is loved by her only precious sister, was refused the honor."

"But, maybe...if...I - "

"If you live, you would be a vampire, but not one of noble blood, and humans turned vampires serve the queen and only the queen. It would render your wishes useless."

"But you were human...You got to marry - " The ravenette abruptly stopped, coughing up blood and struggling for a breath.

"Don't you get it?" the girl's mother snapped, closing her fan with a loud crack, "He's a demon, not a vampire. I can't bite him or drink from him. And you would never be able to make a deal with any demon. You're less than useless. There's nothing they would want from you."

Silvian's eyes turned blank, and finally - finally - he stopped. He laid still while they continued to use him for their own purposes. And though he bled, he couldn't feel it. A numbness washed over him at the hopelessness of his situation. He would be thrown away by the (h/c) haired vampiress he loved so much, and he would be replaced with someone that could share a more tender intimacy with her. No matter how intense his obsession with her was, she would never be his.

He continued like that - a walking corpse - for a week. Not a word escaped his lips, not even when (Y/n) came to see him. The male didn't move from his doghouse, only being placed on her lap when she dragged him by the leash. The worst part was that, even as she pet him and gave him her usual affectionate words, he felt his heart pounding. Unable to take it, one day, all of his problems were solved like a miracle.

The manor went up in flames without warning. Every single thrall inside died, and most domestics weren't able to recover from their wounds, dying outside. (Y/n)'s mother was also unable to survive. In fact, she was the first one to die, the fire starting in the room adjacent to hers. And though her husband tried to save her, being the only one in the house that wasn't weak to fire, he was too late.

Silvian watched as (Y/n) was carried out by her first and last domestic, Rhain. They were both injured, the girl on the verge of passing out. Slowly, the male walked towards them, only for him to grab at the domestic's throat and squeeze it tighter and tighter with no trace of emotion in his eyes, not even hatred. It was an unknown feeling; squeezing a vampire's neck. Usually, a human couldn't even make a dent in it, but slowly, because of his weakness to the fire, and his already wounded body, he couldn't resist and his body couldn't heal fast enough. Before long, the ravenette watched as he died, letting his body fall to the floor next to the younger girl, who had already been dropped by the domestic.

"(Y/n)," he murmured, rushing to the vampiress.

He was quick to support her, holding her tightly to himself. The male squeezed his eyes shut in pain, knowing she was suffering. It was unpleasant to think about. In his effort to "save her", he pressed his lips to hers, taking in all of her. She was too weak to ward him off, but he couldn't tell whether she wanted the kiss or not. Her affection always came at a price. As he parted with her lips, he hugged her tightly and whispered his undying love for her, words coated in desperation and the need to possess her.

"I will never stop craving you," he grinned, placing her head on his shoulder.

Before she could respond, he pulled down his shirt and pushed her to his neck. She froze up. Even in her delirious state with her life at risk, she knew to be careful around his blood. A hurtful feeling welled up in the male's heart, and abruptly, he punctured himself with her fangs, holding her head in place as she struggled for her life. A bittersweet smile nestled itself on his desperate expression and he embraced the forbidden pleasure of feeling a vampiress drink from his living flesh.

It was true what they said. Being devoured alive by such a bewitching creature was more ecstatic than any other feeling in the world. He was coated in bliss, shivering from the aphrodisiac her saliva contained. The girl began punching at him, but she was weak. It didn't do anything to him. Even as she began to bite harder, wanting to make him suffer for his betrayal, he embraced the pain with the pleasure, exhaling a shaky sigh.

The vampiress weakened with every passing moment, the male grabbing onto her hand and coating her skin with his heartfelt kisses. He murmured over and over again his love for her, thanking her for the gift she was giving him. Subject to his blood continuing to rush down her throat, she suddenly went limp, her eyes closing. When he knew she had passed, he smiled and picked her up delicately in his arms, taking one last glorious look at the raging inferno that had decimated a mansion of parasites. Then he kissed her again, tasting his blood on her mouth and sighing in contentment. After all, it wouldn't be the last time. A high-purity vampire's body would not rot nor turn to dust. She was finally his, and she could drink his blood every single day.