(3rd person P.O.V)
Logan looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms. After leaving the party, he quickly ran up to his room, locking himself and the girl in. He gently laid her on his bed and studied her sleeping form. The moonlight cast a glow on her body, making her look angelic and serene. The top of her kimono had become loose, revealing a subtle cleavage. He got closer, taking in her facial features. Her eyes were hidden behind a veil of dark long lashes. Her lips were plump and glossed, so tempting. He slowly ran a finger down her jawline. A small shock was sent throughout his body as soon as contact was made.
His body burned to touch her further, but he stopped himself, and his inner demon roared with anger. This woman was something to him, but what? He needed answers, and fast. With much displeasure, he tore away from the girl and walked out of his room. He went to his father’s study where his family was waiting. His father had an emotionless face, yet Logan could feel the real emotions coming from him.
“Logan, why did u take the slave,” asked his father. His mother waited for his answer. As for Alex, he just smirked.
“Because she-,” he stopped in mid-sentence and paused before speaking, “I don’t know why I just did. It’s hard for me to explain. Something inside is telling that girl is mine.” Logan’s father stared at him for a while, as if trying to find the right words.
" Logan, listen to me carefully,” he paused for a moment, “, did you by any chance taste her blood?” At the mere mention of her blood, Logan’s throat went dry, and his body ached to be near her. He began to double over in pain.
“What’s the matter Logan,” asked his mom.
“I think I know what’s wrong,” spoke Alex. “It seems his demon has found its mate, and by the looks of it, it’s the slave.”
“Nonsense. You know very well that inner demon marking has been lost to us all since the great war,” Said Zake.
“Yes, but then again, the old customs still run in our bloodline, we’ve just forgotten how to use them.” Logan was panting, and he seemed to be getting weaker.
“I can’t believe our son has finally found someone! She may be a slave, but she’s a beauty from what I saw,” Said Logan’s mother.
“Yes, that’s great news, but our son seems to be passing out. Might as well fetch the girl.” Zake clapped his hands, and a male servant appeared.
“Bring the pink-haired girl to Logan, he’s feeling a bit thirsty. Before the servant could grab the door handle, Logan spoke in a menacing tone.
“If you touch her...if you lay a single part of you on her...I will see to your demise.” Logan’s eyes were blood red, and his fangs were elongated.” I’ll get to her myself, I don’t want another male’s scent on what’s mine.” With that, Logan quickly made his way back to his room.
His family on the other hand just sat there.
“Well, now we all know the possessive trait didn’t skip him either,” Logan’s mother said while looking at her husband and Alex who just blushed and looked away.
Logan finally entered the room, only to find the bed empty. This alarmed him, heightening his senses for her. He found her scent, which led to the window, what he saw put him at ease. In the moonlight, sitting on the edge of a balcony, was the pink-haired girl. Her face was calm, and she was singing softly to herself. His inner demon urged him to touch her, to be near. She turned, and her eyes met his. She didn’t realize she was being watched. Out of respect, she got on the floor and bowed.
“Master Logan, I didn’t realize, forgive me for intruding. I just woke up in this room, I didn’t know it belonged to you.”
He went to her and lifted her face. She expected a slap, but it never came. Instead, he spoke in a calm voice.
“There is no need to worry, I was the one who brought you here.” His fingers grew warm with her flesh, his demon calmed at the touch.
“What is your name?” He seemed taken back by the sudden question
“If I may ask, why would you want to know my name? I’m just a slave, I’m of no importance.”
“You’re more important than you think,” he thought
“I wish to know the name of the girl that is to be my personal servant. You are no longer a slave, you’re my servant. You will be at my side when I need you to be, and you will sleep here.“Erika gasped. She was no longer a slave, but a personal servant to Lord Logan? It was no longer Master, but Lord. Why would she need to sleep here? There were servants' quarters in the mansion. Unless...unless she was to be that kind of servant, the kind only used to fulfill certain desires.
“Mas- Lord Logan, why must I sleep here?“He smirked and went closer to her, whispering...
“It’s because you’re...mine.“Erika didn’t know how to react. Instead, she said the first thing that came to mind.
“Erika.” Logan gave her a questioning look.
“My name is Erika.” She looked down as he grabbed a strand of her curls. He stood her up, only to have his senses filled with
her scent. His throat dried, and his body ached. He fell over, as if in pain.
