• Karma

    “Seriously that is so DAMN wrong Chase!” I yelled at my brother, disgusted by what he thinks. “we are the masters. They! They are the slaves!!” he rolled his eyes at me. I sighed frustratingly, I know if I told him enough times he’ll learn… but he hasn’t even brought that TRUE fact to thought… imbecile.
    “Just relax Alex, that’s your opinion. Heh. Maybe once you get your own slave you’ll actually get why I feel the way I do about her. Just because she’s a slave, doesn’t mean they should be treated below us. The only reason why they are below us is because of what they are.” he explained in his quiet tone. I scoffed at his “logic”.
    “they’re just stupid mutts. Nothing more than mutty slaves.” and if he doesn’t shuttup after I said this I’ll ram him straight into the wall. He closed his eyes and stood from the seat.
    “just keep In mind, you will change your rebellious ways.” he left before I could say another word, take another breath. I doubt anything could change my mind. A slave is a slave. A werewolf is a werewolf, that’s what I’ve always been told since I was born. I soon stood as well and left the dinning hall before the maid came by. All slaves knew, unless its their own master, not to be in the way of other masters. The maid belonged to Ryan, my eldest brother. I had no slave yet, unlike my brothers and sisters. The head chef and Chase had the strongest bond, that disturbed me greatly.
    I looked around, the head maid was standing at the door that connected the dining hall and the kitchen. Her ears tucked tightly to her hair, and her tail was also close to her body. She was scared, that much was obvious. She bowed down when our eyes met.
    “sorry Alexander….” she stood normal again, her eyes not leaving the ground. “I thought you weren’t in here….and that Ryan-sama was in here. I am only here to do my daily chores, sorry.” she stood still, like a statue. Being the oldest female slave, she knows what she is doing. She knows what’s right and wrong, and she has knowledge to ALL the rules. I rolled my eyes at Ryan’s name and left. She stood until she couldn’t see me. Then she continued her work.
    “ Alex!!!” a small voice said behind me. I felt a small weight attack me and now clinging to my back. “hey Alex… Victoria has a new slave for you!” aliyson, the youngest vampire in the house, told me happily. “she told me to come and find you.” I looked at her angelic face, her light blond hair was curled with a pink rose tucked into one of the braids. The gardener, her slave, had given it to her.
    “Okay so where is Victoria?” I asked nicely. She grinned again then jumped off my back. Her hands clasped together and she swayed her hips from side to side, causing her dress to poof out. “Well… Victoria said that she’d be in the branding chamber, with the new slave. OOOH!!!” she pointed to the rose, “look! Michell gave it to me! Isn’t pretty?! He said it matched my eyes. Michell is the best gardener EVER!” she smiled then took my hand and started running down the hallway. We got to the door and she unlocked it. We sped down the spiraling staircase, past the wash-room, and then the male slave’s hallway. At the end of the corridor, was a giant door to the chamber. We held out hands, pressed it against the door, and there was a ‘click’. the door creaked open and we were welcomed by the flicker of the old candles that hung on the walls.