Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistress and The Servant ❯ We're Leaving ( Chapter 3 )

Ch.3: We're Leaving

 

 

 

 

The knock on the redwood door was loud and echoing in the huge room Arda used. “Come in.” Arda said as Tarin looked like he was still sleeping, Sasha still hung from the bedpost by her collar.

 

“Ah, Miss Arda, your dinner is getting cold…your parents, they are waiting for you and your servants.” Walter said. Walter was a human, who came from a poor family that Arda's family bought. He was older now, in his 40's and he had slightly graying hair and steel colored eyes that brimmed with kindness and compassion for the woman in front of him, who taught him to read, write, and how to get around the house. He was tall, 6'6” and he was very scrawny, but he was famed here for his skill with the cat-claws. Gloves with claws on the edge of the fingers that extend and are unbelievably strong and sharp, those were the famed cat-claws.

 

“Alright Walter, tell Marta and Father I will be down shortly.”

 

“Certainly Miss Arda, what about sleeping beauty and the living coat hanger?”

 

“Oh, they will be down soon also, and call me Arda, please.”

 

“Yes Arda, I will go report to your parents, they await your arrival.”

 

Once Walter closed the door Arda sighed and jumped onto Tarin, he legs on either side of his, her hands on his chest. “Up sleeping beauty, come on.”

 

Tarin did not move. “OH! Sleeping beauty needs to be awakened by a kiss…” she kissed him on the lips and he lunged into the kiss.

 

Arda gave a short yelp as Tarin flipped them over so he was on top of the two. He kissed her again and stuck his tongue out into her mouth as she followed. “Tarin…” she moaned out as his elongated fingers rubbed her hips when he held them down.

 

“Oh another thing Arda…” Walter stopped as he saw Tarin and Arda staring at him, as Tarin kneeled over Arda his lips almost touching Arda's. “Huh…what…Arda…and…Tarin…” he stammered out as he saw the couple just stare back at him with wide eyes.

 

“Yes, Tarin and Arda are together…now will someone let me down?” Sasha snapped as she struggled against the bedpost.

 

Tarin, getting angry and territorial kicked out at the bedpost and it snapped, dropping to the floor. “Thanks Tarin…” Sasha said as she rubbed her head. Tarin got up from the bed swiftly and gripped Walter at the neck and held him to the wall. “You saw…” he snarled out, his fangs gleaming in the light.

 

Walter smiled, Arda was happy and Tarin was very protective…he wasn't one to judge young love… “I saw nothing Tarin.” He said but his air supply was getting short.

 

Tarin dropped him. “Good.”

 

“Tarin, play nice.” Arda drawled on the bed, lying on her stomach. “I am sorry Walter, but please understand…Tarin and I…we…I…” she couldn't explain her situation.

 

“I get it Arda.” Walter rasped as he held his neck at the sore spot where Tarin nailed him to the wall. “I know exactly what it is like, my lips are sealed, but dinner is served and I am to ask what would you like to drink?”

 

“I would like a big glass of Champaign.”

 

“Aren't you a bit young for that?” Tarin asked with a twitch from his eyebrow, if Arda drank the whole glass they could be in for a huge rough patch.

 

“Not at all, I can handle my alcohol very well.”

 

“Sure you can…” Walter said sarcastically and walked away.

 

Sasha bounded along quietly behind Walter, leaving Arda still on her bed and Tarin standing there looking at the neat, five puncture holes in the wall. “Wow, I sure did a job on the bed, the wall, and the butler.”

 

Arda jumped and landed on his back, hooking her arms around his neck. “What about me?”

“I could do a number on you too…” I could just do you… His thoughts were very satisfying as he saw her writhing under him, flushed and moaning. The only bad part was he hasn't seen her without her clothes on since they were 13, and that was 6 years ago. Not only was the picture vague, but also she wasn't as developed as she was now.

 

“What you thinking about?” she asked, still hanging off his back as she nibbled his ear a little bit.

 

He shivered in delight as her tongue slipped past. “Come on Arda…please stop.” He said as he knelt down for her to get off.

 

“Why?” her voice wisped around his ear and clutched at his loins.

 

“Because…because…” something in his head made words come out of his mouth unexpectedly. “Because I told you to.” He said and immediately shut his mouth and cringed his teeth together.

 

Arda slid down his back, amazed, with a smile on her face. “Hm…someone has guts to order her mistress around.” A male voice from the hallway said. It was Drakuse, a blonde master boy from across the eco-bubble. He had white gold blonde hair, icy blue eyes, a sharp nose, thin lips, and a chin that just oozed strength.

 

He walked across to Tarin and looked into his eyes, seeing a feeling there that he hated anyone to have but him and Arda, he slapped Tarin across the face. “You don't talk to your mistress like that.”

 

Tarin began to snarl as his eyes gave off scarlet light, his pupils vanishing, and his claws extending to the threat of his mating rival. “Drakuse, what are you doing here?”

