It was about 12 in the morning before Christopher arrived home with Avery tailing his every move. She has to. She was his slave as he was her master. It was this way ever since he rescued her from her vindictive father. She knew not the pact she was making with him though. He never treated her bad, but when his rage got the better of him, she knew it was best to stay out of his way. The night had been plump with excitement. Christopher and Avery went club hopping, mainly because Christopher was hungry. Hungry for food no, but for blood yes. The gyrating bodies of willing souls in late night clubs always fed Christopher's blood lust. He would usually find a good one who'd consent to blood and sex, but he never wanted sex from them. The blood was enough to arouse him. They were beneath him and didn't deserve that sort of special treatment. That he would save for Avery.
As they walked through the threshold of their large but comfortable house, Christopher rage was still fuming. Avery has disobeyed him at one of the night clubs and refused for only a second to leave the room as he partook of the blood of one rather promiscuous female. He hit Avery hard across the face and told her if she wanted to live to see tomorrow she'd better be on her way. He would never kill Avery, she was too precious, though you must keep a slave in place or they come under the impression that they are the master, and not vice versa. He plopped his messenger bag down on the floor and hung up his trench coat. Avery immediately began to work in the kitchen. This was a usual ritually when they arrived home late. He would sit by the counter and watch her movements carefully as she cooked. And so he did.
He watched her as she made her way about the kitchen, gathering various supplies to create his meal. It isn't like he didn't trust her, though you can never be too careful. Although a slave is very compelled to follow their master's commands, they still have their free will. Avery moved with a light step. She fluttered around the kitchen as a butterfly would around a meadow. She was indeed, the most beautiful creature Christopher ever encountered. Her skin was tanned, her eyes dark with mischief. Her hair fell far to the small of her back and curled up ever so slightly in blue black waves. Her legs were long and lean from her days of running track and her figure was also perfectly sculpted. She was not robust, but rather small and petite. A perfect 5''5. She was the sweetest thing. Her voice always quiet when she spoke, but around strangers, she would act as if they have been friend for as long as she could remember. She always took herself up in something spiritual. Weather it be praying or yoga or anything else. He on the other hand was the polar opposite to her. He was strong and built with a chest made of steel. A towering 6"5. His hair was coal black and fell down to his shoulders. He always wore it slick back to expose his striking green eyes and defined chin. He didn't keep much facial hair, he found it barbaric. However, what he did keep was cut and shaved into a neat goatee fashion. He is too, often quiet. Though unlike Avery's bubbly personality, he has none. He kept to himself and his studies. His dark past inspired his cello music. He was indeed the most brilliant cellist man kind had ever seen. After all, he had been practicing for over five thousand years.
His memories took him far and he almost missed the thing that would turn the night into a completely different direction. He stilled fumed with rage over Avery's defiance, however this one little incident would evaporate all anger he was directing toward her. Avery hadn't bothered to change when she got home. He never really cared what she wore or when she wore it, because her beauty was all that mattered. Today though her realized exactly how striking this female really was. She wore a white corset dress with black trimming that fell over her hips beautifully. Her hair was straightened and hanging down her back to cover the fact that the back of the dress was only held together by strings. He legs shown at the bottom of the dress were shining with whatever type of lotion she used before they left. He averted his eyes automatically, feeling as if he shouldn't watch her this way and be thinking the thoughts that he was, though he wanted to ravish her body so bad.
"Avery," He said, in a dark dangerous tone.
She stopped what she was doing instantly and turned to face him, her eyes wide with fear knowing that he was still angry.
"Yes, my Lord?" She asked in a wavering tone
"Your outfit is not appropriate for home activities. Please go and change into something a little more comfortable.." He had to stop himself before he went onto say before I rip every strand of cloth from your body and have my way with you.
"As you wish." She replied and scurried upstairs. He listened as she undressed and redressed. He could only imagine what she wore under that dress. Maybe nothing. No! He mustn't think these thoughts. Though, he has promised Avery when the time came, they would truly be together. Maybe the time had come..
She came back downstairs within 15 minutes wearing loose jeans and a button up white blouse. His eyes trailed around her body and noticed her curves more and more. Her hair was braided back now, her face bare of make up. He loved her without make up. He would never understand why woman hid their beauty underneath all the stuff. She continued to cut carrots on the island in the middle of the kitchen, while he oversaw from a short distance. Her skill in the culinary arts was superb, but her hands were not as they should be. Any second she would..
And so she did.
The knife gently kissed her finger and drops of rubies fell onto the cutting board.
