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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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Haha. Um my sister  is already reviewing chapter 3. So soon! Thanks for being so supportive!

YES!!! I'm so happy you updated, I almost thought you were never going to post again.... I understand that it takes a while to write and you have a busy scedule, but TRY to post sooner rather than later!!

Love it!!

um will he discover that Rashel is his fiuncee?

Haha okay okay. If I am correct it is already being worked on by my sister. Lik eI think i've said.


And yes he will find out that Rashel is his brother's fiancee and that where this story becomes a lot more fun! XD

Chapter 4

Darren’s POV


“What?” She knew? Was she joking? She had to be. She couldn’t possibly know. “I don’t think you understand what I mean. I’m perfectly serious… I am a vampyre. A real one.”

Tommy visibly shuddered in fear, Rashel squeezed him closer to her, resting her hand on his head in a comforting gesture. She turned her curly head in my direction, an almost bored expression on her face. “Yes, I know. I understand; you’re a blood-sucking creature of darkness. And by the way you dress and the car you drive, I’m sure you are a higher member of the vampyre aristocracy. Am I mistaken?”

My mouth slightly gapped in utter disbelief. The corner of her mouth turned upward at my reaction and I immediately erased all emotion from my face and returned my gaze to the road ahead. It was unfathomable.

Taking my silence for assent to her question she said, “As I said before, I figured as much.”

Questions erupted in my head all striving to be spoken first. One came to the forefront. “How do you know about us?”

She was silent for a moment and I turned in time to see her brow furrowed in indecision. I would normally have been irritated at her hesitation however I was still taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. I had fully expected her to laugh at me or to make some skeptical comment; which then would have left me to show her my fangs. That usually put people’s skepticisms to rest upon hearing this confession; it had definitely worked on Iris and Kate. This girl was different however. Just by looking at me, my attire, and my mode of transportation she had already discovered that not only was I not human, I was an elite member of my species. This girl was proving to be even more fascinating than I had anticipated.

After a full minute, she apparently decided to grace me with an answer. “I come from a long line of vampyre hunters.”

No wonder she had recognized me for what I was.

She paused, clearing her throat. “However, if I’m not mistaken, our King has recently entered a formal treaty with the vampyre community. He will be marrying his daughter off to some vampyre noble’s son.”

I had heard something of that through a brief passing however I hadn’t really cared to find out more. I didn’t exactly communicate with my fellow vampyres in a frequent fashion. Hell, I hardly talked to my parents or brother. After I had turned eighteen I had left home and started on my own. I didn’t care for the politics of being the eldest son of one of the highest and most influential vampyre families in our world. I had never expressed a desire to follow in my father’s footsteps and had informed him of such. He didn’t take it so well to say the least. However, upon my brother showing his interest in upholding the family name my father had wasted no time in turning his attention to him. It was a match made in political heaven for those two. I wanted a life of my own. One of peace. I hated unnecessary complications; and as far as I was concerned, politics was exactly that. Therefore, I hardly ever saw my family.

I mentally shook my family out of my mind and regarded the girl once more. I had other questions but I withheld them. I was going to get to know Rashel slowly, intimately. There was plenty of time to find out more later.


Rashel’s POV

After I had mentioned the treaty between my people and the vampyres he had not asked anymore questions; thankfully.  It was silent the rest of the way, leaving me to my inner thoughts. I hadn’t been sure how much about myself I should disclose to this man. I wondered if he would release me if he knew I  was the betrothed daughter of whom I spoke but something told me that would be futile. I doubted it would make a difference in his mind. He didn’t seem the type to care, considering his lack of questioning after what I had imparted.

I absentmindedly began stroking Tommy’s hair as my train of thought jumped on a new route.  What was to become of me? I knew the basic concept of a slave however what did that entail to a vampyre? I had heard about vampyres using humans as slaves, read our history books about it however I had never dreamed that it was still practiced. The idea was disgusting and perverse to me. Yes I had servants, however they all worked of their own free will and were fully paid and compensated for what they did. We made sure that all our subjects, from the fellow vampyre hunting families, to the footmen were all happy. It was what kept us unified. A kingdom was only as strong as the foundation it was built upon.

I cast a subtle glance in my “master’s” direction. What did this guy have in store for me? He wasn’t that old from the looks of him. How old could he possibly be? Twenty-one perhaps? No older, I’m sure. He had more or less confirmed his status among his species. So what was he, a spoiled socialite wanting someone to wait on him hand on foot? Was he bored and looking for a new “thrill?” Or was it something more basic… did he just want a new blood donor? I involuntarily shivered at the thought.

