Something is wrapped tightly around my waist and my back is pressed against something firm. Actually, the entire length of my body is pressed against something, the thing around my waist is holding me tight against it. I smell... lilacs? And man sweat. I open my eyes and glance down. The clamp is none other than a man's arm. Judging from the black fingernails, it's Mr. Masters' arm. I don't know how this happened.
However, I do remember waking up with an unconscious man in my arms and my face buried in his neck. Any qualms I had when Mr. Masters forced him into my arms vanished as soon as the smell of blood hit me. At least, I think it was the blood. It didn't have that metallic smell to it like I've grown accustomed to. Instead it had a smell so intoxicating that it's hard to put into words. Almost like a flower, but flowers don't draw you closer, make your teeth elongate and cause you to salivate. But once that smell hit me, I dove in, fangs first. The disgust of what was flowing into my mouth vanished as soon as the taste hit my tongue. Again, not the same metallic taste you'd expect. Instead, it's almost orgasmic. A taste so delicious that if I didn't know better I'd think it was Nectar, the drink of the gods. Mr. Masters pulled me away from the man too soon and led me away from the blood-drained man. I let him lead me in a night full of sensations I've never experienced and sights I never knew existed.
I'm still staring at the arm wrapped around me. At least I'm clothed, mostly. I don't think I have pants on, but I'm at least wearing a giant shirt. The arm that I'm not laying on is free to move, so I start tracing the veins on his arm. Despite not knowing how I got here, I'm surprisingly comfortable.
"ADRYAN AIAS AISCHYLOS ALEXIOS AMBROSIOS WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" A very feminine voice screeches. I jump, startled. If not for the arm still around my waist I probably would have jumped high enough to latch myself to the ceiling like a cat.
I turn my head to find the owner of the screech to see a very pissed off looking... me? The lady standing in the doorway looks identical to me. Well, the after-the-change me. The only noticeable difference is that her hair is black instead of white, like mine. Right now, her eyes are glowing red. This is a very pissed off female vampire.
"What does it look like, woman?" Mr. Masters growls from beside me, burying his face further into my neck. I try to wiggle away. This feels like a fight about to happen.
"Damn right, it's about to be a fight. Who the hell are you and why are you in bed with my Mate?" Mate?
A deep, scary sounding growl comes from the face right by my ear. I stop trying to move away and freeze instead.
"Elizabethia..." Finally releasing me, he moves off the bed and walks to stand in front of her. Elizabethia shoots me a smug look over his shoulder as he places his hands on hers. They have a whispered conversation that I can't hear, even with my improved hearing. The occasional word I do hear sounds foreign.
I decide to take this chance to look around my environment. How did I not notice that we're not at my place? The black bedsheets and the blackout curtains should have been a dead giveaway. Stretching, I sit up, pulling the shirt down a bit since it bunched at my waist. I wonder what time it is... There's no clock in the room so I to go to the window. I may not be able to tell the exact time but I can guess. I'm about to push a panel aside to look out when Mr. Masters is suddenly holding me to his chest.
"What the fuck?" I exclaim, pushing him off me.
"You're a Newborn, stupid. The sun will burn you," Elizabethia snarks from her spot by the door. "And it's Elizabeth. Where did you say you found her, Adryan? She seems stupid..."
"Excuse me, but I'm NOT stupid! I didn't even know this shit existed two days ago. Forgive me for not knowing a Newborn can't be in sunlight. What else do I not know?" I direct the last question to Mr. Masters. I don't like this chick.
"You must be stupid. All Vampyres, before and after the Turn, know what Newborns can and can't do."
"I'm a Human! Or... was a Human." She freezes, and looks over my shoulder at Mr. Masters.
"How?"
"I don't know. And neither does Mr. Masters. But according to my best friend, Jace, I'm special. I was going to go talk to the Crone later today."
"No. Not today. Saturday." FINALLY. Mr. Masters says SOMETHING to me.
"What? That's a week away!" He just blinks at me. UGH! Why can't he ever just tell me anything? I'm never going to learn if he just expects me to magically know everything.
I cross my arms and narrow my eyes at him. Bastard.
He raises a lip in a snarl. Oh? Can the big bad Vamp hear me? A dull glow starts in his eyes. He CAN! I shoot my own smirk at him.
"You'll lose," Elizabeth says. "He's stubborn and mean. Come with me to the living room, I'll answer your questions. You're right. You'll never learn if someone doesn't help."
I look down at my clothes. I'm in a giant button-up shirt. It reaches my knees but I'm not wearing anything beneath it.