“Lord Logan, what’s wrong?” Erika rushed to his side. He couldn’t speak, but she could tell he needed something. The only thing that came to mind was blood. Should she? She was now his servant after all, which meant she had to help him with anything and everything, even his thirst for blood. She looked around for something sharp but found nothing. She realized she had a long sharp pin in her hair.
Quickly, she laid him on her lap, and grabbed the pin, putting it on her arm.
Logan watched as she took the pin, and sliced her wrist. She put pressure and faced her arm downwards. A drop of blood entered his mouth, and his demon hungered for more. He grabbed her wrist and began feeding. He sighed at the taste. Her blood was pure. It seemed to have a hint of cherry and peach. With each gulp, his body ached less. His body was on hers, her blood quenching his thirst. He felt at ease, his demon subsided.
Erika began to feel a bit light-headed but pushed on. He fed, savoring the taste. After he felt he had enough, he stopped and cleaned her wrist of any excess blood. He just laid there on her lap, not wanting to move. He felt calm, refreshed. Her blood did something to him that was indescribable. He noticed she still had the gash on her wrist.
“I’ll get you something for that,” he said getting up.
“No need,” She Said.
She put her hand over her wrist, and let a green glow surround her arm. Logan recalled her doing the same thing with a young girl before. He was curious but didn’t question it. As the green glow began to fade, the cut healed, leaving a tiny white line of a scar. He was about to thank her for the blood, but she fell backward fainting.
Alarmed, he called her name, but she didn’t respond. His panic eased when he heard her soft breathing, signaling she was alive but asleep. He gave a long sigh. This girl didn’t know what she was to him. He didn’t plan on telling her yet. He wanted to give her time to adjust. After all, telling someone they’re your mate is like proposing in a way. He smiled at the thought. He stood up and carried her in his arms to the bed where he laid her. He bent down and gave a small smile as he kissed her forehead.
“Thank you, Erika...my little cherry blossom”
Erika awoke to something soft. Feeling around, she realized she was on a bed and wasn’t alone. Immediately she shot up to look beside her. She gasped as she saw Logan. His back was facing her, his top half exposed to reveal pale skin. Checking herself, she sighed in relief. Her kimono was still intact. From the looks of it, she hadn’t been touched at all. She ran her palm over her arm, pausing as she felt a thin line of a scar. She brought her arm up close to her chest.
“Should I have been scared? I could have died last night; he could have sucked me dry,” she thought. She looked beside her and noticed he had turned around to face her, his eyes still closed.
“He’s so beautiful.” She laughed at this. “What am I saying... the man is a monster; I saw for myself last night. How could I have helped him!” Her eyes softened. “Strange, for almost a moment, he seemed as though he had a heart. But no, I shouldn’t fool myself. Beings like him only care for their kind, not a human-like me.”
The man beside her began to stir. His eyes opened slightly, only to close once more. Erika couldn’t help but give a small smile. “Monster or not, he’s my lord. I don’t like the idea of dying but, I’ll help him in any way I can.”
She reached towards a small pocket in her kimono for her mother’s ribbon and tied it to her hair. “I suppose I should do something.” She looked out the window and saw the gardens. She quietly rose from the bed, and sneaked out the door, leaving the sleeping vampire alone.
Erika made her way out or at least tried. The mansion was huge, and she felt so tiny. “Which way leads outside?” She was beginning to get a little irritated. “Great, I’m lost!” She slumped over and sighed. “How do I get out of here?”
" My, my what do we have here, a lost little servant?” Erika turned, her breathing hitched in her chest. Logan’s mother Ellwood was standing before her. She immediately got to her knees and bowed. Mrs. Ellwood only smiled. “No need to bow my dear, but what are you doing out of my son’s room? He won’t be too happy to see you gone.” Erika rose from the floor.
“I was on my way to the gardens; that’s where I was assigned to do my work.”
“But you’re no longer a slave child, or didn’t my son explain?”
“He did madam, but I enjoy being outside, I feel at ease when nature surrounds me. Forgive me for not following orders.” Logan’s mother smiled.
“Follow this corridor to the end. You’ll find they lead to a sliver door that goes straight to the gardens.” Erika bowed once more in respect and walked her way to the gardens.
“Logan won’t be too happy about not waking to his mate, but why not let him have a little scare just for the fun of it.”
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