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The Mistress And The Servant

Ch.1: The World As We Once Knew

 

 

The world as we knew it was not as we knew it, vampires and demons walked among us in hiding. Some people were wondering why creatures of such mystery and `new' beings would not show themselves; remember the dodo? Why, if they were so powerful in legends, didn't they confront us?

 

We had numbers; if you put the vampire/demon population together, we outnumber them twenty to every one being, and we have better use with weapons.

 

Let's shed some light on some myths of both clans, vampires first. The sun does not affect them at all, for any reason. Their body temperature is at sixty degrees, except in lustful acts, when the temperature rises to ninety degrees. The lust for blood and the lust of another being's lust is part of their only instincts. Their race is basically neutral in the normal fights for the humans and demon's to have. Vampires are immortal, unless killed of unnatural causes, and to keep population under control, they kill one hundred vampires every three years.

 

Demon's are brutish and very primordial, compared to the future humans, but were the most feared and powerful race on the planet. They breed once every thirty years to control their long living population. Their powerful aura's are tabbed when born and weighed for level of an `E', `D', `C', `B', `A', or `S' rank. When demons `marry' they bite their spouse on the neck to show others that the person has been owned.

 

Now what happened to the earth in the year 2000, we upgraded our nuclear weaponry to massive strength to battle, but never used them. In 2500, we blew up the surface of the earth and obliterated the o-zone layer. The three races, or what was left of them, lived in `bubbles', ecosystems that are artificially made to be habitable. Humans need these to survive, but Demons and Vampires can live out in the now radiated desert, but it is easier to live in their own set of bubbles with their own kind.

 

In the year 3000, demons and Vampires took over the earth from the now weakened humans in the great `Dark Revolution'. The humans were brought down to lowly slaves, but being quick to breed, compared to the demons and Vampires, we soon had enough people to make the three races have an equally strong army and military. That was the year 3500.

 

The ocean rose and swallowed the north pole whole, most of the America's, some of Europe and Asia, all of Japan and the edges of Antarctica. The America's were completely decimated, being the cause for the Nuclear Holocaust, and unreachable for Europe and Antarctica to reach, because even Demons and Vampires have their limits.

 

We start in the year 4000 with three sets of nine bubbles for the races to live in. Poor families and half-breeds, beings that are half of two different races, were sold as slaves, while beings of the other races were killed on sight in the deserts or in the race's bubbles unless the other races were merchants.

 

Our story begins in the manor of the richest noble of the human race, with the half-demon/human servant of his beautiful daughter and his beautiful daughter.

 

Tarin looked at his scarlet eyes in the mirror and sighed as he realized they made him look completely evil. He brushed his hand through his jet-black hair that ran down to a low pony-tail that reached down to the middle of his back and walked out of his `dorm in the house to wake his mistress.

 

“Freak, even demons don't have eyes like that.” Tarin was the personal servant of a human girl named Arda, and other servants, and most full-grown men, hated him for it. She had rich raven black hair, powerful blue eyes, full curves, a great mind, financial security, and a helpful disposition under her five foot six, hundred and ten pound frame.

 

Tarin was six feet, even, and weighed in at a hundred and seventy pounds, he towered over her, but she always seemed to be at eye level with him. She took care of him almost as much as he pampered her.

 

Tarin's head dropped as he walked through the huge house, other servants and slaves were looking at him with faces of hatred. “He isn't good enough to serve Arda Transit.” One man whispered as Tarin walked by him, but his demon ears caught it all, deepening his already soul deep inferiority complex.

 

He found himself in front of Arda's door and knocking routinely on the door. “Miss Transit, are you up, or decent?” he called in but got no answer.

 

He slowly opened the door and walked in to see the bed was fully made, with no sign of the two girls, beside their scent all over the room. Sasha, the seven year old personal female servant for Arda, and she was like her little sister, always being sheltered from the more `advanced ideals' of the world and being lectured by Arda in reading and writing. He walked to the bed and inhaled deeply for two reasons, 1) to get a newer scent of the two, and 2) because he couldn't resist her scent and hardly resist her at all.

