• "Come on sis, please."
    "No! Get that through your thick empty skull."
    "Mother and Father already said it was fine. Father thinks it's a good idea. Besides she's in prime condition right now."
    "She's my pet, so it's my choice. Got it Xan?"

    It was the first time she'd ever called me her, 'Pet'. Kind of hurt when she said it. As though I was no more than some useless soulless animal. It was a stinging pain that shot through my heart. Not one that someone would feel when they lose a loved one, but the feeling that they have been reduced to the preference of a pile of scat. MY heart felt as though I just had a billion poisoned needles stabbed into it one at a time.
    I was purchased for her when I first showed the potential for being a protector. I was about a month old at the time. I don't know what qualities I showed. I was told that I was a quiet one that bided my time until I could get what I was determined to get. Most likely at that time it was a turn at mother's milk.
    She and I were four when we first met. By then I knew what my job was to be, and had already started my training. I was highly skilled in stealth and swiftness at this point. I could evade most any attack and sneak up on any opponent without them even sensing me. I would often scare my instructor with that. I quite delighted in doing so. That was one of my few immature points. I was very determined and mature otherwise. This helped me to advance in my classes.
    It was her fourth birthday party when we were introduced. Her brother had already gotten his protector, so she knew she was going to get one soon as well. I can still remember the look on her face, the squeal of happiness. That was all her father needed, that twinkle in her eye brought a large smile to his face. She had run and tackled me after she saw me enter. I Had a large pink bow tied around my neck. She laughed at it. It was within our first hour of knowing each other, that I received my name. "Her name is Kitten," She had said, "for she still looks like a baby." She was an inquisitive little girl.
    It is much different now. I look a bit older than my true age, if I am dressed properly. The year's have been hard on me. My eyes have lost some of their brightness. This can still be seen, but only when I am around Vladimir, my master's brother's protector. He knows just how to make me smile and giggle. My hair has lost some of it's shine. Poling through my hair and out of the back of my bottoms are ears and a tail. Both dark auburn like my hair. I have gained a few circles under my eyes. But I am still considered beautiful. she doesn't like to go out in the sunlight, so I do not go either. This results in my pale skin. A favored part of me happens to be my large chest. This, of course is favored by the men, including my mistress's father. Despite my frail appearance, I can still pack a punch to anyone that threatens me.
    "So, I have been reduced to your pet now, have I? Thanks, I shall leave you to your temper Milady." I know Lil and I had not been on good term's lately, but I can't believe she would say something such as that. I felt a little bad for the coldness that was in my voice. I had never been that cold to her before in my life. I turned from her and fled. I knew she was safe in the castle, and I was truly only needed when she went on outings or needed to vent off steam. Right now she could piss off. I was in no mood to deal with her. I went to the only place that I knew to go in the castle. The dungeon area. No one ever seemed to go down there. Lil absolutely hated it. This made it all the more favorable when I needed time to myself. Only Vladimir went down there. His master thought it too gross. He'd say we went down there to hunt rats. Sure enough as I went to our favored Cell Vlad was sitting on a pile of old pillows that we snuck from one of the rooms so we could have a place to sit and relax comfortably. I sat down on his right, as he was leaning on the wall, and rested my head on his shoulder. My ears twitched against his nose and he sneezed. I laughed at this.