This is a continuation to our fictional series After The Auction[Madivas Vampire Series] Part 1 , After The Auction[Madivas Vampire Series] Part 2After The Auction[Madivas Vampire Series] Part 3 , After The Auction[Madivas Vampire Series] Part 4 , After The Auction[Madivas Vampire Series] Part 5After The Auction[Madivas Vampire Series] Part 6, After The Auction[Madivas Vampire Series] Part 7,  After The Auction[Madivas Vampire Series] Part 8After The Auction[Madivas Vampire Series] Part 9 and After The Auction[Madivas Vampire Series] Part 10 CLICK TO READ

“Hello David.” I replied with sarcasm and a fake smile printed on my face.

“Pet.” I heard Damon say, drawing my attention to him.

“Yes Master?”

“Go to the kitchen and make some Spaghetti Bolognese for us all.”

“Yes Master.”

“Oh and don’t add your special ingredient this time.” He glared meaning he was referring to paracetamol.

“Of course Master.”

As I was walking off I heard Damon joking around about breaking me in. I couldn’t help but scowl. How dare he talk about things like that and be joking about it? Half an hour had passed and I was just about done with the sauce when David walked in. Great. Absolutely great.

“Hello there pet.”

“David.” I replied acknowledging his presence.

“How is it possible you can look good in anything you wear?” He asked grabbing my a**.  I turned around to glare at him.

“I suggest you remove your filthy, disgusting, sausage fingers from my ass before I shove them up your a**…After you get your head out of there first that is.”

“I had forgotten how feisty you were. I love it.” He playfully growled.

“I wish I was the one who spanked you before. I would love to spank that pretty little a** of yours.”

“I suggest you go now before my Master comes back.”

“Or what?”

“Don’t test me David or I will tell him.”

“He wouldn’t dare do anything anyway.”

“And why wouldn’t he? He hates you as it is. All he needs is an excuse to kill you and I will give him that.”

“He already has enough excuses but he is too scared to do anything.”

“Liar. My Master could kill you in the blink of an eye.”

“Your Master is a puny coward.”

“Never speak of my Master in such a way.” I gasped slapping him around the face.

How dare he? That was my Master he was speaking ill of. If I had a stake, it would be through his heart right now.

“You little…”

“David!” Claire gasped. “Lower your hand now.”

“Get lost woman.” He snapped.

What an actual dick to speak to his wife in such a way. He has zero respect for women.

“You should go…” I warned him. “…And I suggest treating your own wife with more respect.”

“Don’t tell me what to do or I will slit your throat and drink every last drop that pours down your body.” He snarled grabbing my throat.

“David let us get back. Damon is probably wondering where we are.” Claire suggested.

“Not until I teach this pathetic piece of shit a lesson.”

“David! Let her go now!” Claire pleaded as his grip tightened around my throat.

He immediately let go, turning around to slap his wife round the face. He towered over her, hitting her. I got up, grabbed a fork and jumped on David’s back, stabbing him in the shoulder. He threw me off and turned to face me. He pulled out the fork and threw it at me. I turned to look away and waited for the impact but it never came. I turned back to see Damon’s outstretched arm, holding the fork that was an inch from my face. Holy shit.

“Father, I suggest you leave now.” Damon said rather calmly. Oh shit. Damon calm in a situation like this was dangerous.

“What are you going to do if I don’t? Slap me like the little bitch you are?”

“David. Just leave it.” Claire pleaded as she held her now bruised face and bloodied face.

“No. I want to see what he will do.”

“Joe!” Damon called.

Joe entered the room and his expression changed from serious to shock when saw the whole situation in front of him.

“Joe would you kindly escort my father off of the property.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

“Oh and Joe, don’t think about going easy with him.”

“I would never dream of it.”

“That’s it Damon. Be the coward you are by standing behind others.”

“Take him away.” He ordered before turning to his mother. “Mother. I want you and Tommy to stay here with me tonight.”

“It’s fine sweetie. I will be okay.”

“It wasn’t an option. I don’t want you around David whilst he’s like this.”

The nanny was right, Damon does care. Maybe I have been looking at him the wrong way. He wasn’t completely heartless. David had been thrown out and Damon was cleaning up his mother’s face. I had not moved yet. I was still in shock as to what just happened. I should be dead. That fork should have hit me, but Damon saved me. Damon actually saved me. He kept me alive. Why would he do that?

