Crimson Ivory Ch 3

Glowing emerald eyes slowly appear under long, fluttering lashes, flaxen hair shimmering in the sunlight seeping through the partially open blinds.  Once the boy’s eyes adjust to the poorly lit room, his eyes stop on his sister; his ears suddenly becoming sensitive to her loud whispering.

“How could you do this?!  Taking advantage of him like that… What were you thinking?!  I don’t care that you’re a vampire.  You touched my brother you sick freak!”  Her irate voice fills the room, ringing loudly in Tarek’s ears.  He suddenly remembered all the times when he was younger, and his twin would stand up for him; yelling and threatening even the burly and most prevalent of men.

Rogue, leaning against the jet violet wall, chuckles as a smirk forms on his face, “My, my, my; very brave aren’t we?”

“You be quiet!  I don’t want to hear a word from your horrible mouth!” Trea cuts him off, glaring at him as she stomps over to the bed where her twin lies.  Seeing Tarek’s eyes opened and aware, she smiles, “Oh, you’re awake!  I’m so happy.  Are you feeling all right?”

Tarek nods slowly, licking his lips; accidentally pricking his lip with his fang.  He winces at the sharp pain, tasting his sweet blood only briefly before the wound quickly heals.  He wrinkles his brows in confusion.

“You’re a vampire now,” Tarek’s eyes shoot up at the black haired vampire suddenly standing next to the bed, “small injuries like that won’t affect you.”

Tarek smiles up at Rogue; his eyes glistening with delight at seeing the object of his new lust.  His mind drifts to images of the night before.  Just as Rogue begins to raise his lips into an open smile, Trea fists her hands to her hips, “No, no, no!  I know what you’re thinking vampire!”  The angry twin moves around the bed grabbing Rogue’s shirt and dragging him towards the door, “I will not have you poisoning my brother with your evil vampiric ways!”  Trea hauls the willing raven-haired man through the door, letting the door slam behind them.

Tarek lays dumfounded under the silk sheets, staring at the door.  He grins as he realizes that his sister is probably chewing the vampire out.  She always tries to spare Tarek the loud bickering.

“So you’re the new master Layre’s been telling me about…” comes a voice from the shadows, breaking the young boy from his thoughts.

A figure steps out of the darkness, fluffy auburn hair covering most of his eyes, styled a little longer to one side.  His azure eyes squint at the sudden light, “They call me Anubis.  You, my master, may call me what you wish.”

“M-Master?  Why do you call me your ‘master’?” Tarek tilts his head, his blonde hair swaying to one side, his eyes questioning this new man sanding before him.

“You are Tarek, yes?” the man asks, his eyes getting slightly worried.  Tarek nods in response, still confused.  “Good,” he smiles, “I was one of Layre’s servants.  He has ordered me to serve you from now on.”

“S-serve me?  W-why?” he asks, twitching slightly at the sound of that vampire’s name.

“He always gives away his servants to vampires that he is infatuated by,” the man reaches down to pet the boy’s hair, “and I’m honored to serve such a beautiful creature as you.”

Tarek blushes before protesting, shrugging the man’s hand off his head, “Hey, I’m not a creature!  I’m a human like you!”

“Oh contraire, I am not quite a human.”

“N-not a human?  What are you?” Tarek asks, confused.

The man grins widely, his fangs sliding over his bottom lip.  He leans down to whisper into the boy’s ear, “Just wait for a full moon, does that give you a hint?”  Anubis shakes his head, letting his hair covered wolf ears perk up from the top of his head.

The young blonde scoots back slowly against the headboard of the bed in slight fear, “W-were-wolf?”

“Why yes, but why are you so scared?” the wolf kneels down next to the bed, reaching for the boy’s hand, stroking his thumb over Tarek’s palm, “I would never harm my master.”

The emerald eyed boy’s fears slowly subside as he loosens up, still confused by the situation.  “So…you’re my servant now?”

“I am.  I’ll do anything you ask of me,” the wolf beams down at the boy.

“A-anything?  Like what?”

“Well, I’ll get food for you, clean for you, kill for you, send messages for you,” Anubis smirks, “perform sexual acts for you.”

A scarlet blush crosses Tarek’s face as he lowers his head, “Oh…  You don’t have to be my servant…”

“Of course I do.  It is rude for a wolf to leave his master and is considered disrespectful,” the man says quickly, brushing his fingers through his fluffy hair.

“Okay…  Anubis?” Tarek keeps his gaze on the bed sheets as he questions the wolf.

“Yes master?”

“Do you know anything about the vampire Rogue?” the boy asks with a certain frivolous and eager tone hidden in his voice.

Anubis’ face falls, finding it somewhat disappointing that the young vampire would want to know more about the headmaster than about the wolf himself.  “Well I know plenty… but that’ll have to wait until a better time.  It seems that Rogue has signaled for you to join him at dinner.”

“How do you know that?” Tarek inquires curiously.

The wolf points to his long furry ears, smiling, “I was born with good hearing.  I could hear him down the hall.  Shall we go to dinner?”  Anubis stands and reaches to help his master stand, escorting him to the crowded dinning room.