 

“I was invited over, by your parents.” He answered not looking away from the half-snarling Tarin.

 

“Hm…why are you in my room then, hitting my servants?”

 

“They sent me to catch you up here.”

 

“Come on Tarin, let's go.” Arda said grabbing Tarin's hand and pulling him out the door, snapping out of his defensive fit.

 

Drakuse followed out after them. The two walked into the eating room, where Arda's parents, and Drakuse's parents were sitting waiting for the two.

 

“Thanks for keeping us waiting Arda.” Marta drawled out and gave a strange look at Tarin and the hand he was holding.

 

Arda followed her gaze and let go of Tarin's hand. “I pulled him out of the room, Drakuse started a fight between the two of them.”

 

“Drakuse you know you aren't to annoy the help.” His mother said and yawned. She was brown haired with icy blue eyes and a sharp nose.

 

His father never said anything, never looked away from Arda's father. He had blonde hair and green eyes with a strong chin, and a hardly noticeable nose.

 

Arda was going to sit down as Tarin pulled out her chair, to be shoved aside so Drakuse pulled out Arda's chair. Tarin snarled, breaking everyone's train of thought and they stared as Tarin got up growling, but keeping his temper in check. “Drakuse, go sit by your parents.” Arda said and pointed for Tarin to sit between her and Sasha.

 

Drakuse sat next to his father and his two slaves, both female, but one wasn't even Sasha's age. One of the women, Triach, was in her thirties, vampire, and had a very beautiful face. Beautiful brown eyes, sultry green, hip-length hair, lush, full lips, pointed features, well grown, nice personality, caring, giving, helpful. She was the epitome of the perfect woman, next to Arda of course.

 

The little girl was a demon, six years at the oldest, and she had long, hip-length chocolate hair, facial features that still needed time, some innocent and nervous green eyes, and she hardly talked or moved. “Say hello Triach and Bellas.” Drakuse said as he seated himself.

 

“Hello, I am Triach, very nice to meet you.” Triach said extending a hand to Tarin, who took it as gently as he could. “Wow…big boy has a nice grip.” She said rubbing her hand.

 

“Sorry…I am a little…tense.”

 

“Bellas, say hello.” Drakuse said sternly the little girl hardly noticed them; even the adults weren't paying attention, discussing something of mass importance.

 

“Bellas, sweetie, please say hello to Tarin, after dinner you can play with…Sasha…was it?” Triach said to the little girl.

 

Sasha nodded and gave a nice smile to Bellas, who returned it with a meek smile of her own. “I would love to play after dinner, as long as it is okay with Arda…” Sasha gave her best puppy pout to Arda who nearly shed a tear.

 

“Of course you can play, hello Bellas, I am Arda.”

 

Bellas gave a warm smile to Arda, but didn't say anything. “Bellas…” Drakuse started, but Arda stopped him.

 

“Relax Drake, she is just a little girl, leave her alone.”

 

Drakuse shut up and soon Walter came in with new dishes of food for everyone. “Thank you Walter.” Arda said to him and smiled as he placed her food in front of her.

 

“Yeah…thanks.” Tarin said as his meat was placed in front of him.

 

The meals were passed out and soon everyone was having light conversation with their meals being on the table. “Arda, Drakuse, we would like to speak with you alone, now.” Marta said and shooed the others out of the room. Tarin stood, leaning against the doorway to the dinning room and he was just barely hearing them, even though it sounded like mumbling.

 

“Hi there.” Triach said as she leaned against the opposite wall, arms folded across her ample chest.

 

“Quiet, I am trying to listen to them.”

 

“Why not hang out with me?”

 

“No, I am trying to listen to their conversation.” His ear twitched as it locked on Arda's father's voice.

 

“Why would you rather listen to a conversation when you could be having fun with me?” Triach was now against Tarin's chest and stroking circles with her fingers through the thin shirt.

 

“No thanks.” Tarin said.

 

“Are you gay?” she asked wondering if it was her, first master Drakuse, and now this half-demon…

 

“No, I just have someone else.”

 

“Oh, responsible type, I know that.” She leaned next to him on the wall, stopping her onslaught and sighing. “I was not always like this, Drakuse used my body since he was thirteen for his own sexual pleasure. Now that I am in my thirties, he wants me to train him the little girl until she is 13, Bellas is 8.”

 

“I thought she was 6, but Drakuse needs to get taught a lesson.”

 

“She will look ten when she turns thirteen, but Drakuse still wants to user her, but I am not really worried, he is really small…” she said and sighed.

 

“So what does that have to do you being like you are?”

 

“Well, I became addicted to the sex, and am seeking a good sex partner, but I refuse to take those who have a partner.”

 

“So he got you hopped up on ecstasy, and now you are addicted?”