“You should check on her.” I heard Claire’s voice say in the distance.

Why did it seem in the distance when we were literally in the same room?

“Pet?” Damon said, his face inches from mine. “Pet?”

I wanted to speak but couldn’t find any words.

“She must be in shock.” Samantha announced.

When did she get here?

“Pet. Look at me.” Damon said.

I looked over to him and into his blue eyes which seemed warmer than their usual coldness. I smiled at him.

“She’s okay.” Damon announced. “Come on up pet.”

I stood up and looked around. Claire had no marks on her face any more and there was no mess around. It was as though nothing had happened.

“I will get Andy to come back to the house to do dinner.” Damon announced.

“I can still do it.” I mumbled.

“You sure?”


“Okay. Come on Mother. I will show you to your room.”

Where’s Thomas?” She asked.

“Samantha has already showed Tommy to where he will be sleeping so don’t worry.”

“You’re a good boy Damon.”

“Not now mother.” Damon said as he followed his mother out the room.

“Now that’s not a Damon I know.” Samantha stated.

“I was thinking the same thing.” I smiled.

“You had better make the sauce again as it ended up getting burnt.”

“Good idea.”

“I will go off and check on Thomas.”

“Okay. See you later.”

“Bye.” She smiled before walking off.

Half an hour passed and the sauce was nearly ready so I put the water on to boil ready for the spaghetti. Damon stormed into the kitchen and slumped down onto one of the kitchen stools that are around the kitchen island in the centre of the room.

“Is everything okay Master?” I asked.

“I’m fine. Just stressed.”

“Is this because of your father?”

“It doesn’t matter.” He sighed getting annoyed.

I decided he needed to be cheered up. If not laughing, at least smiling. I grabbed a handful of the dried spaghetti pasta, turned around to face Damon before throwing it at him.

“What the fuck?” Damon asked shocked.

“Don’t be upsetti, have some spaghetti.” I grinned.

A smile crept onto his face as he lightly chuckled. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me towards him.

“How are you doing pet?”

He actually wanted to know I was okay. Was this Damon I’m seeing now, the real him?

“Okay.” I slowly said.

“Your neck doesn’t look okay?”

“It doesn’t?”

“No. My father has left faint bruises on it.”

“Oh.” I mumbled rubbing my neck.

“It will be gone soon don’t worry.” He stated as he used his free hand to stroke my cheek.

It felt nice to feel his hand on my face as he caressed my cheek. I could get used to this side of Damon.

“Why does your father call you a coward?”

“He’s the coward, not me.”

I knew he wasn’t going to elaborate so I decided not to push him.

I heard the water boiling so I needed to put the spaghetti in the pan.

“I should carry on with dinner.”

“That would be a good idea.” Damon sighed.

He realized his arm was still around my waist before he slowly release it. He left the room so I carried on with dinner when it was done, I served it up and called everyone to dinner. I saw down on the left side to where Damon sat and waited for the others to come.

“This smells delicious.” Claire smiled.

“Thank you Claire.” I smiled back.

“Pretty and a good cook. Can I turn her mommy so I can have her for myself?” Tommy asked.

“MINE!” Damon growled at Tommy.

“Boys. No fighting.”

“Just letting my dear little brother know that I bought my pet so she’s mine. You can’t have her.”

“That’s not fair.” Tommy whined.

“If you want, I can buy you your own pet. That way she’s only yours.”


“Yep. I will even let you choose who you want.”

“Hold on.” Claire said. “Damon, you’re not buying Tommy a pet.”

“Oh but mom…”

“No buts Tommy. You’re too young and need to learn more responsibility before you get a pet of your own.”

“Don’t you mean until good old father dearest is out of the picture?” Damon glared.

“Not now Damon.” She hissed.

So whatever Damon is hiding, his mother knows. How can she stay with someone like David in the first place? That’s what I should be finding out.

“I think Tommy deserves to know the real David don’t you think?”

“Tommy, take Damon’s pet upstairs to your room. You two can play for a while whilst I speak with your brother.”

“Yes mom. Come on.” He grinned grabbing my hand and pulling me up from my seat. Now I just hope that Tommy is really nothing like David.

