Okay, I might have been a little too harsh. It’s not that bad here. Really. Not so boring once you’re claimed. I suppose, if you’re lucky, it’s just sex and the sting of fangs. If you’re unlucky, then those are kind of… the good moments.
But, I’m not sure if luck has anything to do with it. Actually, it probably doesn’t. At all. I’ll return the hat, though. Cowboy promise.
So far, I haven’t seen the good side of it nor have I seen the bad. I’ve just been stuck in the limbo of things just trying to see where I should be, I guess.
I don’t think luck would help me any. I’m here, aren’t I? Anyway, well, okay.
It was nothing. It was just- Alright. I was talking to one of the other pets and she made a Toy Story reference and I didn’t get it. So… Showing up to her room dressed as Buzz should make up for it, you think?
Must have been embarrassing for you. Did you look good, at least?
“Most pets do have sex with their masters.” Vivian shrugged. “Simon’s sexual preference is very fluid and I don’t complain about it. I’m here primarily for his feeding and his companionship and sex was not one of his requirements. Many vampires just want a friend they can keep for a long time, if that makes sense. The need for company, to keep something close to them, is an inherent need. Some of them were turned to keep company with their dams and sires.” She scrambled them up, pouring them into a large bowl when she was finished.
Frozen waffles she’d forgotten about in the corner of the freezer caught her eye and she began unwrapping them from the cellophane, putting them into the toaster oven on the counter. “But many of them do want sexual submission. I’m naturally submissive so I’ve never had a problem with it.”
She turned to face him, leaning on the counter. “Fighting will gain you attention and submitting and accepting your fate might bring you a gentler vampire. Although, I could be wrong.”
"Right." he said chewing on his lip thinking over what she was saying to him. Eric still didn’t understand much of what they had going on, Vivian and Simon. He was having a hard time actually grasping the dynamic of the relationship between the vampire and the human. It didn’t seem like it was as bad as he thought but then again, the guy could be an alright dude. He didn’t know, never met him, but he was certain not all were so nice. "So, you kind of do whatever he says for you to do? I mean, you can’t be like that all the time. He sleeps during the day, what do you do in your free time?" he asked.
Moving out of the way he walked a bit further down the counter as to avoid hitting her or her running into him when she walked to get what looked like waffles, the frozen kind. He was a bit of a fighter by nature even if he couldn’t always back it up. It wasn’t in his nature to back down so easily, which was probably the reason why he was having a hard time wrapping his head around the whole of it. “That is if they are interested enough in someone who isn’t so submissive.” he said. “What happens if you aren’t so willing to let them do whatever they want?”
She removed the eggs from the fridge, setting them out two by two. Six eggs.
“He’s not terrible, you know, Simon. He’s actually very kind. I like living with him. It’s a bit like having a vampire dad. That you aren’t related to.” She grinned and began cracking the eggs into the pan over the stove, watching at they bubbled. She stirred them with a bit of milk and cheese, salt and pepper. “What are you going to do about your situation here?”
He looked at her confused by the analogy that she was using. “You guys don’t like… You know, have sex?” he asked. He was curious and even though the question could be offensive he wanted to know the full extent of being a pet to someone and what it meant in the long run of things. His stomach growled as the smell of eggs wafted through the room. He got up from his spot and walked over to where she was standing. “What can I do? It’s either give in or fight. I’m not the kind of person to just give in so easily….” he said going silent for a moment. “But, fighting could lead to something way worse or not. I’m not sure.” he said finally a little lost in his own thoughts.
Of course you are going to love it, and of course I am going to twist everything you say. If you didn’t know, which is obvious you did not, I prefer to think about things in an artistic way, a lie that was created by myself. Which makes it all more beautiful than just talking about things the way average human beings would. But why am I saying this again? Another lie that will be added to my journal tonight, I guess, along with the disappointment of being rejected by a sassy gay human pet. I’d like to mention you wouldn’t need much to convince me of become your intimate friend. I have to admit I have a weakness for beautiful eyes like yours, but it seems impossible for me to break this boundary that attaches me to the one I love. I’ll grant you that one, by the way. I bet I will be sucking something preeetty soon and I’m also sure he’s going to enjoy it. You are the one who’s missing it, love. You’d obviously have to admit my lips are to die for. And you haven’t given them a try on you yet! I think I appreciate conversation with simple minded people like yourself too.
You know what? You go and do whatever with your ‘love’. I have no further use in talki g to you anymore. You are completely aggravating and annoying. Prick.