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It had been two weeks since master had basically told me to stay away from him unless I wanted to sleep with him. I hovered around him anyways, I was just so lonely all the time. He didn't say much, always ignored me when I asked him how his day was or if he still had nightmares about his mother. I guess he knew I was lonely because he agreed to let me watch the movies when he was around and he even sat next to me a few times, even carried me to my room when I fell asleep once. My desire to go outside and touch grass had become more of an obsession. I often found myself staring at the window, willing myself to sneak out and smell the dirt. I turned to look at my master who, by the way, looked severely disinterested in the movie I had chosen to watch.
"Master?"
He turned his head to face me, eyebrows raised in expectation.
"Can we go outside? Please?" I begged.
"Its 12 O'clock at night, Jamaica." He sighed. "Maybe tomorrow." One could hear the exhaustion in his voice and it made me think I made him tired because I pestered him about everything. I guess I'll ask again tomorrow then...
"How is your father doing? It's been a while since I last spoke to him." I asked again to make conversation, the memory of that day replaying itself in my head.
"He's sick."
"I'm sorry... I hope he gets well soon." You suck, Jamaica. Go ahead and ask him about his sick father, why don't you.
"Shut up." He abruptly stood up from the couch. "Its time for bed." He mumbled, he did that a lot. Mumbled, I mean. Master's cool hand gently gripped my upper arm as he led me to my room upstairs. 'As if I didn't know how to get there by myself' I scoffed internally but I knew deep deep deep down in my heart, I was thankful for the company. When you're lonely enough, anyone was often better than no one.
"Master?" I called as we lazily took the stairs one by one. In my head, it was like we weren't even getting any where. So. Many. Darn. Stairs.
Master was staring at me expectantly.
"Hmmm? Oh sorry... I just wanted to know why you close yourself off from me despite our... agreement."
"Okay." He shrugged, eyes not even meeting mine as we kept walking. Maybe if we could go a little faster, we'd actually get there.
This time I was the one staring expectantly. I stopped walking.
"Problem?" He asked, perfect eyebrows raised in blunt questioning.
"I just thought you'd answer me... You know... Tell me why you stopped working with me..." I said awkwardly as I tried to control my mild case of verbal diarrhoea. The thought of it made me sick. I was talking to this man as if we were friends. Demanding answers from him as if he would give me even a fraction of what he owed me in terms of compensation for being mistreated by him so often.
My heart had been hammering in my chest from the moment master touched me when we were downstairs and I was surprised that I could even hear how stupid I sounded right then over all the thump thump thump-ing in my ears. This is all a big mistake.
"Because I don't like you." He spoke as confidently pompous as ever.
"Oh..." Well, that shut me right up. His eyes followed my lips as they formed an o. "Master -"
"Did you know that you talk too much. Sometimes I feel like I have to sew your mouth shut?" He said all this with a straight face like he was discussing something normal... like the weather. My eyes widened and I suddenly felt the need to hide my mouth. So I did. I glared at him with my nose and mouth uattractively tucked under the massive black T-shirt I was wearing as if he stank of something rotten. The T-shirt was probably his since he seemed to have a thing for that kind of thing... Sharing shirts and the occasional sweatpants with me... That or he was a serious cheapskate just like all the other vampires when it came to humans. Luckily, he did buy me my own underwear and a bunch of extremely vibrant multicoloured pairs of leggings (they were awful), no shorts or jeans. Cheapskate asshole.
"I don't like that look you're giving me, Jamaica." He tugged at my arm as he continued to basically drag me to the top of the stairs.
"Sorry." I mumbled. This man has issues.
"I haven't punished you in months and I need to. You're too comfortable... but I can't because you look at me like that with those fucking eyes. I swear to God, Jamaica, stop doing that!" He was out of breath and his eyes were suddenly bloodshot. His broad, muscular shoulders moved up and down in a violent motions. He seemed a lot bigger now, probably because he had me trapped between him and the cold, hard wall. It was kind of like being trapped between two walls that were closing in on each other and about to squash me.
I felt like I should've been trembling with fear but I wasn't - it was like he had said... 'too comfortable.'
Dimitri grabbed my chin and forced me to look at his face. His eyes were red now, yes, the whole thing was red and bleeding. I should have ran to my room but for some messed up reason I stayed and tried to focus on calming him down. Me, Jamaica, trying to help a vampire - the very thing that made my life a literal living hell. Lovely. So bloody perfect - no pun intended.
"You piss me off with your dumb questions and constant need for attention." He growled between clenched teeth.
"Sorry." I mumbled over the my loud heart. It was a little hard to concentrate on anything with all the ruckus it was making. I slowly reached around him with both arms and pulled him close (well, he didn't move, I did)
It was the most awkward hug ever. He didn't hug me back, my undone hair was probably annoying his face and I felt ridiculous standing there with my forehead in the crook of his neck because I realised that I was a lot taller than I thought and also because he stiffened and tried to pry me off him but I wouldn't let go because I kind of liked being close to him like that. Sick, right?
"Please don't be mad... I just wanted to understand you. I won't do it anymore, I promise." I lied, my voice muffled by his shirt. I could feel the blood from his eyes drip onto my neck and shoulder. Gross. He sighed and then slowly relaxed and hugged me back. It felt good, too good. He held me tight but not too tight and breathed me in. I breathed him in too, he smelled like musk and some fancy cologne. It was amazing. We held on until my feet started to get tired and I started to slowly release him. I looked up at him and nearly took a step back because of what I saw. Irises  of the brightest blue surrounded by blood red. Blood had streamed down his cheeks and by the looks of it, there had been a lot of it. I took his cold hand in my warm one and led him to his bathroom. The whole turn of events reminded me of the day he'd brought me in here to clean me up after beating me like a dog. I sighed. He sat on the toilet and I took a wash cloth, dampened it and then began wiping away the blood on his face. His eyes followed my every movement and when I came to stand in front of him, he'd grab my hips and pull me close. I'd walk away to rinse the cloth and he'd grab me again when I'd go to to him, eyes never leaving mine. When I was done cleaning him, his eyes were still bloodshot but not bleeding so I guess that was a good sign.
"Goodnight." I said as I turned to leave. He didn't even reply and I scoffed internally as a result.
I shut the door behind me and went straight to the shower to wash him off me. I scrubbed and scrubbed at my skin as well as my scalp until I was red and tender. Washing him, and the thought of him away was important - a purging was important.  This way I could at least pretend that I too could use and dump him the way he did me. That I could put him on and take him off any time I wanted and still go back to being myself because my entire life was not beginning to revolve around him. I would sleep better this way.

Not sure if I like the plot of this story... I feel like it has too many holes... I might go make a few tweaks to it, nothing major. Thank you for reading😆😆 btw, updates will be slow because A levels are a bitch and even though I only take 3 subjects I still find myself struggling to keep up... Then there's those darn ABRSM music exams in June or July (idk even) that I have to practice day and night for... I know most of you don't give two shits but I just felt like I owe you some kind of explanation...