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This is the Newer Edition of my story From a Princess to a Vampyre's Slave Story. My sister looked it over and added more detail like only she could so I hope you guys like it. We are going to be adding the chapters improved one by one. Please be a little more patient. With love from your writer Delaney.


Here is Chapter 1



Ok i know it looks crowded but here is all of the people. The girl in the middle is (Of course) Rashel. The little boy is Tommy. The man on the top left corner is Derrick. The man on the top right corner is Darren. The girl under Darren is Kate and the girl under Derrick is Iris. Iris is the one with the words written on her. I thought that was supposed to be what they looked like (well close). I hope you like it!!!!


Thank you so much!



Chapter 1

Rashel's POV

Stealth was critical to my escape. I quietly peer through my doorway as I await the changing of the guards. I see tall and imposing James begin his usual conversation with Peter, whom he is set to replace in a minutes time. My small window of opportunity will last but seconds and I hold my breath as the seconds slowly tick by. I stand there watching them gossip like school girls and I want so badly to roll my eyes, but don’t dare. James turns to lead Peter out the main hallway and my chance has arrived. I quietly steal from my bedroom and quickly make my way to the other end of the hallway that leads to the servant’s stairway. When I reach the door I flatten myself against the wall and silently will my heart to slow down. I sneak a peek around the corner and see James standing at his post.

I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face at the success of my first and possibly most difficult part of my plan. I couldn’t be sure that James hadn’t noticed me but the uniform I had stolen from my maid’s room was an obvious advantage. It practically made me invisible in my own house which, I must say is rather refreshing. After all, life as a princess wasn’t exactly one of privacy. I can never seem to find a moment’s peace for one reason or another and am almost always being watched. Except for moments like this. I was allowed ninety minutes of time to myself, which lucky for me happened to start just before my body guards changed shifts.

Now that the difficult part was done, everything else would be a piece of cake and I know that I’ll be out of my mansion-sized prison in but a few minutes. I reached the bottom of the stairs and slipped out the back door. I made my way over to the “secret” back gate that was only known to the family for dire emergencies.  Anticipation filled up inside me to the point that I almost began skipping. I bit back an unexpected giggle as I go through the gate.

I looked up and down the street and saw no one. I grabbed the bag I had placed behind the tall brush in front of the secret door and begin taking off the uniform. I take out my regular “civilian” clothes and slip them on. Jeans and a blue t-shirt that read “You Wish I Was Your Princess” in bold black letters. This time I laughed out loud at the irony of it. God knew I hated being a princess.  Nobody seemed to understand my intense need for just a tad bit of normalcy.

Okay, yeah I get it, I’m royalty, but nobody who was normal knew that. I’m a princess of a long forgotten family line of vampyre slayers. Only, the angst between vampyres and my people had died out, for the most part that is, about fifty years ago. My father had instated a law against slayings just after I was born which ended up resulting in a betrothal between me and the son of a vampyre aristocrat. But I didn’t want to think about that right now. I just wanted to get away from my sheltered life for just an hour. One blissful hour of being a nobody who can blend into a crowd and go unnoticed. The most wonderful and unappreciated thing in the world.

Finally dressed I began making my way toward the city. It was only a good mile away and I was a pretty fast walker and could get there in a few minutes time. My parents would take me into the city when I was little and show me around but once I was older they thought it was too dangerous for me to go and had no inclination of going themselves. They had no desire to “mix and mingle with commoners.” Yeah, my parents were total snobs. At least towards others who were not “our people” or the vampyres. Actually, my father had a lot of respect for the vampyres. There were no other beings in the world that came close to our power and strength, so it wasn’t really any wonder that he had agreed upon a marriage to permanently unionize our two societies.

I could see the lights of the city getting closer and my anticipation and excitement were colliding inside me, both fighting for a chance to surface. My exhilarating feelings were stuttered as I saw a figure walking on the side of the road up ahead. It was definitely male by the look of his body but I couldn’t really tell anything else. He noticed me when I was about twenty yards away.

“Hey!” he called out.

“Hi…” I answered hesitantly.

“I’ve been hoping someone would come by for over an hour. I’m having trouble with my car; it’s just down the road.” He gestured with a thumb over his shoulder. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about cars would you?”

