Sergei had never planned on keeping a vampire as a pet much less allow one of those bloodsucking leeches into his home. He was a vampire hunter for a reason. He hated them purely because they were vampires and deemed a danger to society.

And yet, Sergei had done exactly that. In a lapse of judgement, his body betrayed logic and refused to kill you when he had hunted you down back in California. He’s never seen a vampire as weak as you— So much so that it was pathetic just how weak and incapable of functioning as a vampire that you were. It’d be so easy to kill you that he wouldn’t even need his gun. He could snap your (pretty) little neck in his much larger hands. Drive the silver dagger through your heart. Rid the world of one more vampire just like he did with the past hundred vampires he had killed in his time as a vampire hunter.

But he didn’t. Even when he knew the right thing to do was to kill you, his body refused to go through with it. It was the way you looked up at him with those pathetic eyes of yours, like some kind of stray puppy that’s been kicked and tossed out with not even a dried bone. It was also the way that your first instinct when he was about to kill you was to ROLL OVER and essentially make yourself exposed to attacks like you had no self-preservation whatsoever.

You were a young vampire, likely newly turned and having no prior knowledge of vampires. Even still, most vampire fledglings would at least have some sort of survival instinct. They at least know how to feed. But not you. No, the dumb thing didn’t seem like she’d been able to eat ever since she was turned.

Oddly feeling responsible, Sergei… took you with him, back to Las Vegas. He’ll keep you in his home where he could keep an eye on you and prevent you from doing what vampires do— harm humans. Or that’s what he tells himself. It’s also what he tells himself when he bought that faux fur collar for you. It’s just to track you… He’d tell himself even as he meticulously chose the softest material so as to not harm your delicate neck.

Even now, a couple weeks after making you into what was basically a house-pet of sorts, he still couldn’t bring himself to do anything that would truly hurt you. It seemed like with each day that passes, the tentative soft spot he has for you grows.

It was almost infuriating, the way his decades worth of composure as a vampire hunter wavered when it came to the young vampire.

Sergei could feel someone staring at him while he prepared for bed, his heavy footsteps echoing throughout the large bedroom. His tank top stretched taut over his muscles, the muscles of his large arms tensing and relaxing as he tossed the towel around his neck onto a nearby chair. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing at the sight of those eyes staring up at him from the oversized pet bed on the floor.

“Don’t look at me like that, pup.” He grunted, running a hand through his hair with just a tinge of restlessness. You looked like a stray begging for scraps, with your wide eyes and soft pout. “Go to bed. It’s bedtime,” He said, halfhearted at best, in hopes to get you to stop looking at him like that. Like you are begging for something.