The car eventually came to a smooth stop. I looked around, shaken from my reverie. Darren got out of the car gracefully and I squeezed Tommy reassuringly as he began to quake in my arms. I sat, waiting for Darren to open the door however a full minute went by and he still stood outside in front of the car like a dark statue.

Are you kidding me?  I thought vehemently. I opened the door, helped Tommy out, then climbed out of the car. I slammed the door non too gently.

“You couldn’t get the door?” I asked my anger sizzling in the air.

A single arrogant eyebrow rose in condescension. “You are my slave. If anyone should be getting doors, its you darling,” he replied mockingly.

I couldn’t stop myself from scoffing aloud, and honestly had no wish to. Conceited bastard.

“Careful master,” I cautioned sarcastically, “I wouldn’t want your ego to grow to the point where you can’t even lift your enormous head. After all, that would be such a terrible shame,” I said sweetly.

To my surprise the corner of his mouth quirked upward into a devastating smirk.

“Don’t worry princess, I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your master; I’ll be sure to keep my head at a normal size lest it explode. I’d hate to have to make you clean up such a big mess as all that.”

I stiffened at the word “princess.” He noticed my steel stance and curiosity entered his eyes. However, he broke eye contact first as if some other thought had interrupted his thoughts and shook his head. I relaxed, relieved I was no longer under his scrutinizing gaze.  I grabbed Tommy, lifting him into my arms while I averted my eyes away from Darren’s.

Tommy rested his head against me; it naturally fit against my shoulder. In that instant I was reminded of Lily. My heart saddened at the thought of my younger sister. She must be so devastated by my disappearance. Not to mention my parents. I could only imagine their reaction to finding me gone without a trace. They would no doubt be alerting the local news media, and Derek… who I was supposed to be seeing tonight.

We hardly saw each other as it was; he was always doing something or other for his family. And on the night I was supposed to finally see him after weeks, I get kidnapped. Ugh! I was washed over with guilt at the thought of my faithful fiancé. I wasn’t in love with him however there was definitely a mutual affection between us that had developed in the months since we had first been betrothed.

I climbed steps, following Darren’s lead and came to a stop in front of a set of large double doors. It was only then that I finally noticed the enormous house I was standing on the front steps of. My eyebrows rose in appreciation. This guy had taste. His place was almost as impressive as my mansion. Almost.

It was built in the Georgian style, as was ours, with grand windows.  The second-floor windows had balconies that were apparently each a different room. They appeared to be tinted. Not surprising; sunlight wasn’t fatal to vampyres however it did make them uncomfortable. Darkness was their natural element. My eyes returned to the mahogany double doors in front of me. They were intricately carved with a vine and floral design around the borders. It work was impeccable.

“Not bad Richie Rich,” I drawled turning in Darren’s direction.

A flash of irritation sparked in his eyes and I repressed a satisfied smirk. However it didn’t last long as our eyes locked. His emerald green gaze sparkled with an intensity that thrilled more than it frightened.

I broke contact first as I took that moment to study him.  His emerald eyes contrasted perfectly with his onyx hair, which was just long enough on one side to cover an eye effortlessly.  His complexion was pale but not overly so. He was about six feet tall, give or take an inch, with a lean frame that was encased in a crisp dark suit. It showcased his body elegantly and to perfection.  I hated to admit it but… he was hot. Super hot. That in no way excused his arrogance or the fact that he was a slave owner I quickly reminded myself.

When my eyes returned to his I stifled a gasp. His eyes were filled with unmistakable desire. I had seen that look many times from my excursions into the city, not to mention Derek. Derek found me quite beautiful and never hesitated to remind me. However despite him being a vampyre, I never doubted that the desire in his eyes was for me, not my blood. But Darren… who knew?

He cleared his throat and the flames seemed to instantly leave his eyes. I breathed a sigh of relief only now realizing I had been holding my breath.

“Shall we?” he asked softly.

My flesh erupted with goose bumps; I gave him a single nod of my head in assent.

He opened the door, walking into a cavernous foyer. I followed him inside. The floor was marble and echoed our every step.

