39. Just a Sex Slave.

The moment Winifred looked up to see who her company was and it turned out to the none other than the same vampire prince that had been cruel just minutes ago, she jumped up on her feet immediately.

"Hy, gorgeous." The man greeted, with a sickly sweet smile on his face. Winifred was about to simply avoid him and go her way instead but he succeeded in trepping her in between himself and Wall, using his hands as obstacles on both sides of her.

He had angular features and red eyes that pierced into her soul as she stared at him. She didn't like his close proximity to him and it was very evident on her face.

"Excuse me, please." She said, as politely as she could, even though she really wished she could just slap the shit out of him.

"Once again, I have that strong urge to sink my fangs into your neck and just make you mine once and for all. On doing that, I can also hear your thoughts and probably invade them." Xavier said to Winifred, despite seeing her discomfort.

"I don't know what you're talking about and you're clearly invading on my privacy right now, do you not know who I belong to already or do you just jump on anything in skirts?" Winifred let out, adventure though she tried so hard not to.

Xavier smiled, a dangerous one that Winifred found scary yet attractive, "I see that you don't remember me at all. That's funny since I remember you very well even though we had met eachother at night. Thanks to your master, you got saved." He said and just like that, Winifred was quick to grasp where she had first met him and why he felt so familiar since she saw him. He was the same vampire who had tried to rape and then drink her blood.

Seeing her look change from confused to a knowing one, Xavier smirked, "I see that you're smart and quick to grasp things." He said.

"Look, uh... I don't even know what to call you, that might have happened but how's that my business,  how's that why you're almost in my mouth right now? I don't even care." Winifred snapped,  having had enough of been trapped by the monster in front of her.

"First, you insult me by saying I jump after everything in skirts and then you also dare to not know what to call me. Do you not know that you should call me whatever route call your so called master? We are literally almost on the same level even though I'm higher than he is."

"Sir, with all due respect, I honestly and absolutely do not care about all of this gibberish. Please!" Winifred said again, snapping this time and trying to wiggle herself away from under this man who she didn't didn't have a business with.

"You're not a well trained slave, if you were my sex slave, you would even dare to speak to me this way. Its no surprise though, Arthur is a known weakling."

Arthur remained seated where he was in the hall, various prostitute slaves had tried to get his attention and touch him but he had asked them all to get their hands off of him. He didn't like being there, he didn't like being in the midst of all the high class people as they had called themselves.  He most especially didn't even like the fact that he was mingling with vampires and humans and acting like they liked one another even when it was very sure that they didn't. Each one of them knew what pretence was and it was what was on the faces of literally everyone of them.

But it had to be done. This meeting had to hold every month as planned, it was true that the three kinds didn't live in harmony like before, it is also true that to the middle class and peasants of each kind, they were at war with one another and would kill any other kind spotted on sight. That was what was shown to them, but when it came to the highest classes of each kind, they met frequently, pretending to be cool with one another when it was sure that each kind was only trying to enquire or find out if the other kind was planning something against them. Arthur for instance had been sent by his dad this day just to stylishly find out about the vampires. The humans were not their concern in any way, partly due to the fact that their alpha king, Alexander visited in camouflage amongst the humans, no one knew what he was, they all thought he is a human like them.

Arthur had made sure that the vampires were still cool with them and had no reason to suddenly decide to attack or anything like that. He was starting to wonder why Winifred was taking too long and so he decided to go after her, hoping that she didn't decide to run away. Again.

On reaching where he had expected Winifred to be, he saw both her and Xavier in a comprising position and bells went haywire in his head as he rushed towards the vampire prince and slammed him on the floor without giving room for any explanations.

He rushed towards Winifred's side, checking for any evidence of violence on her body, "are you alright? Did he hurt you or anything? Did he sink his stupid fangs in you? Are you well?" He rushed out, turning her around and checking parts of her body as much as he could.

Winifred was surprised and at the same time jittery at how he reacted to her in danger. She felt her heart swell at the care he had just shown her and she tried to hard to suppress that urge to pull him into a hug and tell him that she was fine.

"I am fine. I am okay, thank you." She simply said instead.

Xavier on seeing the interaction between them bursted into laughter, while still on the ground that he was, succeeding in gaining back the attention of both Arthur, Winifred and two of the men who had come to check on the reason for the commotion.

They all looked at this direction in confusion, wondering if the vampire prince was suddenly running mad. "I know that you're mad, but has the madness gone that deep?" Arthur questioned him in an annoyed tone. But the vampire prince simply bursted into another fit of laughter, "What's this between the both of you? Are you sure that it's that of a master and a stupid sex slave?... Are... are you treating your sex slave like some darn noble woman or something? Are you treating her like she's your wife?" He let out, on between snickers.

"How I choose to treat my slave is non of your business, Xavier. The same way I don't say anything at all when you do the worst of things to your slaves. I don't even know what your problem is, you have almost seven slaves if not more than and yet you still have your eyes on what is mine? Let this be the last time that you will even dare to look at her not to even talk about touching her. I am possessive about what belongs to me and I hate to share so learn to keep your dirty hands off what is mine. Be rest assure dthat I would not repeat this ever again, Xavier. Next time, one of us would have to die, I'm sure you know what that means." Arthur said, maintaining a stern yet calm voice.

Xavier was surprised at the sudden outburst by Arthur such that he couldn't help but chuckle again, "You need to get your head out of that box it's in, Arthur. She just a sex slave, she does not even matter on the society, you're going to have to discard her away as soon as you're done with her and then another man will definitely have to lord over her and take that same body, she's not even worth a royal consort. Stop getting so agitated over nothing. Snap out of it, her next master might be me and trust me when I say she will enjoy having me in between her legs." He said, triggering Arthur even further.

"Say what you would.  I'm not going to give you that satisfaction that you need, just stay the heck away from what is mine. I think we are done with the meeting, have a nice evening, my regards to your father." On saying this, Arthur started to walk away from the scene, while holding Winifred's wrist and dragging her along with him, and then in a dramatic way, he turned back and pointed at his two fingers at his own eyes and then at Xavier's, as if saying that he had his eyes on him.

"For the very last time, keep your dirty hands away from my stuff!"