“So what are we going to do then?” I asked as I was in his room.

He shut the door and sat on the end of the bed, motioning for me to sit next to him. I did as he asked and sat next to him.

“Want to play some video games?” He asked.

“Yeah. Okay then.” I smiled.

“Do you like Call Of Duty?”

“I have never played it before.”

“Well let me show you.”

He showed me the basic controls and then put us into face to face combat. Half an hour later, I was starting to get the hang of it and we were screaming at each other each time we were killed. I never understood why people played Call Of Duty before but now I do. This game is fun as hell.

“Some snacks for you both.” Joanna said as she walked into the room holding a tray of cookies, sandwiches and orange juice.

“Thank you.” I replied getting up to take the tray from her before she left again.

“YES! HA HA! YOU’RE DEAD!” Tommy yelled.

“You cheated!” I whined. “That’s not fair!”

“Serves you right for being distracted.” Tommy grinned.

“Oh is that how you want to play?” I asked, grabbing one of the egg mayo sandwiches and taking the top slice of bread off.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Oh nothing.” I smirked grabbing the mayo side of the bread and throwing it at Tommy. “Woops. My hand slipped.”

“Right it is on.” He smirked grabbing the orange juice and chucking it over me causing me to squeal.

“Oh it’s on like Donkey Kong.” I laughed.

I grabbed the other drink and chucked it over Tommy. Five minutes later and we were both covered in orange juice, cookie crumbs and egg mayo. We were laying on the floor laughing as hard as we could when Joanna walked into the room.

“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?!” Joanna shouted grabbing our attention.

“Umm…We slipped and knocked over the tray.” Tommy replied trying to hold back another laugh.

“Yeah it was an accident.” I added stifling a laugh.

“Well you need to go downstairs to Damon now. You have no time to change so just go down and you can explain to Damon about your ‘accident.’” She ordered looking at me.

“Yes ma’am.” I chuckled. “See you later Tommy.”

“Bye!” He grinned waving as I left.

I went straight downstairs to see Joe waiting for me not looking happy. As soon as he saw me he burst out laughing.

“What happened to you?”

“I was attacked by the food monster.” I chuckled.

“Well Damon’s in the living room waiting for you.” Joe stated stiffening up.

“Is something wrong?”

“Just go to the living room.”

“Okay.” I slowly said.

Something was going on. Oh no. Was Damon going to kill me? Is this why Joe is acting tense when he speaks about Damon wanting to see me. Oh God. I can’t die.

“There you are pet.” Damon smiled as I walked into the living room.

“What happened to you?”

“I had an accident.”

“That’s an understatement. I would ask you to sit but I don’t want you making a mess on my couch so just stand where you are.”

“Yes Master.”

“Now I would like you to meet someone.”


A woman walked in with brown wavy hair and hazel eyes. Wow she was pretty. She wasn’t pale so I assumed she was human.

“Who is she?” I asked sounding more harsh than usual.

I don’t know why but I felt threatened by her. I didn’t like her or the way she was looking at Damon. I’m his so he’s mine.

“Pet, this is Christiana.”

“And who the f**k is Christiana?” I asked.

“Language pet.” Damon warned. “And to answer your question, she’s my new pet.”

“WHAT?!” I screamed.

This can’t be happening. A new pet. This is bad. I know what happens next. Whenever Damon gets a new pet, it means he is bored of his current pet. Then he will kill the current pet. I was going to die. He was going to kill me. This can’t be happening. Just then, I felt a sharp pain shoot across my cheek snapping me out of my thoughts. Damon had just hit me.

“Never raise your voice at me again pet or it will be the last thing you will do.”

“How can you do this?” I mumbled starting to cry.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, nor do I care. Joe will take you to your new room.”

“New room?”

“Yes. I want to keep Christiana near me so she will have your room.”

This was all happening to soon. He has replaced me already. He will forget about me. He will kill me.

Another part of me was angry. He calls his new pet by her name. He never calls me by my name. I wanted to kill her so bad; I was that angry and jealous. I was his pet, not her. No wonder Joe was angry. He knew I was going to die as well.

“You can’t do this. I’m your pet.”

“I have a new pet now.” Damon smirked.

