The Vampire's Pet.

Lord Devon.

Harriet's POV

Penelope had been trying to convince me to put on the extravagant cloth Ms Patricia had brought out for me. I had told her severally that I wasn't going to put it on and that I didn't care what her "Master" thought....

I wasn't even going to leave this room.

"I'm sorry my lady but we really need to get going. My Lord will be really pissed if you don't come downstairs" Penelope said for the umpteenth time.

I rolled my eyes at the mantra.

"And i told you I don't care about what he thinks. I'm not putting that s**t on. Penn, that clothes is too tight and too revealing."

Penelope sighed, her eyes frantic and worried. I would have taken pity on her if this wasn't about my body. There was no way in hell I'm going to wear that thing to see him.

"Okay. Let's make a deal" I furrowed my brows to her.

"I'm listening" I eyed her, my arms crossed against my chest.

"There is a gown similar to this one in your closet. It's a little better but it's quite similar. Why don't you try it" she told me, her eyes hopeful.

"What about madam Patricia?" I asked. That woman scared the living daylight out of me, I wasn't even about to cross her again today.

Penelope sighed. "I'll deal with her"

I eyed her skeptically. "How would you do that?"

Penelope smiled softly. "I've been with her for close to five years now. I know how to poke her soft spots"

I hummed. "Okay fine, let's see this frigging dress"

"Yes!" Penelope jubilated.

I rolled my eyes at her but I couldn't stop the little smile dancing on my lips.

Penelope jogged into the closet and after a while she emerged with a similar red dress but it had a higher neckline as compared to Ms Patricia's choice.

"Here" she sprawled the dress on the bed and I eyed it. It looked quite beautiful to be honest.

I glanced over at Penelope to see a shy smile on her face. Begrudgingly, I picked the cloth up from the bed and stared at it one last time before sighing and discarding the towel draped across my body.

Penelope swivelled immediately, her back towards me and I almost let out a laugh.

I tried the dress on again, and I almost gasped out at how fit it was. It was a red ball gown, it was off the shoulders but had a higher neckline as compared to the previous one. The previous one had all my boobs spilling out. I had an average sized boobs, not too big, and not too small. But I sometimes felt insecure in dresses like this, I wasn't like other girls that had smaller boobs that fitted in everything they wore.

The gown fell down at my feet, my waist being held tightly by a band, the long slit on my left thigh being too long but it was better than my cleavage being open.

I heard a gasp fall behind me and I stared at Penelope over the mirror.

I gave her a shy smile. I had never wore a dress as extravagant as this, it was extremely beautiful and just like the dresses the female vampires wore when they came to our city in time past.

I however didn't feel good wearing it, knowing I was putting it on against my will, and for the most ruthless man I had ever encountered caused my eyes to water. I didn't have a choice however, just like he said, I lived for him now, I didn't have a choice of my own neither could I like things, everything belonged to him.

I didn't think that I had lived for 21 years trying to chase my dreams only to be sold to a vampire Lord at the end of the day. One I hated so much.

Penelope came by my side and turned me to face her. I tried to hide my teary eyes from her but it was of no use.

"You look beautiful my lady" she smiled.

I chuckled amidst the tears, I lifted my fingers to wipe the fallen tears on my cheeks not wanting to ruin the makeup Penelope had done.

"So do I look more befitting for your Master now?" I teased. Though it sounded quite bitter.

Penelope smiled. "You look absolutely gorgeous"

We exchanged smiles before she scurried away to get some heels that would fit the dress. I took more time to admire myself in the mirror. I really looked good, more than how I had looked in all my 21 years of living.

I didn't even want to know how much this dress cost, or all the dresses in the closet. I was pretty sure it would have been able to feed me and my family to our third generation.

I sighed after hearing Penelope jogging over to me. She placed a pair of average white heels in front of me, gorgeous too and i placed my feet in them.

"Is this how I ought to be dressing everyday?" I asked her the question that had been bothering me.

Penelope hunched down to fix the buckle of the shoes for me.

"Not everyday. Just when my Lord is around"

"Why? Why can't I just wear simply gowns, we are just eating" I replied, my brows furrowed in confusion.

Penelope glanced up at me from where she was on her knees. "Lord Devon, he just like things like that---"

"What did you call him?"

"What?"

"You called him something now. Something that wasn't my Lord, or Master" I replied.

