Layla woke up beside him to see Vaughn. She was surprised; she had slept alone yesterday and hadn't expected her master to lay beside her. His silver hair hung around his face, silver hair. She gazed at him; his face smooth and silky. She looked down as she stared at his lips; it was pink and succulent. Her hands traced down his face to his jawline, taking a good look at him. Vaughn snapped open his eyes, feeling a touch on him."What are you doing?" he asked. Layla quickly removed her hands as she sat up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." she stammered.
Vaughn stood up and ignored her. He had things to work on before dawn. He moved his body and stood up, walked towards the bathroom, shut the door, and entered the tub.
Layla stood up, catching her breath. "Why did I do that? What is wrong with me?" she asked herself. She walked over to the window, staring down. Flowers with pale color were what she could see. The other night, she watched the stars, and the scenery looked beautiful. Vaughn exited the bathroom, took a shirt from the bedroom, and wore it. He looked at his pet staring at the window. He knew she missed her relative, and he already promised not to kill them. He left and shut the door, leaving Layla. Layla looked at the figure that had gone through the door. She had expected him to tell her he was leaving but didn't.
Layla walked out of the window, and her eyes wandered through the desk, the neatly arranged documents and books were placed on the right. She saw a plane sheet with nothing imprinted she took it and started drawing with the pencil she saw on the table. Her hands moved freely on the paper; she had loved drawing from childhood, but after her parent's death, she stopped drawing. Tears came out of her eyes as they stained the drawing she was drawing. She looked at what she drew, and it was the half-face of her mother. "I miss you, Mum and Dad," she whispered under her breath. She continued drawing as her stomach rumbled; she was hungry, and her master hadn't left any food for her, and without his permission, she couldn't leave the room. Her stomach grumbled once more; she was hungry. She made her way over to the door and opened it, stepping out, but before she could let go of it, it closed. She looked at the closed door, which had a code she didn't know. Layla had tried many times to cram the code, but it was impossible; he was quickly typing it each time she saw him. Layla left the door, heading down the stairs, her bent bent low. The most important thing she needed was food. She walked past the stairs, slaves carrying trays with blood. She scented food; all she needed was to follow the scent. She hurried down the stairs, her legs walking fast. She hurried, and her legs missed a step as she was about to land, but was caught by a hard chest. She looked as her heart quivered; the same man she had always wanted to avoid at all costs. He grabbed her waist as he lifted her, looking at her intently. "You must be special for my brother to get a pet like you," he chuckled while saying. Layla tried seizing this opportunity to run away but was blocked by Draven. "I see my brother left you hungry; why not come, so I'll get you food," he said.Layla moved backward. "Thanks; it's not necessary," she said. Before she could finish her sentence, Layla was grabbed by Draven as he went upstairs. They arrived at an empty room, and he called a slave, whispering something before the slave left. Soon enough, the slave arrived with food dishes placed on the table. Layla's mouth salivated, but she held on.
Draven gazed at the young girl still standing. To him, she looked familiar, but he wasn't sure. "Are you going to stand there all day?" he asked.
Layla had a sit, grabbing the food beside her and devouring it. Draven gazed at the figure before him; he wondered what would make his brother so busy not to remember to feed his pet. Although he and his brother were not on good terms, he knew his brother so well. He looked at the figure well; her long grey coming to her face, her bright blue eyes, and her white-porcelain skin. His eyes continued to glare as he went to her lips. Layla gulped as she was done eating. She used her left hand to wipe the food particles in her mouth. She turned around to see Draven gazing at her."Thanks," she muttered, turning around to leave. "You look familiar," Draven said. Layla hadn't expected him to notice her so soon but stood facing him. "It's purely a coincidence; we haven't met before," she said. Draven smirked. "How about you stay and wait for my brother to be back," he said.
Layla didn't trust him, but he was right anyway. She sat down at the table, resting her head as Draven sat beside her. "So, how did my brother get you to be his pet?" he asked, staring intently at her.
Layla held the hem of her dress, unsure of the answer. Of course, this was going to lead her to remember the past, which she didn't want to. She looked; her eyes met with Draven. "It's not necessary," she answered.
Draven was surprised by her nerves. Of all his previous pets, none had talked to him in such a manner. He watched her before standing up. Layla was expecting danger after her word but was surprised the vampire didn't hurt her. She removed her hand from her dress as her hand caught hold of the chair, tearing her skin, and blood emitted from her hand as she held it. Draven turned around, scenting blood. It had been long since he had fresh blood. He looked at the human; the blood dropping. He walked towards her and bent slowly before sucking the blood out. He looked at the human; his eyes turned red.
Layla was shocked; she tried cleaning, but it came pouring out. She hadn't expected Draven to lick her blood. She looked as her eyes met with him; those silver eyes had turned red. She moved back, gripping her dress tightly as she shut her eyes. Draven gazed at the human; he could no longer hold himself as he sank his fangs into her neck. Layla held onto the chair; the pain intensifying. If she hadn't left her master's room, all this wouldn't have happened.
Draven sucked out blood; this had been the best he'd tasted in ages. He removed his fangs and licked his lips as he stood up. The human before him was scared, and he hadn't expected to drink from her, but he couldn't hold himself.
Layla held herself as she felt dizzy. She looked up, and she blurred, falling with the chair. Draven looked and saw the chair falling; he caught hold of her, lifting her from the chair and carrying her in his arms.
He carried her to his room and laid her on his bed. He hadn't expected her to faint, but now that she had, he was determined to take care of her. He covered her with the blanket, noting that her temperature was hot, and he called out to one of the slaves, ordering him to get him a blood tank. The human before him had caught his attention with her attitude, and he couldn't afford to lose her. He sat beside her, looking at her with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Only if I got you first," he whispered to himself, "but I won't lose you." He was determined to keep her safe, to protect her from harm. A knock was heard at the door, and he got up to answer it. He emitted a low growl, grabbing the blood tank from the slave who had brought it. He attached the string, hanging it beside the bed, and then he gazed at her as he said, "You'll be fine." He was trying to reassure himself as much as her, hoping that she would recover soon.