I laughed. “No, I’m sorry. I know absolutely nothing about cars.” I continued heading toward my destination which was apparently in the direction of this man’s car. As I got closer, more details of the man’s appearance came into view. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a white button down shirt. His hair was short and dark brown, maybe black. As I finally came level with him, I could see that his eyes were hazel. He was without a doubt attractive, but not my type. “Sorry,” I tell him. I continue walking past him but he fell into step beside me.

“It’s okay,” he said in a silky voice. “Are you lost?”

“Uh, no. I’m just heading to the city,” I nod my head in the direction I’m going.

“Would you like some company?”

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise with instinctual warning. “Um, no, I’m okay. Sorry I can’t help you.” I sped up my pace only to be held back as a rough hand gripped my wrist in a vice. He turned me around roughly and I was face-to-face with this unnamed man whose handsome features were contorted into cruel lines.

My body immediately stiffened into a defensive position despite his shackle of a grasp that was painfully closed around my wrist. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let me go!” I roughly pull my arm toward my body as I try to wrench it out of his tight grasp but only succeed in my assailant tightening his grip. He grabs my other wrist and I begin to try to kick him but he subdues me with a strategic swipe kick. I’m swept off my feet and fall to the ground heavily, hitting my head against the concrete sidewalk. My head throbs as my vision comes in and out of focus as my attacker stands over me. All I see is a dark silhouette and brilliantly white teeth shining out of the darkness. A sinister chuckle floated on the night air.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?” was the last thing I heard before everything went black.


Darren's POV

I was driving home from another exhausting day of time spent with my tedious family. All they could talk about was my brother and his impending marriage to his “beautiful” fiancé whom I had yet to meet. I can’t see what all the fuss is about. The stupid girl was human. The only thing humans were good for was food and to do a vampyre’s bidding. Then again, I suppose those qualities in a wife could be desirable. Either way, it truly was tragic that my brother was willing to settle down with someone so beneath his notice. He could do so much better. Anyone of our kind would be a better choice than some stupid snack.

Speaking of snacks, I began thinking of what awaited me back at home. My  two lovely slaves; Kate and Iris. Kate was an ethereal beauty with green eyes and blonde hair and a wispy frame. Iris on the other hand was a complete contrast with voluptuous curves in all the right places and a head of black hair and dark brown eyes. I had acquired my delectable blood slaves from a human slave trader for my kind, named Alex. He had the best black market products in the biz. His customers could request preferences for gender, height, eye and hair color, weight, and age and he always delivered the goods. Alex’s customer satisfaction was a top priority.

How long had I had Kate and Iris now? Six months? And I have to say, I’ve been deeply satisfied with my purchases. I had heard of vampyres taking blood slaves but had enjoyed the excitement and spontaneity in the hunt. However, the more I thought of it, what vampyre didn’t have a night of needing a good drink but not really feeling in the mood to go out? So, through my extensive sources, I was able to locate the rumored best slave trader, which brought me to Alex.  As I pulled into my driveway, I thought of the two lovelies that would be waiting for me just on the other side of the door. I could use a good drink but which would I indulge in tonight? Perhaps both? Ah, but I don’t usually like to mix blood.

The leather squeaked as I pivoted my body out of my convertible Porche Carrera GT. I walked up to the door and the door opened of its own volition before I could even make a move to reach for the doorknob. The door swung open revealing Kate. At the sight of her I had expected to feel my hunger pleasurably pique but found I was distastefully disappointed. I began to wonder if there was something different about her that would cause my hunger to suddenly become almost non-existent, but sensed no difference. I was obviously hungry for a little of Iris tonight.

“I’ll be retiring in my study. Send Iris to me,” I told her brusquely.

“Yes Master,” she replied docilely keeping her eyes glued to the floor. She knew better than to look at me. However despite her outward appearance, I could well sense her jealously at having decided on feeding on Iris. A smirk formed on my lips at her irrational emotion.

I had only just seated myself behind my desk when Iris appeared at the door, her hands folded in front of her. Just like Kate her appearance was passive but her excitement on being chosen was like a golden aura surrounding her. “Come here,” I said noncommittally.