 

“Basically yeah, I don't differentiate between men and women.”

 

“Hm…” Tarin was about to speak when Arda's voice had made a very loud and horrifying yell. Tarin unhinged the door and flew in to see Arda passed out in a chair, Drakuse grinning, and the sets of parents looking at the unconscious Arda.

 

“What happened” Tarin asked as he moved to Arda.

 

“We set up their marriage.” Marta said matter-of-factly, with a smug look on her face.

 

Tarin's jaw tightened. He picked up Arda into his arms and walked out of the room. Triach, Sasha, and Bellas watched him move sullenly, Triach saw a tear drop from his face and onto the floor. His steps going up the stairs were light and feathered as his hair swept behind him.

 

“He loves her.” Bellas said and looked down. “Is that what true love looks like?”

 

“Yes, always breaking, never working out, that is true love.” Triach answered and a tear ran down her delicate face.

 

Bellas pulled on the slavery skirt of Triach and asked; “Mama, what's wrong?”

 

“Nothing, just thinking of an old friend.” She answered with a sniff and wiping her eyes.

 

Tarin turned into Arda's room and lied down on her bed after closing and locking the door. He held her to his chest and cried into her hair, his eyes pressed to the top of her hair, he cried. Water streamed down his face and his breaths came as sobs and hiccups. Just when he thought he was happy, she had been taken away from him.

 

“Tarin?” Arda's voice rang out and Tarin looked up, his face wet, and his breathing still irregular. “What…did you bring me up here?”

 

He nodded.

 

“You know I am not marrying him, but they are making me live with him, I move out next week.” Arda tried to reassure Tarin, but he still cried.

 

Arda squirmed in his hold until she looked him in the eyes. Her lips met his and she had him stop crying and get his breathing back to normal. Her tongue darted out into his mouth and searched, as his meekly passed into her mouth.

 

Tarin was now pinning her against the bed. His lips devoured hers and she smiled into the kiss.

 

His lips came off hers and he placed his face near her ear, and whispered; “What do you want mistress, what do you want more than anything else in the world?” he asked her and nibbled on her ear-lobe with delicate care.

 

“I…I…I want…”

 

“Yes mistress, what do you want my master, just tell me and I will give it to you, whatever you want…” his head traveled her neck over, sucking, nipping, and nibbling every inch of exposed skin.

 

“I want you, so much…I want here and now.” She breathed out and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Please, take me…”

 

He nodded so she saw him and started to lift the hem of her shirt when a loud knock came to the door. “Arda, darling, it is me, Drakuse.” He stated and then went rambling on.

 

Tarin's head snapped to the door. “Arda, grab some clothes for you and Sasha, and other things, we are leaving.” He snarled out and waltzed to the door, placing his hand on the handle and the whole redwood door burst outwards. Drakuse held his head down as pieces of wood flew out to nail into the wall.

 

Tarin stood there looking as menacing as ever as Drakuse head lifted and saw Tarin move his arms around strangely and the wood formed a lance. “How…” he noticed the spark in the scarlet eyes.

 

“Draw your weapon Drakuse, I don't want to kill an unarmed opponent.” His lance steadied and his eyes turned to cobalt blue. “Draw your weapon.”

 

“You changed color…” Drakuse sat down still, his legs quivering and his hands shaking to reach his weapon.

 

“Tarin, lets go!” Arda said as she raced down the hall.

 

“Triach, Bellas, Sasha come one! We are leaving!” Tarin called out as they saw the two run towards them.

 

Tarin scooped up Sasha and Bellas as Triach followed as fast as she could. “What happened?” She asked as she noticed the change in color for Tarin. His eyes turned back to normal. “I don't know.”

 

“Tarin is running away and I am going with him.” Arda explained. Opening the front door.

 

“Arda, get in here now!” Marta yelled and Arda turned.

 

“Arda, what are you doing lets go!” Tarin yelled out and dropped the kids. “Triach, meet us at the south wall, we are leaving the whole bubble.”

 

Triach had just met Tarin this night, but he she could tell he was a born leader with suppressed instincts. “Wow Tarin…”

 

“GO!” he yelled as he turned to see Marta raise her hand to smack Arda. Tarin grabbed Marta's wrist and bent her arm down. His eyes changed back to cobalt blue and his fangs grew and sharpened. “You will not touch MY Arda.”

 

“I beg your ah! Pardon?” Marta asked as her arm was bent downward.

 

“She is my Arda, touch her and I will kill you.”

 

“She's my wife!” a male voice came from behind him as Tarin ducked out of the way, with Marta, as a sword sweep in the spot where he just was.

 

“Arda, go now, I will catch up!” Arda nodded and ran out the door, a tear her eye, what Marta said really hurt.

 

“Relax Marta, I will take care of this rogue.” Drakuse said.

 

Tarin growled in his throat was placed in fighting stance. “Bring it on, pretty boy.”