Mr. Dimitri's Toy
S2 - Stuck With Vampires

“I thought, what made you end up a slave?”

“I am a daughter of a—“

A drop of water with a large circle fell right above Kiara's head, then a second later the rain spot grew heavier.

“Rain! We must immediately find shelter!” Kiara opened both her hands, testing the intensity of the rain falling. “Master! Why are you keeping quiet? I know you can't die from the rain, but at least help me find shelter.”

“The shelter is on your back.”

“Ah! I forgot!” Kiara immediately lowered her luggage from her back and took it out. He looked confused putting up the tent. “Master, can you help me?”

“You never set up a tent before?” ansel was still sitting on his horse. There's no sign he'll help.

Kiara shook her head and her face was filled with hope that Ansel would help her set up the tent.

Finally Ansel got off his horse and set up a tent quickly. When the tent was finished being erected, the rain was already getting heavier with the wind pounding hard. The island that is always covered by this storm seems to be raging.

Kiara's clothes are wet. Although Ansel told her not to wear the maid's clothes, she still did not replace them.

“Master, where are you going? kiara asked as Ansel was about to get out of the tent.

“I want to go hunting.” That was only Ansel's reply before he left from before Kiara.

Raising her shoulders up, Kiara looked for a comfortable position and opened her food supply. There was some bread and drink he took from the kitchen for himself.

Not long after Kiara finished eating and her stomach filled up, Ansel returned to the tent with a super wet coat from the rain out there.

Ansel wiped his face with his own hands. He looks as if he's been a vampire who hasn't smoked blood for days.

“What happened, Mister?”

Kiara widened her round eyes. He was sitting here sweetly, not bothering anyone. “My fault?”

“Yes, because you are walking so slowly like a conch.” Ansel moves to the end of the tent. “Then I have to set up a tent for you. As a result, I didn't get the game at all!”

Kiara stood up, not accepting that Ansel's anger was directed at her. “First, I already refused when you took me to the forest to hunt. Second, you're happy to see me walking and exhausted, aren't you? If only you offered me a horse, maybe we could get to the destination faster! Don't blame me!”

***

For a moment, Ansel was stunned by Kiara's attitude. Just this time he met a slave as brave as Kiara.

Kiara's presence really tested Ansel's patience. The blue-eyed bead that knew too much, the rambunctious lips that always returned his words, the throat that moved as he gulped his saliva…

His gaze descended towards Kiara's chest which moved up and down rapidly. Despite moving to the end of the tent, as far away from the woman as possible, Ansel could hear Kiara's rapid heartbeat.

Ansel's patience is running low.

“Why are you suddenly mute? Too hungry to not have the energy to talk??” lure Kiara again.

Hearing the word mute made Ansel remember his mother. Quickly, he controlled his emotions.

“Shut up before you kick out.”

Kiara opened her mouth, but thought twice as that sharp gaze for a second turned red.

He sat back and hugged both of his legs. They were in the same tent, silent to each other and heard the sound of the storm getting louder.

Ansel could see Kiara hiding both of her hands in the long sleeves of the clothes. His little body trembled and his lips turned blue.

“You're cold?”