 

As soon as his eyes opened, he was tackled from behind and landed on his stomach on the bed. He saw long perfectly shaped legs beside his head and he knew Arda was on his back. “…” He just lied there as Arda played with the beige slavery shirt on his back.

 

“Awww. Its no fun if you don't at least struggle.”

 

Tarin gave a sigh, as he was about to give her what she wanted, but she got off him. He didn't get off the bed as soon as Arda got off him, he just lied face down into the soft bed.

 

“What's wrong?” Arda asked Tarin as she sat down next to him. Her hand rested on his head in a comforting manner.

 

“Nothing…”

 

“Tarin I order you to tell me what is wrong!” Arda used her powers of control to help her slaves.

 

“Just being called names again.” He just lay there, not moving an inch as he talked through the mattress.

 

Arda started to stroke his hair, earning a purr-like growl from the back of Tarin's throat. “Just ignore them, they are just jealous of your good-looks, and demon heritage.” She told him.

 

“They are jealous, but because I get to serve you.” Tarin told her as his purrs got loud enough to hear from outside.

 

“Arda! You know I am allergic to cats!” came the voice of Arda's stepmother from the door.

 

“I know Marta. You hate animals and are deathly allergic to cat dander.” Arda said back and stroked Tarin even more.

 

“Are you decent, because you will get rid of that cat.” She came inside to see Arda still petting Tarin like an animal and him purring into the bed. “What is going on?” she looked confused.

 

Arda's slender fingers played with the pointed ears on the sides of Tarin's head as she laid her back against the headboard of the bed. “Tarin being made fun of again, you know he has an inferiority complex.”

 

“So, he is but a slave, and a low class one at that.” Marta quirked and the purring stopped and Tarin buried his face into the bed even more.

 

“Marta! Leave now! You are hurting Tarin's feelings!” Arda yelled at her stepmother.

 

“He shouldn't have feelings, he shouldn't have a brain! All he has to know is how to eat, sleep, and serve their master!”

 

“Marta GO!” Arda yelled even louder so Tarin cringed from his demon hearing.

 

Marta left the two as Arda turned back to Tarin. “Tarin, she was wrong, you are not just some slave…”

 

“She is right, I am just some slave that shouldn't feel or think.”

 

“Tarin! Don't say that! You are a living creature that deserves more rights that most people.”

 

She picked his head and gently placed his head on her now kneeling lap. He managed to stick his tongue out to taste her skin. Arda gave a shiver of delight, but Tarin didn't notice.

 

He tensed as if to get ready for punishment, what he did was wrong and illegal, but he couldn't help it. Her nightshirt covered down to her knees, but it was now just barely lower than her thighs so Tarin could feel the smooth skin of her legs.

 

“Where is Sasha?” Tarin asked.

 

“Right here, with breakfast!” Sasha was a bouncy girl with brunet hair and sea-green eyes with claws, fangs, and cat ears and tail.

 

“Am I interrupting something?” Sasha asked with her tail flickering curiously behind her.

 

Arda lifted Tarin's head off her lap and looked into his full scarlet eyes. “Sit up.” She said to him and he sat up with his back facing her.

 

Arda placed her hands on the sides of his head and pulled it down to rest in her lap again. She took some eggs from the huge tray and tried to feed Tarin. “What are you doing?” Tarin asked as he sat up and scurried away from her.

 

“I am trying to help you.” She sighed and started to eat the scrambled egg she had. “Sasha, you want you can eat too, same goes for you Tarin.”

 

Tarin stayed on the edge of the bed, away from his strange mistress.

 

“I will never understand you, Mistress.” Tarin breathed out.

 

“Call me by my name! Oh, and please eat, I have lessons today, and I will need a sparring partner.”

 

“Oh I can't believe you are making me take these lessons with you for the `naragta'!”

 

A naragta is a spear with light metal and hard wood that is feminine in appearance and deadly in combat.