I think I'm in love with my master... (female vamp sold to male. Pafp)

I nodded. "O-okay. I-I trust you" I whispered, slowly and softly placing my hand over his.

I smiled back and gently took his hand in mine before softly pulling him down till he was laying beside me. Slowly I curled up next to him, hiding my reddening face with the covers as I looked up at his handsome face, wondering what he'd say if I told him that whenever he was around I felt safe.

I opened my mouth to speak but closed it, staring at him with wide and innocent, warm and kind silvery blue eyes. My hand still in his, slowly I entwine our fingers.

I smiled at him. My mind was telling me this is wrong but my heart is telling me otherwise. I moved closer and rested my head on his chest, ignoring what thoughts were going through my head about how wrong it was for us to be this way, and instead listened to my heart and the positive things that could and might come from this. I closed my eyes and sighed in content, enjoying the feel of his arm around me and his hand in mine.

I smiled and fell asleep shortly after him, cuddling close beside him while sleeping peacefully in his arms.

I was curled into a tight ball beside him with my head on his chest still and a childishly adorable expression on my face as I slept, unaware of the time or that Lance was awake.

I snuggled up against him, wrapping an arm around his waist and buried my face in his neck. Half asleep and half awake I whispered softly, "whenever I'm near you, I feel safe and free. I feel, for the first time in years, I feel loved"

I smiled and opened my eyes and looked up at him. I blinked my now silver grey/sky blue eyes. I unwrapped my arm from his waist and rubbed my eyes before wrapping my arm around his waist again. I smiled. "Truthfully, you're the first man, since I lost my brother, that has ever shown kindness towards me" I whispered, my Irish accent softer and sweeter from sleep.

"I don't know. My parents and friends said he went missing before they left to find him. That was when I turned 19, over a hundred years ago if my memory serves me correct. I don't know why, but they never came back either, that was when I was found and set up for sale as a slave." I told him softy as I buried my face in his neck as tears threatened to spill and make me look even weaker. After a few minutes, my eyes burned with tears as I buried my face deeper in his neck, tears streaming down my cheeks.

I sniffed and dried my eyes. "Th-thank you" I whispered as I lifted my head and looked at him.