When I used to imagine what my first time being fed from would be like, I imagined it as being many things.

Although I quickly realized that I had underestimated many of it.

I thought it was going to be painful but not painful enough so to make my body to seize up and scream in pain. Terrifying but not terrifying enough for the thought of dying to cross my mind.

Panic seemed to do a lot to the brain in this kind of situation.

I thought many things about this moment, most of which came true.

Yet out of all these thoughts, none of them ever would have expected how short the process was.

I always imagined the process taking at least two minutes, the max depending on the sadist nature of whichever vampire decided to make me theirs.

And judging by many of the vampires I've interacted with before, I imagined that sadistic nature to be all-around high.

But I couldn't have been more wrong.

His fangs were out of my neck in what I could only calculate as barely twenty seconds.

Which still felt like an eternity, but an eternity that I wouldn't lose my life to.

A whimper fell from my lips as his fangs left my skin, releasing every hold he had on me

I dared to meet his eye through my tears as he leaned back, his newly crimson eyes shining through the dark, looking me over.

He swallowed what I could only assume to be my blood, running his tongue over his fangs before looking me over.

He may have been done feeding from me but I was still very far from calming down.

"Not bad," He commented, "Sweeter than I would have hoped, but she likes blood on the sweeter side."

She?

"As for your performance, you like to fight a bit before you resort to begging. Keep that up and you might live to see the next year. She hates it when her pets are boring." He spoke like he was giving me genuine advice.

Her pets?

My confusion must have been evident on my face, judging by the half-smile from the vampire above me.

"You heard right, little Doe. I bought you as a gift," He explained, licking his thumb before holding it against the mark he made in my skin, "I don't know what the hell to do with a pet."

I flinched as the contact before I could even react to his words.

The words that somehow made me even more uneasy.

"I just had to," He paused, looking for the right word, "test you," He settled with.

He pulled his thumb back before slowly sliding it against his bottom lip, his tongue peeking out to claim the small amount of blood remaining.

"To make sure that you were going to the perfect gift. So, sorry if I scared you too much."

I just stared at him wide-eyed, every sentence he spoke throwing me off even more.

Even with his apology, my nerves refused to stop.

I didn't trust it.

"If it makes you feel any better, you really are the perfect give. I'm almost impressed with how well you fit her tastes," He began, "Perfect blood, perfect taste, perfect reactions. Just remember the couple things that I told you and you should be fine."

His compliments were more like targets on my back.

Having all of those qualities  seemed like the worst possible thing.

Although if I was her perfect pet, she may keep me alive longer.

That shred of hope diminished in seconds.

But at what cost?

I had only been fed from once and compared to what it was, I knew it could get a lot worse.

And even from just that one experience I never wanted to go through that again.

I shuddered, wondering for a short moment what would happen to me if I weren't the perfect pet for this girl.

What would he have done to me then?

My thoughts stopped as soon as I saw Master looking at me curiously.

"A lot to take in huh?" He asked plainly

I couldn't even think to respond, still fearful that one wrong move would still be the death of me.

I just stared back at him, my breaths still heavy and uneven.

This isn't what I was expecting at all.

Granted I knew full well what I was getting into from the moment I could comprehend what my life's purpose was.

This. This right here was my life's purpose. To serve and give.

Maybe not to him, but at this point, it didn't matter.

I think right now it just hit me that this was it and there was no escape until the day I die.

"I'll take that as a yes," He said, lightly skimming his thumb over my neck once again.

He then sat back on his haunches before he stood up altogether.

I kept my eyes on him as he stepped past me and over to the window on the west side of the room.

It was like everything he was prior was gone altogether.

Like that terrifying experience didn't happen at all.

What on earth was he actually like?

He pins me down and feeds from me, then apologizes and tells me it was all a test?

My body finally allowed me to move as soon as he reached it, letting me push myself up onto my elbows.

I squinted my eyes as he pulled back the curtains, allowing the sunlight to flood into the room and let me get a good look at it for the first time.

Which I would have, but I was focused on the vampire in the room more than anything.

He gazed out the window for a few seconds before he turned again to me.

"You can stand up, y'know," he deadpanned, "I'm done testing you in, so I'm not gonna touch you again. Layla prefers her new things to be untouched, so other than that bite mark, I'm leaving you alone until tomorrow."

His words somehow managed to ease my nerves the slightest bit yet also set them higher

Tomorrow... I have until tomorrow. Then, I'm off to Layla the girl whom he is trying to get with.

I was a gift to his crush...

I slowly stood up, struggling a bit due to the shaking in my legs.

"Also don't get used to the name," He spoke again, "She hates naming, so I thought I'd do that for her, but after your her's who knows what'll happen to it."

I swallowed hard, my fists balling at my sides to keep them from trembling.

I don't know why his words actually upset me, my eyes trailing to the floor.

Doe was the only name I had been given. The only real name I had been given that wasn't just my blood type followed by a couple of numbers.

The name wasn't much but it was the first thing that was actually mine.

To think that even that could be taken from me.

I grasped hard onto the only hope I could find in this situation that if anything, I'd keep the name. My name.

My hand reached up to wipe my puffy eyes before I gently trailed my fingertips over the wounds on my neck.

I was surprised to notice that they had already scabbed over.

I had heard that vampire saliva had that effect, but I didn't think the results would be so instant.

My head shot back up as I heard his footsteps approach me.

Regardless of his words of safety prior, I couldn't help myself from taking a single step back once he was right in front of me.

"Easy there Doe," he spoke, his voice emanating a calmness that I refused to trust.

Test or Not, I couldn't just dismiss what I just went through.

Without another word he simply unhooked the leash from my collar and kept walking over to the desk sitting on the other side of the room.

I tried to regain control of my breathing as I kept my eyes on him.

According to him, my real beginning as a pet begins tomorrow, so I may as well try to get through today as peacefully as I can.