She was quick on her feet and by my side in less than five seconds. However as she neared, I felt my fangs throb only slightly. Not in the mood for any prolonged feeding tonight with the knowledge that my appetite would not be sufficiently satiated, I grabbed Iris with my lightning fast movements and willed my fangs to elongate. As my teeth met her overly excited vein a moan escaped her mouth and I fed.

My feeding was less than a minute, dissatisfied as I was. I just didn’t find Kate and Iris as stimulating as I had when I had first acquired them.

Iris was still in my arms breathing quick uneven pants her eyes closed well after my lips had left her throat. I put her in a standing position out of my lap beside me. “Leave me. I’m done with you for tonight.”

“But Master…” she began pleading pathetically.

I favored her with my severest glare. “You dare contradict me?”

Fear readily entered her eyes as she frantically shook her head, keeping her mouth firmly shut.

“Now leave me.”

She scurried to the door like a frightened mouse. Just as she was about to close to the door I called her back, “Iris.”

“Yes Master?” she asked hope shining clear in her eyes.

“Ready a bedroom by tomorrow night.”

She curtsied in assent and closed the door silently. I leaned back in my chair sliding my tongue across my retracted fangs. “I’m craving a new flavor,” I thought to myself. I wonder if Alex has any good merchandise ready on hand. I really don’t care to put in an order. There was no telling how long it would take to come in. Hopefully he had something appetizing readily available, otherwise I just might have to find myself a new vendor. “I suppose I better give him a heads up,” I mused aloud.


Alex's POV


I knocked the girl clean off her feet and she hit her head roughly against the pavement. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?” I asked in my most menacing voice. There was a satisfying flash of fear in her eyes before she lost consciousness and I felt a rush of satisfaction and happiness at my good fortune tonight. I picked up the nameless girl and used my unnatural speed to quickly get her back to my van lest someone drive by and happen upon us. I laid her down in the back on the old gym mat I had back there and tied her hands behind her back in case she woke up prematurely. I shut the door with a satisfying slam and got in on the driver’s side and starting up the engine.

Who would have thought I would have found such a nice young piece of merchandise idly making her way toward the city? I was expecting some low class hooker or perhaps a street bum but instead I had been gifted with a grade “A” good. She was definitely a beauty. She was rather short at only about five-feet, four inches but a lot of vampyres preferred short women. Her hair was long and a dark mass of bouncy curls though I couldn’t be sure were brown or black in this light. Not that that mattered really. Her eyes I had noticed immediately. They were the color of the deepest ocean, like a sapphire. She had a nice body as well. She was rather skinny but still had small curves to suggest that she was just on the verge of womanhood. The most popular age group for human females. Yes, there was no doubt that she would sell extremely fast and bring a hefty sum.

With me being in such a fantastic mood, the drive home seemed a lot shorter that I knew it was which only lifted my spirits further. After arriving, I stepped out of the van and went to the back to retrieve the new slave. When I lifted her and placed her over my shoulder she groaned as she started to come to. Shoot, she’s going to wake up in the next couple of minutes. No time to waste then. I sped to the house and was inside the in less than two seconds.

“Isabella!” I bellowed loudly. She ran out of the kitchen her eyes wide. “Take her and put her with the others,” I ordered roughly,  as flipped the girl over my shoulder and held her out like a rag doll.

“Y-y-yes sir,” she stuttered, her voice in the annoyingly high pitch I hated to hear. There was nothing for it though. That was simply her volume when she was terrified. I watched as she grabbed a hold of the girl and struggled with supporting her weight. She began to half drag, half carry her like a large sack of potatoes in the direction of the basement and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at the weakness of humans.

Afraid that she might end up dropping the girl and causing damage to her I decided to follow her to make sure no harm came to such a valuable piece of merchandise. Once in the basement, (surprisingly enough, Isabella was able to get the job done with no harm to the body), she shackled the girl next a young boy I had kidnapped from a car a few weeks ago. Ignorant parents imagining their child was safe in a car that was locked. Stupid humans.

The boy cringed into the wall scared as I stared at him. I was about to give him a real reason to be scared of me when my cell phone began to go off. I growled at being interrupted from my fun when I saw it was one of my VIP customers.

I quickly answered. “How can I help you Darren?” I asked in my most pleasant voice.

“Ah Alex. I find myself itching for another one of your delectable pieces to grace my home.”