We were greeted by two girls; one looked about seventeen, my age, and had blonde hair, green eyes, and a slim frame.  The other girl was a complete contrast; she appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties, dark hair and eyes, and an hour-glass body. Both women’s eyes fastened upon Tommy’s back and then my face. The younger blonde girl’s eyes narrowed slightly as her lips tightened into a thin line of clear anger. As for the other, her eyes saddened but after a moment she seemed to recover her composure.

“Welcome home master,” they echoed in perfect unison.

“Iris, Kate,” Darren intoned familiarly, “This is Rashel and Tommy. They will be sharing a room together and I would like you to explain the rules to them.” His last words were spoken with strong authority; clearly an order, not a request.

Darren turned his attention back in my direction, his eyes landing on Tommy. A flicker of annoyance appeared in his eyes. Then his lethal green gaze was on me.

“Rashel, after they have explained your duties and the rules, you are to shower and change. There will be a clean clothes provided for you on the bed; some for Tommy as well. Afterwards, Iris and Kate will come and fetch you so you may help them with dinner.” He stood there staring at me for awhile saying nothing else.

The silence grew awkward and I felt compelled to fill it.

“So—can I go now?”

He cast me the same devastating smirk from just a few minutes past, before he said, “Not before you say those two little words I need to hear.” His face was quite serious but his eyes were a different story. There was a humorous gleam.

My mind went blank at his words, not understanding his meaning; until it dawned on me. I scowled.

His smirk transformed into a smile as he leaned forward a little, turned his head ever so slightly to the side, and cupped a hand around his ear. Waiting…

“Yes… sir,” I barely managed to bite out. Seriously, this guy was the most arrogant, pompous jerk I had ever had the great misfortune to meet. I never treated my servants or subjects this way. It was insufferable!

He seemed satisfied and walked off down the main hall, disappearing from sight. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes and instead turned to my fellow slaves.

“So, which of you is Iris and which of you is Kate?” The stupid moron hadn’t divulged which girl was which before taking his leave.

“I’m Iris,” the older curvier girl said. “And she’s Kate.” She nodded toward the younger looking blonde. “Let us take you to your room.”

Iris walked toward the grand staircase and I followed as she lead the way; Kate walked behind me.

“Did he tell you what he is?” Kate asked, a sort of breathless inflection in her voice.

“Yes, although I knew before hand.”

Kate’s head swiveled around to gap at me as continued to climb the steps, one graceful hand on the banister.  “You knew before he said anything? But how? I had no idea vampyres existed before I was sold to him. I had always imagined them to be… well, what the rest of the world thinks. Make-believe. Fiction.”

“Well,” I began, but I was immediately cut off.

“She’s lying,” Kate said scathingly. “She was just as unaware of their existence as you and I, Kate.”

“I’m not lying!”

Kate continued as if I had not spoken. “She is simply trying to appeal herself to master.”

Wow. Someone  was jealous. What a weirdo. She was completely delusional.

“Kate stop letting your envy muddle your thoughts. Think clearly,” Iris said exasperatedly. Something told me there had been many similar conversations between these two. “She has no deed to try  and capture master’s interest. She already has it; otherwise he would not have selected her. Perhaps if you didn’t showcase your negative emotions whenever his eye wanders from you, he would feed on you more.”

I tripped over her words as well as my feet and Tommy clung to me desperately. I regained my footing and kept walking trying to ignore Kate’s unmistakable snicker.

“So—he feeds on you two?” I asked as casually as I could.

Kate turned, understanding in her eyes. Kindness too, to my surprise. “It’s not what you imagine it to be. It feels… wonderful.” She sighed dreamily returning her gaze forward.

Before I could comment, Kate burst out, “I don’t see why he had to go and get her! We already had to share him as it was!”

Okay, yeah these girls were completely insane. Or brainwashed.

“Well don’t worry Kate. I don’t plan on letting master  get his fangs anywhere near me.”

Kate turned back to me, her face suddenly worried. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice. He bought you. You belong to him now and must do as he bids you.”

“Look, I’m not—,”

“You must always  obey him. Do not defy him. If you do, he will punish you,” Kate interrupted.  She delivered the rule/warning with grave seriousness. “If and when he wants to feed on you, you must not refuse or resist him. The experience of a feeding when either you or the vampyre is angry is…” she shuddered. “It’s dreadfully unpleasant… to say the least.”

She was quiet for a moment, lost in her own memories. I was glad she didn’t elaborate. My stomach was already beginning to feel queasy. After her minute, she recovered from her silent lapse and continued.