Penelope looked confused for a second until a look of realization dawned on her.

"Lord Devon"

"Is that his name?"

She eyed me before smiling. "You didn't even know his name?" She bemused.

I simply shrugged, feeling shy all of a sudden.

"It's fine. We normally just call him Lord or Master around here. I didn't know his name for two years since I started working here"

"Two years!" I exclaimed.

Penelope simply laughed. "Yeah. He doesn't like his name being called. There was one time three years ago, two servants were gossiping and one mistakenly said his name out, nobody knew he was around that day but he somehow heard it and he fired them. That was because he was in a good mood, if he wasn't, they would have been killed"

My heart skipped.

"Killed?"

"Yeah." She resigned, a sad look hitting her features.

"Well what about you, you just said his name" I pointed out already scared for her life.

Penelope only smiled. "My case is different, and so is Ms Patricia, Mr Jonah and Marcus"

"Why?"

"It just is" she shrugged. She looked as though she wanted to say something else but she stopped her self, the mood had long shifted and I didn't want to poke more.

"All done" she said before standing on her feet.

I gave her a grateful smile before staring at the mirror again.

My heart would not stop thumping at the thought of eating with him. All Penelope had told me just made me even more scared to be in his presence. How was I going to survive for as long as I was going to be here.

Penelope must have noticed my fears because she rubbed my bare shoulders together, our eyes joined in the mirror. She was smiling softly at me.

"I know it's hard. I don't know your circumstances of coming here and I know you must be scared but don't be. Lord Devon might look ruthless and scary, he kind of is but only if you piss him off. You look quite defiant but I promise you if you continue to defy him, you wont survive for long here" I gulped hard.

"I'm not saying this to scare you but you are not the first that has come here."

"I'm not?" I parroted.

Penn simply gave an eerie smile before walking and prying the door open for me.

"My lady"

I eyed her tentatively but all she did was smile, sinister and scary. She didn't look quite like the Penelope that had been trying to calm me down seconds ago.

I shoved my thoughts down before walking out of the room, packing the gowns by it's side to lift the hem off the floor. I didn't want to make matters worse by falling on my face.

"Are you all vampires?" I whispered to Penelope as we made our way downstairs. The house had become more rowdy now, workers and servants were moving about, all if them quiet and facing forward.

I wondered how many servants worked here.

Penelope's laughter pried me out of my thoughts.

"God no! None of the servants are Vampire's"

"Really?" I asked, a little relief flooding me.

"Of course not. It's a taboo to have your fellow Vampires work for you in this city. Not that it applies to my Lord but he just follows the rules" Penelope explained causing more questions to rise in my head.

"Why doesn't it apply to him?"

Penelope sighed, not frustratedly but more like she was finding my questions funny.

"I'll tell you everything you need to know after dinner. Right now we need to hurry"

We got to the stairs and the dinning hall was still open. Penelope left me to go help Ms Patricia in the kitchen. I walked into the hall and I soon realized that the food had been replaced.

What the hell happened to the other one?

Everything was different, down to the fruits.

I sighed but not before my stomach grumbled again. I looked around not wanting Devon or whoever to catch me stealing things.

When I was sure i was in the clear, I took an apple in my hand, about to put it in my mouth, a voice stopped me.

"You seem to have a knack for stealing things"

My eyes widened again and I hid the apple behind me like a little girl. I cringed, not even realizing that I had done that.

Devon raised his brows at me. If I didn't know better I'd say he even smirked but I didn't want to believe.

He looked exactly how he looked earlier, the same shiny suit and heavy black leather coat. His hands behind his back, the only difference was his hair, it wasn't in the neat bun it was in earlier, now it simply was let loose, falling a little below his shoulders.

His hair was another beautiful thing he had on. I cussed myself for even thinking about that.

Devon swept his eyes over my features, his eyes scanning my dress down to the shoes on my feet. His face was impassive, not letting me know if I had impressed him or not.

After a while, he nodded his head once and walked pass me over to the head of the chair, his scent reach my nostrils and I almost whined at how good he smelt.

Get yourself together Harriet.

"Are you just going to stand there? Or you'd rather steal things?" He growled.

I rolled my eyes almost to the back of my head, quite thankful that he wasn't able to see me.

I hated myself even more for thinking anything was beautiful about this obnoxious man.