“What a coincidence my lord, for I have just acquired a new slave that you may very well be interested in purchasing. There is no doubt that she is the new jewel of my selection. Although all my slaves are good choices, of course.”

“Sounds promising. I’ll be there at noon tomorrow.” I heard the phone click as he ended the line.

I grinned as I began ascending the steps of the basement and made my way to my private quarters. Oh the money that I’ll receive for that deliciously ripe girl I’d plucked right off the street! I enter my bedroom and I’m greeted by a scared and trembling Angela. How could I have forgotten my nightly feeding?

“Hello Angela. Lucky for you, I’m in an exceedingly good mood tonight. So my feeding just might feel pleasant for you. No promises though.”She began to cry silently as I advanced on her, my fangs elongating and throbbing with anticipation with each tear that rolled down her beautiful cheek.  




Tags: Alex, Blood, Darren, Engaged, Fiction, Hunters, Rashel, Slave, Teen, Tommy, More…Vampire, Vampyre, suckers

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Thanks Guys!!! She's gonna start on Chapter 2 soon so I can't wait!!
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i like it but can you not write it in that type of font it's hard to read for rashel not darren
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Chapter 2
Rashel's POV

I woke up with what I could only imagine a hangover felt like. I felt dizzy and nauseated. My head was throbbing violently as if someone was taking a hammer to my skull. I began blinking my eyes, hoping to see past the disorienting haze that seemed to be blocking my vision. Where am I? I tried lifting my hand to rub my eyes but it felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. That's when I felt cold metal wrapped around my wrists. Shackles? Seriously? What is this, dungeons and dragons?
I fought the lethargy that seemed to have turned my insides to lead and slowly lifted my head off the cold hard floor I was on. My vision finally began to clear however whatever room I was in was lit sparingly. I shivered from the cold that surrounded me and leaned toward the source of warmth I felt gathered near my waist.

I looked down to identify the source of the warmth and it turned out to be a sleeping little boy. He had a mop of dark hair, black or brown, I couldn't be sure with this poor light. He was way skinnier than was healthy and had smudges of dirt all over his body. So, whoever this poor kid was, he hadn't been fed or bathed properly in God knows how long. Judging by his size, he couldn't be more than five or six.

My heavy limbs needed a serious stretch but I didn't have the heart to move. Then, the boy's eyes flew wide open. Fear clear in his bright green eyes, he jerked his body away from me as far as he could, huddling against the wall we were chained against. We stared at each other for a full minute. He opened his mouth as if to say something but no sound escaped his lips. His mouth seemed to be forming the word, "Sorry." I was about to speak when-


A light was shining down from a staircase I had yet to notice on the left side of the room, dungeon, or basement-where ever the hell I was. The shadow of a figure blocked the light as the clip-clopping of shoes descended the steps noisily. As the figure stepped off the last step, he turned a dial on the wall and the room was filled with light. I immediately shut my eyes against the harsh brightness and slowly reopened them allowing them to adjust. When I was finally able to see normal again, my eyes took in the rest of my surroundings. From the light that now flooded the room, I could see about ten other people chained to the walls. The people consisted of young men and women of varying ages and were all just as dirty and unfed as the little boy next to me.

Something that didn't escape my notice was that all my fellow captives were young. From the looks of it, their ages ranged between four and nineteen. But, why? Why were we all abducted and brought here?

My gaze returned and glued to the face of the cruel bastard who had unceremoniously turned on the light. My memory came rushing back to me in a trice.

Anger and indignation erupted inside me as the low life had the nerve to approach me. And with a smile to boot, which only incensed me further. He had an arrogant self-assured kind of smile that came with power hungry control. There was no doubt in my mind that this jerk was a sick sadist. My nameless abductor snapped his fingers with his right hand and the small sound seemed to ring through the silence.

My gaze averted to the other captives as they seemed to cringe in unison, their fear a heavy fog emanating throughout the room. Out of the corner of my eye the boy next to me recoiled against the wall as if he hoped to phase through it. My eyes slowly made their way across the room finding nothing buy terrified face after terrified face. These people were scared for their lives. What had this sick freak done to them to make them so petrified?
I glared at the kidnapper once more and studied him as he smiled around at his array of abductees with an evil gleam in his eyes that chilled my blood. His handsome face was still fixed in a rather maniacal way that made you want to get yourself as far away from him as possible. I studied the rest of his body and he didn't seem overly built. But he was strong. No doubt about that. My wrist still throbbed under the unforgiving metal that surrounded it from when he'd grabbed me. If I ever got these ancient handcuffs off me, there was no doubt in my mind that there would be a telltale bruise to greet me.

