Her Vampire Master

Chapter Eight

Mary played with a lock of Elizabeth's hair wrapping it around her finger again and again as she lay cuddled up against her soft warm body, enjoying the warmth seeping into her skin. She smiled over the girl's body at Charles, "Our sweet girl missed us, my love."

He nodded watching the woman between them with a slight smile as she slept, the morning activities had worn her out. "Let's let her rest luv," He said moving off of the bed to hold out his hand for the other vampire. She smiled taking his hand in hers as he led her to the bathroom, he filled the tub with warm water adding a little oil to it, the soft smell of flowers scenting the air around them.

She smiled at him as she leaned against the sink, "She dreams the most beautiful things my darling." She stared into space as he turned off the taps and got into the warm water, he was glad that Elizabeth had worked with an estate agent to get more modern plumbing filling a tub up by hand was not a fun task.

"What does she dream of?" He asked as he held out a hand helping her into the tub with him.

"It shifts between today and tomorrow all the time. Such wonderful dreams with pretty dollies, you're always there my love." She let out a sigh as she leaned her back against his chest. "Sometimes I am and sometimes I'm not, but you are all sweet and sour. My vicious boy," She looked over her shoulder at him with a slight grin on her girlish face.

"Our pet loves her daddy." She said with a happy sigh. He felt a warmth in his chest he wasn't used to feeling at her words, it made him happy to think that she would be with him later the idea of turning her was often on his mind lately. He liked to picture them in the future her already pale skin even paler without the warmth of life, her eyes golden with her own demon, he imagined her face shifting he didn't think that would take away from her beauty.

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She was dreaming she knew because in the dream she sat in her bedroom, the familiar white walls painted with brightly colored daisies from her childhood making her smile at the memory of painting them with her father when she was seven. Her bookshelf was full of wonderful books that she had enjoyed reading time and time again, her well-worn copies of Harry Potter catching her eye before she moved to her desk.

The computer sat lifeless, how she missed her old friend. It had been well over four years since she had touched one in real life, she looked at the framed photo of her and her best friend sitting in a colorful frame by her pencil holder. Smiling she looked at the happy picture tracing her friends face.

"I don't think I've ever seen you smile like that pet." His voice came from by her bed, she turned quickly to look at Charles' smirking face. Her smile dropped off her face quickly, "I can't escape you even in sleep can I?"

"I don't know can you?" He said leaning back against the pillows, "It's your dream after all." He said as he played with the lace ruffles of her pink bedspread.

"Sometimes the past and future bled together and it makes my headache." She whispered, not knowing how the spell she had cast could have gone so terribly wrong. He looked up at her, "Do you see me? In the past and in the future?" He questioned.

She didn't answer and he rolled off the bed to stalk dangerously towards her, "Sometimes I do, I wish things would go back to how they were when you didn't notice my existence."

"Pet I could never, not notice you." He smiled as he caressed her cheek, "I'll always notice my girl." He whispered as he pulled her in for a kiss.

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Elizabeth awoke with a start, she pushed her sweaty hair off of her face. She hated when she dreamed of how things used to be, it made her heart sink all the more. Worse was he was there this time, her room had been her safe haven and now she had seen him there and it would never feel safe again.

She supposed it was a pointless dream, she hoped beyond hope that she would be able to get home and this could all be forgotten like a bad memory. She knew she wouldn't be able to get rid of the scars that littered her body from the knife wound in her side that had almost killed her to the scars at her wrist that had come from her own hand.

Maybe she couldn't die anymore, that thought made her laugh if that was true then none of this was real and maybe she was crazy. She rolled over thinking of all the times she had tried to kill herself to escape this life when he had first found her in Bristol she had been working as a common w***e. A week was all it had taken for her to try and step in front of a carriage, he had beat her black and blue after he had dragged her back to the inn they were staying at.

She had tried to go on a hunger strike when they were in Rome thinking it might work but he had painted her lips in chocolate until she had given in, the scars on her wrist had come from a morning in Cario when she had been shared with his sire.

It had been in Berlin when she had a flash of hope, in those days he had made her walk three paces behind him. They had passed the gates of the American Embassy and she had casually walked in, they hadn't believed her story about vampires and had put her into a mental asylum she shuddered thinking about the time spent there.

It didn't help that when the vampires had found her she had shouted Mary's name, giving credibility to Charles story that insanity ran in her family. Mary had played the part of her crazed sister whom he was married to and they had gotten her out easily enough, after that she had started to lose hope.

She sighed to herself as she stretched, starting her afternoon off the same way she always did, "None of this is real." She said in a whisper.