"Don't worry, I don't mind your lack of clothes. Come."
I turn on my heel, intending to go with her, but Mr. Masters stops me. Grabbing my upper arm, a little too hard for comfort, he pulls me closer to him. I stumble a bit at the direction change and lay a hand on his chest to stabilize myself a bit. He growls.
"Use your words, sir. And let go." Glowing eyes meet mine and he growls again, moving his hand from my arm to around my waist, trapping my arms between us. My face goes red as the memory of a similar positions floats to the surface. I try to pull away but he holds firm. What is with this guy and manhandling me? I narrow my eyes and hiss at him. I've had enough! With a quick shove, he's moving backwards and hits the wall slightly. I turn away, intending to leave the room but he grabs me again. Not breaking my stride, I turn and raise my fist. He catches my punch before pulling me close again. I bring my knee up and make contact. As he's doubled over in pain, I ram my elbow in his back, causing him to hit the floor. I run out the door. Not exactly knowing the layout of his apartment, I trust my gut and turn left in the hallway. It opens up into a bigger room.
It's sparsely decorated, with just a black couch and a black coffee table. Elizabeth is sitting on the couch. I take a seat next to her.
"Lovers spat?" She asks, smiling sweetly. I just narrow my eyes. "Okay. So. I'm going to assume you know absolutely nothing so here goes. I am Princess Elizabethia Ashiah Ambrosios. I was adopted into the Royal Family at a young age and am Mate to the Prince Adryano Aias Aischylos Alexios Ambrosios, Mr. Masters, as you call him. We are Vampyres, with a Y. Meaning we were born, grew up, died, and Turned. Vamps have been around longer than Humans. Lifespans for the Undead are a lot longer since there's very little that can actually kill us and we're immune to most diseases. Before there were Humans, we fed on each other. A Vamp can survive off another's blood, but two can't survive off each other as it'll just be recycling the same blood back and forth. It keeps the Vamp weak, and is considered an intimate act now. When Humans first came around, we learned that if we didn't fully drain, and kill, a Human after feeding, and that particular Human happened to be dinner at least 3 times, they'd Turn. And those three times didn't have to be close together. Once discovered, we actually ran tests and learned that it was three bites, at any time in their lifespan. So, to keep the population down, it became common practice to fully drain victims. After several thousand years, it was discovered that the Humans had developed some kind of Immunity to the venom that Turns them and therefore it became unnecessary to kill them." She looks at me, waiting for a response.
"Any idea why I'm special?" My back is to the hallway, but I can sense when Mr. Masters enters the room.
"No. You smell like any other Vampire to me."
I feel a presence move behind me as Mr. Masters plants his butt on the arm of the couch behind me.
"She smells... addicting."
Elizabeth looks startled, before narrowing her eyes at him.
"She looks just like me, Adry... Are you trying to replace me?" Oh no. She's using an overly fake whiny voice. There's no way Mr. Masters falls for that. There's silence from the mass of body behind me. She leans forward, getting nice and close to my face. "Adryan is mine. If I find out anything happens between you two, I'll make sure your stint as the Undead is short-lived."
There's a growl and a thump as Elizbeth finds herself on the floor. She blinks up at me, processing what just happened since Mr. Masters hasn't seemed to move at all.
"You will not touch her. Now leave." Mr. Masters' voice carries through the room.
"Are you going to take her through the proper training to ensure she's safe to go out?"
He blinks at her. I can almost hear the "of course."
"Good. Be sure to. Educate her on how to behave around the Royalty too. Your brother will probably stop by." With that said, she disappears. I turn to look at Mr. Masters.
"What training?"
"You have to learn to control your strength, and ignore your instincts."
"What instincts?"
"You're a predator, idiot. You're going to want to hunt."
"You have a brother?" He just stares at me. "Will he really come visit? Did she call him royalty? Wouldn't that make you royalty?"
He stands up and walks out the room, pausing to look at me before walking down the hallway. I'm assuming that means he wants me to follow. He leads me into the kitchen. He points to a chair pushed up to a small two-person table. I do as he says and sit down. I watch as he opens the fridge and pulls out a carton of eggs. He takes one out, sets the carton on the counter, and takes two steps to stand in front of me.
He holds the egg out to me, resting in the center of his palm. "Take it."
What? How is taking an egg from him going to do anything? He stares at me. I sigh and reach for the egg. As soon as my fingertips touch the fragile shell, it shatters. Egg slime drips from his hand as I look up and meet his gaze. He smirks at me as he wipes his hand on a towel and offers me another egg. I break this one too. Ugh. This might take a while...