Ouch. Hearing those words hurt and that hurt turned to anger. I couldn’t hold it in any more as I lunged for Christiana screaming.

Someone held me back and I fought against them. I got turned around to come face to face with Joe. When did he get in here?

“I suggest you take her to her new room now before I kill her right now.” Damon told Joe.

“Yes…Sir.” Joe growled.

He seemed just as angry as I was. Maybe Joe knows more than I do. I would have to ask him about it. Joe took me to a door that had a staircase leading down.

“Where does this lead?”

“The basement.”


“He said that you mentioned before that you wouldn’t mind sleeping in the basement just as long as it had a bed.” He said leading me down.

“It was a joke!” I gasped and then I saw my supposed ‘bed.’ “That’s not a bed! That’s an old mattress and blanket!”

“Damon’s orders.”

“And you’re just going along with it? I thought you actually cared for me.”


“What’s stopping you?”

“I couldn’t even get close to doing it. He would kill me before I get the chance to get a stake out.”

“Well this is bullshit. Who is she anyway? Probably some whore he picked up at the side of the road.”

“Unbelievable.” He growled. “You’re jealous?”

“I’m not jealous. I’m just fed up of being replaced. My parents sold me and I heard that they adopted this girl. Then there’s my ex who replaced me with a sluttier version of me. And then there is all this that’s happening.”

“But you’re still jealous?”

“Of course I’m bloody jealous. That whore waltzes in here acting like she owns the bloody place. Kicking me away from Damon’s side and kicking me out of my room. She has no right. I bet she’s sucking him off right now.”

“Calm down. Anger is probably what he wants. You saw the smirk on his lips when you went to kill Christiana? He wants to provoke you. He said he misses the old feisty you as that way, he got to punish you. He wants to punish you, nothing else. You can’t give him that satisfaction.”

“Ugh! Un-f**king-believable!” I groaned. “Course that’s what he wants the asshole, bitch face motherfucker!”

“Look, I will find out the truth as to why he’s doing this. In the meantime, I want you to stay away from Christiana and act all innocent with Damon. Got it?”

“Got it.” I mumbled, still not happy with everything that’s going on.



I slapped my pet around the face. How dare she raise her voice at me?

“Never raise your voice at me again pet or it will be the last thing you will do.” I warned.

“How can you do this?” She mumbled starting to cry.

Oh no. She wasn’t going to do give me the water works. I bought Christiana for a reason. I can’t go back on it now.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, nor do I care.” I replied. I saw the pain in her eyes but had to restrain from kissing all the pain away. “Joe will take you to your new room.”

“New room?”

“Yes. I want to keep Christiana near me so she will have your room.”

“You can’t do this. I’m your pet.”

“I have a new pet now.” I smirked.

It took all of me to say that. I didn’t mean it. I had to buy the new pet. I just couldn’t get her out of my head. I loved how feisty she was. I loved how strong she was and how beautiful she was. I wanted to claim her as mine but that would make me weak. My reputation is the most important thing to me and no mere human can take that away from me. No matter how beautiful, strong, brave, feisty and sexy she is.

I saw anger flash across her face and before I knew it, she was lunging at Christiana screaming. Luckily Joe was here and grabbed her before she harmed my new pet. She fought against Joe and I knew I had to get her out of here so I turned to talk to Joe.

“I suggest you take her to her new room now before I kill her right now.”

“Yes…Sir.” Joe growled.

Joe was going to hate me forever now but it’s what needs to be done. I have been wanting to kill her for a while now but couldn’t. Every time I was close, and by close I meant leaning over her sleeping body ready to choke her to death, she would mumble and smile as she turned in her sleep.

She was perfect which was dangerous to me. I can’t have a weakness or else my father will use it against me.

Pushing her away meant keeping her safe. Then I can finally kill her and go through with it this time. She would thank me if she knew why I was doing it. My father would kidnap her and do the same things he made me watch him do to the other pets he had when I was younger.


Author’s Note

*So Damon does have a heart and does care for Britney but there are two
things stopping him from pursuing what he wants; his reputation and his

*Now will Damon’s plan to push her away, make her hate him so he can
kill her work?*

*Will his feelings of missing her and affection for her become so strong
that he will not be able to control himself?*

Or will his father make the decision for him?attendance.


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