Vampire Slave 8

(Pierre's POV)

     Poor girl, she was losing herself. How could Armand do this to the poor girl?  She looks so sweet and innocent….I wouldn't mind having her as my mate.

     I was waiting for Alys to tell me what Armand had told her about her place here. When she finally spoke up I could barely hear her, even with my vampire hearing.  

     Yes, I am a vampire.  I was Armand's slave when he was still a human; I was also Armand's best friend.  Armand changed me into a vampire not long after his love left him.  He said he needed me for the countless, lonely centuries ahead of him, but unfortunately he was determined to make the centuries lonely for me as well.  

     He turned me and I was forced to leave my love behind and watch from a distance as she was heartbroken by my departure, was forced to marry someone else and grew old and died.  But, here was this lovely girl sitting across from me on her big bed that might just be able to be my mate.  I can only hope that Armand has gotten over his broken heart somehow and I can take this lovely girl to be mine.

(Aly's POV)

    Pierre was so nice.  I was thinking about him while I was relaxing im the tub.  He made me eat almost all the food on the plate, I at least had to try everything and I had to finish the things I liked.  Pierre had also given me PANTS!  I was so happy to not have to go around in heavy dress-up dresses and skimpy nightgowns.  I finally had pants and t-shirts.  My reaction seemed to shock Pierre…

*FLASHBACK*

     I was sitting on the huge, fluffy bed, trying to get the will to get up when Pierre walked back in.

     "I have some of my clothes for you to wear, but I am afraid that we will have to find your dresses.  They have been backed away with all of the wizards other things. I know you don't want to wear pants, but it is-"

     I flew off the bed and tackled Pierre in a hug.  Then I ripped the pants from him and started dancing around the room in joy.  "PANTS?!?!?  I get to wear pants?"

     Pierre just watched me with shock on his face.  After awhile he finally found his voice again.  "Wait you WANT to wear pants?"

     I turned to look at Pierre with the pants held tightly in my arms and a big smile on my face, to answer him, "Sure, it's easier to do stuff in pants than a dress.  And that's all I got to wear with the wizard."

     Pierre still looked like he didn't know what to think of that, but he seemed to like my happiness, "Well, I suppose you can wear them when you don't have an audience with Master Armand-"

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

     Suddenly there was a knock on the door.  "Hold on, please.  I'm not decent…"