Nothing like a refreshing drink to chase the cobwebs of bollocks away.
“Thank you, Elio,” Silvanus said. “You may leave.”
The elf hurried out the door.
“Better?” the vampire asked.
“Guess so.” Couldn’t he just leave me alone for a bit?
He stroked Medusa’s head with his right index finger. “Do you want to sing now?”
I finished the water and agreed. He might piss off if I did.
We received no new information,everything a replay of what’d come before.
Silvanus wasn’t happy. He strode out of the room with Medusa in tow, not returning until dawn, bearing clothes and a pair of white trainers, but no snake.
“What’s this?”
He dumped the folded pile of garments on my bed. “I don’t want to see you in such fine fabrics anymore.”
“Huh?” I picked up the trainers.
“Wear these. They suit you better.”
What twisted development was this? “I don’t get it.”
“It’s not for you to get,” he answered snootily. “I’m telling you to wear these clothes. This is your uniform, setting you apart from everyone else.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “To piss them off harder?”
His mouth twitched into a smile. “Hopefully.” He removed his shirt and trousers, revealing a pair of tight black boxers.
Whoa. Talk about serious meat tucked away in there.
I licked my lips, eyes glued to the impressive bulge.
“Is there a problem?” he inquired.
“Huh?”
“Why are you gaping at my cock?”
Because it’s there to be appreciated.“I… Oh.” I dipped my head, cheeks heating. “Sorry.”
He said nothing, just climbed onto his bed. It sank into the floor, grassy carpet closing up behind it.
Another night down.
Another day of kingly rest.
Fucking prick. He did that on purpose, knowing I’d look. Twisted bloodsucker. Yeah, it wouldn’t be all fun and games when the attack on his precious palace came.
Pretty well rested, I showered and changed, slipping on my new uniform of blue jeans and a white T-shirt. This ensemble was much more my style.
“Welcome back,” I told my reflection in the bathroom mirror, fiddling with my hair.
I never understood the power of fashion. When people banged on about clothes changing a mood or being like armor, it went over my head. But in this moment, I got it. Big time. These were me, a return to myself. An executioner who didn’t thirst over a vampire’s dick. More likely to cut it off and shove it down his throat.
