Never Let Them Hurt You

(Gerard)

After the sex we laid there for a while, her head resting on my bare chest and I was running my fingers through her blonde hair. I could tell she was wiped out, so I let her rest. She eventually fell asleep on my chest, so I reached for the remote to the big TV mounted in the corner. I switched it on and flicked through a few channels. I didn't watch much TV. I was more into reading and drawing. I guess it's my age. I'm more accustomed to older-type things like reading and whatnot. But, I didn't want to wake my Annabelle by getting a book so I settled for the TV.
Unfortunately after I settled on a news station, a commercial came on, advertising slave holds and explaining how they were 'the best sellers around, with the fittest slaves you wouldn't even recognize they were human!'. Whenever I watched TV before, these commercials never even fazed me. A few times I had actually considered giving in and checking the damn places out. But now... It made me wonder. With complete disgust, of course. But I wondered what life was like in those places. What people like Annabelle had to endure. How were they really treated? Probably horribly. That's the way I had treated them before Annabelle. But just looking at her made my heart sink. How could I have been so horrible to humans? Sure, they don't live as long as I or they don't have the unnatural strength or senses as I, but that doesn't lessen them. Annabelle, and every other human out there has thoughts, just as I do, and they have feelings and desires, like I. Physically, we might not be the same but that's only skin/muscle deep.
I sighed and caressed my Annabelle's face while she slept. Then I had a thought. I kept referring to her as 'mine'. She's not really mine. She's her own person. I mentally cursed myself and made a mental note to remember not to refer to her as 'mine'.
I couldn't pay attention to the TV screen. It was kind of boring. I couldn't tell what time it was, either. The clock was around the corner of the room and I had the drapes shut alon the windows, for obvious reasons. My internal clock told me it was about 5, though. Maybe I should make dinner for my-- I mean, Annabelle. I carefully moved her head off my chest and tucked her in my... Our, bed. I pulled on boxers and a T-shirt, not caring how I looked at the moment. I went downstairs and began preparing a meal for one. Hopefully my blood bags came in soon, or else I would have to eat some of this stuff and get sick.
After a while of cooking Annabelle meandered downstairs, also sporting some of my boxers and an old T-shirt of mine. "Nice look", I teased as she took a seat at the island. She smiled and looked around. "Hungry? I hope you are. I've been slaving over this oven for the longest time!" I joked. She winced though, and I realized I had said the word slave. I mentally cursed myself again. Come on, Gerard. Be classy. She smiled, however and nodded.
I put some (that SOME was chicken Alfredo with linguini!) in a bowl and served it to her. She ate it slowly at first, but began speeding up her bites when she realized she loved it. I watched in silence for a bit with a stupid smile pasted to my face. Eventually as she was finishing I mustered some courage to ask the question that had been eating at me since the TV commercial earlier.
"Annabelle, tell me about the slave holds".

Notes

Sorry for the couple-day wait for the next chapter guys! Also sorry for the lack of another smut scene. I wasn't feelin' it tonight. I hope you guys weren't banking for one. But anyways thanks always for reading, and thanks sooo much for getting this a few more votes and managing to keep it a solid 10! That's incredible! Love you guys lots -Shannon x