Being A Vampire's Slave

Chapter 28: The Finding

Chapter 28: The Finding

Rene POV

"My, my, my little slave. You had a lot going on while I was away, hmm?" Tristan said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness.

"N-no, master," I quickly replied, my voice shaking. We stopped walking, and he stood in front of me with Karla positioned behind me like a dark shadow.

He waved his finger at me disapprovingly. "Slave, we talked about this, and you know very well." Tristan smiled wickedly, his eyes gleaming with malice. I had no idea what he was referring to. His grip on my arm tightened, and a whimper escaped my lips.

"Think hard. Each wrong answer you give me will result in more pain. I'll give you thirty seconds."

Panic surged through me as I tried to recall every conversation we had. What was it? What could he possibly mean? Wait...he thinks I'm lying? "Times up, slave. Now do you have an answer?" he asked, his tone icy.

"You think I'm lying?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Tristan clapped his hands, laughing, his sudden outburst leaving me even more confused.

"Well, aren't you the little smart one? Most humans aren't the sharpest creatures to exist. You surprise me, slave," he said.

Karla growled and shoved me, causing me to stumble. I looked back at her, and she returned my gaze with a smug expression. They led me to a room that looked empty except for a chair, a table, and a single, dim light hanging from the ceiling. The atmosphere was cold and sterile, a stark contrast to the chaos of the encounter.

Tristan shoved me into the chair and loomed over me, his eyes boring into mine with a chilling intensity.
"Now, let's continue our little game, shall we?" he said, his voice filled with dark amusement.

"Tell me, slave, do you enjoy disobedience? Because I promise, it won't end well for you."

Tristan turned to Karla, his frown deepening. "Why is your shirt bloody?" he asked, and I swallowed hard.

"This," she pointed at her shirt, "came from that blood bag slave you own. She stabbed me in the chest! A slave! She needs a good, painful correction for her errors." Karla advanced toward me, her frown deepening. Tristan's face registered shock.

Karla came up to me and slapped me across the face. Then she grabbed my arm, twisting it back painfully. "Karla, stop. I didn't say you could do that without my permission," Tristan snapped, his anger palpable.

Karla stared at him wide-eyed. "Are you kidding me? She stabbed me in the chest! She needs severe punishment. Even more than that."

Tristan rolled his eyes at her outburst. As if he was annoyed.
"Calm down Karla. It's just a little flesh wound which healed up less than four minutes. But you are right about she need to be put in her place. Slaves have no right to attack a vampire. Which I explained to you Rene. Oh you are so naughty. Bad, Bad, human." Tristan said. He was talking to me if I was a dog. Karla looked down taking it in. She pouts , but stayed silent.
"Karla, leave." Tristan said. Karla jumped up looking shocked.

"You said we were gonna have fun? Together?"

"Well you ruined it. Begone. Now." Tristan voice was tight. Karla looked angry and walked up to him. "I want payback for what she did to me." Karla voiced.

"I need to be alone right now. "

Karla's appalled face was almost amusing to me. At least I only had to deal with one of them now. "Ever since that pathetic human arrived, you've changed. She's just food and nothing else. You've been so distracted—" Tristan grabbed her by the neck, cutting off her rant.