My eyes returned to his face where I found his cold stare glued to me as well, a satisfied smirk gracing his features. He opened his mouth, about to speak, but I beat him to the punch. "Who are you?" I asked angrily. I made no effort to hide my disdain. I could feel the scared eyes of my fellow captives on me. That only invigorated me more.

The grin had vanished from his face the moment I had cut him off. He hid his emotions well but his body had stiffened giving away him away. He was taken aback by my lack of fear that was for certain. Apparently he wasn't accustomed to people standing up to him. Well, isn't this bastard in for a rude awakening?

"Well? Are you going to answer me or continue to stare like a dumbstruck fool?"

His cheeks flushed in anger at my condescending words. "Alex," he finally replied. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll-,"

Throwing caution to the wind, I interrupted him again. "What do you want with me? With us?" I demanded heatedly.

Alex actually began quivering with the fury that seemed to be coming off him in waves. "Shut up," he growled. He sounded like an animal.

"And if I don't?" I challenged.

His face was inches from mine in the split second my eyes had shut to blink. I gasped and instinctively backed my head against the wall to try and put space between us. My head touched the wall and the headache I hadn't realized had receded to a dull thud erupted once more in excruciating pain, causing my eyes to water. I shut them tight to keep them from falling, refusing to let this guy see one ounce of weakness. Then I felt my hair being roughly pulled from the top of my head in an unforgiving grip. I opened my eyes and despite the pain was able to still glare at my kidnapper.

"You'll do well to follow these other slaves' examples and keep your mouth shut unless I ask you a direct question," he hissed softly. "Trust me; you do not want to test my patience again. I promise you, you will sorely regret it."

The word "slaves" rung in my ears. I simply stared back at him as the word sunk into my consciousness. Was this really happening? Me? A slave? He had to be kidding.

I couldn't help but voice my thoughts. "You've got to be kidding. What is this?" I flinched as his grip tightened ruthlessly on my hair. "In case you haven't noticed Alex, this isn't the dark ages anymore. They outlawed slavery a long time ago."

"Well aren't we the naïve twit?" he mocked. "In case you hadn't noticed, there are some people who are above such laws. Beings, such as myself, do not adhere to humans mundane laws."

I stilled at his words. Humans? He couldn't possibly be...

A doorbell rang overhead, causing the shackled inhabitants of the room to cringe once more. His eyes averted at the sound but quickly returned to me, a small smile returning to his cruel face.

"It appears we will not be able to finish our little conversation. If you're lucky, he'll buy you. But if he doesn't..." A sparkling gleam entered his eyes that gave me goose bumps. My flesh crawled as his free hand began caressing my cheek. "You might just end up staying here with me. There is nothing I enjoy as much as breaking a seemingly strong-willed woman."

He callously let me go and I slumped against the wall in pain and disgust. He stood once more, turned his back and made his way to the staircase and took the steps two at a time. A few seconds after his footsteps could no longer be heard, the door slammed with a crash.

I sucked in a large breath of air that I had been depriving my lungs. He couldn't possibly be what I thought he was... What kind of sick irony would that be? My body shook slightly against my will, finally dropping its brave front. I felt a warm touch on my leg. I looked down and found the warmth was provided from the small boy's hand. He inched closer toward me and tried putting his hand on my head where Alex had pulled my hair relentlessly, but he was a few inches short of reaching his goal. My heart tugged for the boy.

He remained next to me, as close as his chains would allow, staring at me with eyes that spoke a million words. I offered him my hand and he readily accepted it, grasping almost desperately. He relaxed a little, a small amount of relief entering his eyes. He leaned his head against my arm and curled up against me, this time deliberately. A fierce protectiveness stole through me as I wrapped my arm around this boy whose name I did not know.  


