Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)

Sylvia blinked for a few seconds, making sure he had said what he just uttered to her. In less than ten seconds, Sylvia had pulled Elliot towards the door and nudging him out,

"If you want to share the room you should try it with someone else. Perhaps a man. Thank you for helping me with the wound," she was ready to shut the door close but Elliot stopped her by saying,

"Don't get too close to people who you are unfamiliar with, Sylvi," his eyes were calm as he said it, a smile on his lips. Sylvia looked slightly ruffled over the name as it was a name she didn't like. Nicknaming her to something informal yet at the same time, his words tugged her heart.

"Who are you speaking about?" she somewhere had a faint idea but she wanted to hear his words.

Elliot who was standing outside her room right now heard footsteps approaching and he grinned, "Look who we have here," on Elliot's remark, Sylvia curiously pushed the door completely open and stepped out to find it was the black witcher, Isaiah who had come.

Sylvia wondered if she would ever get to change her clothes and get to bed. All she wanted to do right now was to let her head hit the pillow so that she could get some rest but here she was having guests in the middle of the night. Four to five hours more and the sun would rise.

Isaiah ignored Elliot's presence but the red-headed vampire was having none of it, "Isn't it past your bedtime? What are you doing up here?" he asked him.

"I am not a child," Isaiah responded back before turning to look at Sylvia, "I brought you something," he raised his hand to give a test tube filled with liquid, "This will help in reducing the pain and burn you feel."

"How considerate," Elliot commented, his voice coming out dry with lack of enthusiasm, "Her arm is already dressed, you can give it to her tomorrow once she starts to redress it."

Isaiah's eyes fell on the woman's hand to notice the white bandage, "You can keep it for tomorrow," he continued to hold it out for her. Before Sylvia could take it, Elliot's hand moved quickly to take it from the man.

"You sure this is tested and won't cause any harm? Many of the witches have tried to fix things to make it only worse," upon hearing Elliot's words, Isaiah could tell that Elliot was neither happy with his presence by coming here right now nor was he happy with his treatment for the woman.

"Give it back to me," the black witch stretched his hand but Elliot didn't give him the test tube, instead he moved it back and forth in front of him, "I have tested it and works fine."

Elliot gave the man a smile as if waiting to irk and annoy him more.

He then turned his head to look at Sylvia, "This is what I meant," Isaiah who wasn't here for the previous conversation looked genuinely confused.

"You should not worry about it, Eli," Sylvia used the same tone he had used a few seconds ago, "Thank you for bringing it to me, Mr. Isaiah. I will use it tomorrow," she offered him a polite smile and then turned to Elliot, "The test tube," she smiled but Elliot was not happy.

Wanting to stir trouble Elliot said, "Let's have you make a new one while you explain it so that we know you are not planning to do something with her. There have been plenty of witches who have conned the vampire's trust."

"Elliot," Sylvia frowned not knowing what had gotten to him. The man was speaking absurdly and he never crossed lines like this, "You both should go sleep," she suggested feeling a rising headache that was coming to her.

The black witch who had been standing there, looking at the vampire in the eye, said, "Do you have a problem with me? Or do you have a problem with me speaking to this lady here?"

Elliot continued to smile, "If you think I do, why don't you leave?"

This time it was Isaiah who smirked,

"Are you perhaps jealous?" Sylvia's eyes widened in alarm with the next action that came through with Elliot punching right into Isaiah's face.

"What the hell are you doing, Elliot?!" Sylvia quickly bent down to look at the man's bleeding mouth as it had a cut on his lips.

"Keeping his mouth close. And what are you doing getting all worried for him?" Sylvia turned her head to look at Elliot in disbelief.

"You need to go to sleep," Elliot who was looking elsewhere agreed.

Elliot nodded his head, "That's right. You should go to bed."

"You, Elliot," Sylvia cleared that he had Elliot's head snapping to look at her.

"I have decided to stay awake," Elliot stomped his feet like a little child.

Sylvia gave the grown vampire a look before saying, "Alright. You can stay awake while I go tend to his wound. Come in, Isaiah," Sylvia said to find Elliot looking at her in horror.

"Inviting a man into your room in the middle of the night!" he exclaimed and the woman rolled her eyes. Wasn't he in the room a few minutes ago too? Isaiah stood up and decided to fall Sylvia's lead by stepping into the room, "You cannot be serious," this time Elliot stared at Sylvia not believing she was choosing a stranger who she knew from a week ago.

"I will tend to him and have him go back to the room," Sylvia replied back politely, seeing how Elliot's nerves were getting pushed right now. But the sad truth was that no matter how many times she would push his nerves things would never come to change.

"What about me?"

Sylvia c.o.c.ked her head to the side, "You look fine. Are you wounded?"

"You know that is hardly considered as a wound," Elliot pointed like a child of how unfair things looked to him. Why was she choosing the black witch over him? Sure they had some arguments in the past but that didn't mean she was going to ignore him, "Why don't you come here, Isaiah. Let me break some more and then Sylvia can play doctor."

Sylvia wanted to laugh at some point but instead, she yawned, "Goodnight, Elliot," she said before shutting the door and hearing his footsteps pass after a minute.

She stood there with her back facing the black witch who stared at her as she hadn't moved.

"You know he is right, I don't need any tending for this."

Sylvia snapped her head around to say, "I wasn't planning it," her eyes narrowed at the man, to ask, "Don't meddle into things which don't concern you," she could see the tint of curiosity in the black witch's eyes to see what was going in between her and Elliot.

Isaiah looked back at her, "You made him think that something is going on between us."

"There's nothing to make him think about. Thank you for your medicine, you should go rest too now and keep yourself away from this, unless you want me to injure you, personally" her voice was sharp and she opened the door for him to leave.

Isaiah nodded his head, bowing at her and saying, "Goodnight, milady."

Sylvia closed the door and released the breath that she had been holding. Rubbing the sides of her temple, she removed her shoes and went straight to the bed to fall on it. Deciding to take the bath after she would wake up as she felt tired.