Young Master Damien's Pet

The door of the room opened to reveal a woman with sandy blonde hair, her expression coming to be blank as she stared at him.

"Good evening, Sylvia," Elliot greeted before he invited himself into the room, pus.h.i.+ng the door and not bothering to close it.

"What are you doing here?" Sylvia was busy getting the bath ready, having the water running in the tub and the clothes she had pulled out to wear before getting into bed. Elliot's eyes picked on it before turning himself to face her.

"I heard you were hurt," his eyes quickly scanned her from the top before his eyes finally settled on her arm which looked like there was a deep claw mark, "Your skills have turned rusty."

Sylvia didn't bother to answer Elliot's question. The man had the habit to poke his nose where it was not necessary. With her little time in the Delcrov's mansion, she had studied the red-haired vampire well. Well enough to know and understand that he was not who he showed.

"Let me help you bandage it," Elliot moved his hand forward, a bright smile on his face.

"That won't be necessary," she took away her hand by moving to her side so that he wouldn't be able to grab it, "I am perfectly capable intending to my wounds. I still have a good arm."

Elliot pouted at, his lips setting firmly together, commenting, "What a stubborn and hard-headed lady. Your family must be very proud of where you are and what you did."

The vampiress didn't know what Elliot was doing here. It wasn't evening but past midnight, coming to a lady's room in the middle of the night was something she was going to appreciate and it didn't matter how she felt. And it shouldn't thought the lady, staring at Elliot.

"Is that all you came here for? The time of the morning isn't too far. You should go get some sleep," Sylvia started to move him out of the room, not wanting him to drain her more because he had that effect on people. Always wearing people out as if he were a demon sucking the life of someone.

But Elliot was having none of it, "Why are you always wanting to chase me out? I came here out of genuine concern," he said that had Sylvia stop moving him.

"Really?" she asked him, staring into his eyes.

"Yes," Elliot nodded his head as if it were obvious, "Let me help you aiding your arm and I will be out of your hair," he offered her again.

He was right, the sooner the better, "Let me get the first aid box," she said, but he held his hand for her.

"Let me go get it. Where have you placed it?" he asked her, already walking back into the room to hear her mutter something under her breath which he didn't quite catch, "Did you tell something?"

"You will find it in the bathroom," Sylvia said, seeing the man saunter into the bathroom and come back with the box in less than three seconds. She took herself to sit on the chair instead of the bed.

Elliot came to her, pulling another chair and starting to work on her arm, "Was it the deranged vampires?" he asked to hear her hum for an answer which was short, "What was the pretty boy doing while you were fighting them?" he inquired about it.

"He killed one of them," she replied, which had Elliot raising his eyebrows.

"Impressive."

Sylvia agreed on it, "It was. He comes out to be aloof and not wanting to take part in anything but he was able to kill the deranged vampire very efficiently. I was surprised by it-ouch!"

"I am sorry, did that hurt?" Elliot asked in a concerned look, stopping the movement of his hand on her arm.

His eyes looked at hers with some sort of vacancy, making his words come off to be like he hadn't meant it. Sylvia didn't know why but there were times when she didn't understand how this man's head worked. He was an extroverted man yet at the same time it felt he didn't give away enough thoughts of his to the people around him. Most of the time he came out to be goofy and laid back which he was but there was the other side of the coin like now.

"If you're going to press it like that it will hurt," Sylvia retorted back to his question.

"I am sorry, milady," he gave her a sweet smile which she didn't buy from him, "I will handle it gently," and he went back to cleaning her wound, pressing the cotton on her skin and then pulling out the blood which could have possibly been infected by the claws of the deranged vampires.

A small frown marred her face, the subtle pain still there which she felt every time he moved near it, "Did you find anything in the towns you ventured tonight?" she asked him, s.h.i.+fting the subject to get her mind off the pain.

"Nothing at all. Just the usual tiff between families, neighbors and whatnot over money or little brawls," he answered her, "How about yourself? Seeing you didn't go to Lord Alexander, I am guessing you found nothing either."

"Yes, they are usual happenings," she replied to him before looking at him putting the liquid from a small bottle on her wound. Once he was done helping her dress it, Elliot didn't get up from the chair and instead stayed there seated.

"Are you not going to sleep?" Sylvia asked him, the best subtle way to get him to leave the room so that she could wash and get to bed. Though they were vampires and wouldn't need as much sleep as humans, she was still a lower vampire who was tired and needed rest right now.

"Do you think I can sleep here tonight?"

Sylvia's eyes narrowed, wondering what he was up to right now, "No."

"Why not?" he tilted his head in question. She stood up and said,

"You have a perfectly comfortable bed waiting in your room, Elliot."

"But…" Elliot trailed making Sylvia raise her eyebrows at him, "I think there is a ghost in the room. It would be much better for me to share the s.p.a.ce with you."

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