Darren's POV
My patience was wearing thin. How long did this pompous thief plan to keep me waiting? My anticipation of purchasing a new slave had only grown over the last few hours. My fangs threatened to present themselves as I pictured multiple women in my head that I would love to sink my teeth into. I shook my head. Now was not the time to fantasize. I would see soon enough whether Alex's merchandise was up to snuff. Yes, his slaves had been unquestionably attractive the last time I was here. However one thing that had almost made me change my mind was how dirty he kept them. Yes, they were slaves, but Alex treated them like animals; animals that he didn't care to bathe.

I sighed in irritation. Just as I was about to begin pounding on the door, it flew open. Alex stood before him in the doorway, his best salesman smile on his face. He also had a boastful air about him that I couldn't help but find agitating.

"Darren," he greeted happily, "Glad to see you could make it."

"Glad to see you've finally decided to open the door," I said, my annoyance clear in my voice.

"Yes, sorry for my delay. I was just dealing with my new jewel. It appears she has quite a stubborn streak. But please, come in." He opened the door wide allowing me to cross the threshold. "Well, let us not dally; after our little private meeting I'll be loading up all the merchandise and heading straight to the auction house."


That was a rather obvious salesman tactic for Alex; to mention the possibility of other buyers. Alex should have known it would be wasted on me. We walked to the door that led down to the basement. As soon as he opened the door we began our descent to the bottom where I could smell sweat, dirt, and fear waiting for us. My nose wrinkled at the foul odor. When we finally reached the bottom I saw the eyes of Alex's enslaved humans staring at us wide-eyed with terror. My eyes roved from face to face, their expressions all the same; save one.

My gaze rested on a girl, approximately sixteen or seventeen years of age, whose eyes were burning with anger and hatred. Her unfaltering glare was unmistakably directed at Alex. Not a big surprise considering how he usually went about collecting his merchandise. However the fact that she was willfully staring at him in such a way was intriguing. With her defiance, she clearly stood out from the other dirty cowering inhabitant.

I studied the girl as she sat on the floor. She had long curly brown hair that appeared to be waist-length. It was a tad messy, however considering on where she was being kept, it could not be helped. Her skin was tanned, almost a caramel color; neither too dark nor too light. Combined with her dark mane, it was perfect. Her eyes were a deep blue, and if I was not mistaken, had green flecks at certain angles. They were really quite fascinating.

Beyond the filth, I caught the smell of dried blood. I stepped closer toward the girl and the smell grew. I stopped and eyed her more carefully. "Is she injured?" I asked intently.

"Yes, but not seriously," he quickly assured.

"What happened?" I asked detecting her wound to be located on the back of her head.

"When she discovered my intent, she fought. Stupid girl imagined she stood a chance. Needless to say, she fell and hit her head on impact," Alex said unremorsefully. "She would probably be a lot of trouble for most, but I'm sure you could handle her, my lord." Alex leisurely eyed the topic of their conversation. "She needs to learn her place. Doesn't she, you little tick," Alex asked addressing the small male child clinging desperately to the defiant girl next to him.

I looked at the small boy but immediately disregarded him. I turned my attention to the rest of the inhabitants in the basement. I slowly walked around studying each slave thoroughly. The selection was not bad; all the slaves were attractive and undamaged, however I eventually found myself right in front of Alex's "jewel" once more. There was something very intriguing about this girl, who was clearly not like the others in the room. I had to admit, I couldn't wait to unleash whatever she was holding back. It was sure to be very entertaining.

"How much were you going to start the bidding for her?" I asked casually, nodding my head toward the girl.
"Eighty thousand," he replied with a smile. "I know she will have lots of bidders so I thought I'd start her a little low."

I nod noncommittally. Yes, there were many vampyres that would bid on this one; particularly the males. She is appealing, without a doubt. As I examined her, her glare turned to disdainful disgust. I withheld a smirk.

Finally deciding on a price I said, "I'll give you One hundred and fifty thousand for her. That should be more than sufficient," I said firmly. Alex stared at the me contemplatively. I could see his slight indecision in his face. He was wondering whether he could possibly get more for her, either by haggling with me, or by taking her to the auction house instead. However, with the price I offered, there was already a guarantee. At the auction, you can only hope that the price will continue to go up before the betting dies out. I was confident Alex wouldn't want to take that risk.

After about a minute he said, "Done."

I nodded and retrieved my wallet from inside my coat pocket and gave him the money. It barely made a gap with the rest of the cash I carried. After he had recounted it, we shook hands. I turned back to my newly purchased piece of merchandise as my anticipation began to grow. Alex strode in front of me drawing a necklace off his neck, a key dangling from it. He handed it to me and I began unlocking her from her shackles. She stared at me without a hint of fear, her eyes challenging. It was as if she was daring me to break contact first. I suppressed another urge to chuckle as I undid her bindings. The heavy metal fell from my wrists with loud clanks on the hard stone floor. Before I could offer her my hand, she readily stood up on her own and firmly stood in front of the little human boy who was still clinging to her body. Then she spoke.

"I'm not going-,"

"Really?" I asked skeptically. "You prefer to be auctioned off and thoroughly examined in a public room from head to foot?"


She glared darkly.
"You didn't allow me to finish," she replied testily. "I'm not going, without him." She pulled the boy gently to her side for emphasis.

Alex stepped forward locking his hand around the small boy's wrist and yanking him away from her. "Let go of her boy! You're not going anywhere! And you!" he said turning to the unnamed girl, "You will keep your mouth shut."

The boy whimpered piteously. "I told you, I'm not going anywhere without him," she insisted stubbornly.

Alex's face contorted with fury as he swung back his hand with the obvious intent to slap her. My hand shot out before I had even realized what I was doing and grabbed a hold of Alex's wrist.

"Do not forget Alex, I have already paid for her and she now belongs to me," I warned dangerously. "I do not take likely to others damaging my things, as you very well know."

Alex looked at me, a flash of fear in his eyes before giving the girl a look of deepest contempt. "I was only trying to-," he tried to defend; but I cut him off.

"I'll take the boy with me. How much?"

Alex considered for a moment, greed entering his eyes. "Fifty thousand," he finally decided.

Repressing the urge to roll my eyes I retrieved my wallet once more and withdrew his desired amount. "Here," I said shoving the money at his chest. "Thanks for the business Alex." The key still in my hand I went over and began unlocking the trembling boy. I could feel the girl's eyes on me as I did this. As soon as the cuffs fell off the kid, he firmly planted himself behind the girl once more. My gaze trailed from the boy to the girl who appeared to be watching me intently. Her anger seemed to have dissipated and replaced with puzzlement.

"Shall we take our leave?" I asked her quietly. I didn't wait for a response. I turned and walked to the stairs and began to climb. They followed noiselessly. We stepped outside and I headed for my car. They made no attempt to escape. Obviously the girl was intelligent to know that she would not get more than a few feet before I caught up to them.

She stopped with the boy on the passenger side as I got to the driver's side. I couldn't help but notice that the girl didn't seem at all impressed with my car. Interesting. "It's only a two-seater. The boy will have to sit in your lap. I wasn't expecting an extra passenger."

Again she said nothing. I unlocked the door and she slid inside wordlessly, placing the boy on her lap and buckling them both in. The boy grabbed the girl's hands and placed them round his stomach and rested his head against her chest. I start the engine and the car purrs to life in welcome.
"So, what are your names?" I ask casually.

The boy faced me tentatively. "T-t-Tommy," he stuttered softly. I nodded and looked at the girl.

She looked to the boy before answering. "Rashel," she finally said. Hm... an interesting name. It suited her well.

"I'm going to explain this to you very simply," I said in a business-like tone.


"Explain what exactly," she asked suspiciously.






"From now on, you will address me as master, sir, or sire. I'll permit you to choose which one. Do not ever use my name unless I have given you express permission."

"Okay, and for future reference, what exactly is your name?" she asked derisively.


I remained silent, annoyance steadily growing on her features. I raised an eyebrow, a smirk sliding onto my face.
Realizing what I was waiting for she rolled her eyes and sighed in exaggeration. "What is your name..." she paused, "Sir."


I smiled. "Darren. Oh, and I suppose there's something else I should tell you. Best get it out of the way now." She was silent as she waited for me to continue. "I'm a vampyre."


I looked at her, expecting to see skepticism or disbelief, however the only thing I saw on her face was, what I could only describe as smugness.

"I figured as much."

hey laney great story keep wrighting so many questions.

Lol oooook Mocas.


And thanks so much! If you want to ask questions you can! I encourage it actually! I'd hate for my readers to be confused! Or think they can't ask questions.


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