“Above all, do not anger or displease him. His temper is—well trust me, he’s far more pleasant when he’s happy.”

We finally stopped in front of one of the many doors in the hallway. Iris placed her hand on the doorknob. Kate moved to stand next to her, her arms crossed defiantly against her chest. She was actually pouting like a child who was not given their favorite toy.

I did role my eyes this time. “Are those all the rules?” I asked dully.

Kate nodded. “This is your room.” She turned the knob and opened the door, then stepped to the side allowing me to enter. “Kate’s room is directly across from yours and mine is one door down to the right.” She pointed them out for emphasis. “Well, we’ll leave you to get ready. Ring the bell pull by the bed when you are dressed and we will come and get you. She gave a polite smile, whereas Kate only stared daggers at me. I half expected her to stick out her tongue at me.

Finally, I took in the entire room and I hated to admit it, even to myself, that the room was nice. Not to mention the amount of space. I wasn’t sure what I had expected for a slaves quarters, but this was definitely nothing like I would have imagined.

The room had plush Persian carpets, a king-sized four-poster bed, complete with silk sheets and down feather pillows. There was a large fireplace with a love seat and two arm chairs in front of it, a high boy dresser and end tables on either side of the bed. The walls had dark midnight blue wallpaper while the furniture, curtains, and bed linens were a combination of black and silver. All in all, a rather extravagant prison.

I walked over to the massive bed and set Tommy down on it. I removed Tommy’s shoes and socks as he finally took in our surroundings. (He had kept his head firmly against my shoulder until we were alone.) His eyes were the size of saucers, his little mouth forming an O of wonder. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you able to shower on your own yet?” I asked him gently.

He nodded in response.

“Alright, then why don’t you shower first, then I’ll go.”

He nodded again, so I lifted him off the bed and carried him to the door on the far side of the room. Inside was a, not surprisingly, large bathroom; complete with a clear glass  shower, which from the looks of it had imported tile, a marble Jacuzzi tub and a separate area with a connecting door for the toilet. Nice.

I found a rack of fresh towels near the tub and grabbed one for him. I threw it over the door of the shower, making sure he would be able to reach it when he was done.

“Okay so, just come out when you’re finished alright? Then I’ll jump in.”

Instead of nodding, he clasped my hand, squeezing it tightly and turned an imploring gaze right at me. “Can you stay in here with me?”

I was doomed. There was no way I was ever going to be able to give this kid up. Even if by some miracle I managed to escape.

“Of course, Tommy.”

I turned my back until he was finished and wrapped in his towel, dripping wet and walked him back to the bedroom. To both our surprise, brand new set of clothes were already lying on the bed for him. Somebody must have entered the room.

“Are you going to be alright Tommy while I go and shower?”

“Mm-hm,” he said as he struggled to hold the overly large towel up around his body.

I held back a giggle and smiled to reassure him instead. I went back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I grabbed another fluffy towel, throwing it over the shower door as I had for Tommy. I turned on the water to steaming hot. I don’t know why but I loved it when the mirror and the whole bathroom got all steamy when I showered. I guess because it was like my own little private sauna.

I removed my shoes and dirty clothes, placing them on the counter next to the sink. I jumped into the shower unhesitatingly and was met with a sharp sting as the hot water made contact with my skin almost burning it. I positioned my head under the showerhead and—


Ugh… I’d forgotten about my head injury. I slowly adjusted to the heat and groaned in pleasure at the delicious water pressure as it hit my filthy hair and skin. The showerhead was one of the massaging ones; my favorite. I relaxed as I felt the grime from the basement and the dried blood from my head wash away and circle down the drain. After about a good five minutes of simply enjoying the water against my skin, I grabbed the shampoo and washed my hair, lathering, rinsing, and repeating for good measure. I tried to clear my mind and think of nothing as I began applying the conditioner. Leaving it in my hair, I grabbed the body wash and pored a generous amount into my palm. Vanilla scents permeated from the soap as I began washing my body. Weird. Vanilla was my favorite scent.

By the time I was finally done there was a hazy fog that had filled the bathroom. I smiled as I wrapped the towel securely around my body and wrung out the remaining water from my hair. When I stepped out of the bathroom I saw Tommy curled up on the loveseat fast asleep. He just might have been the cutest thing I had ever seen.

I turned my attention toward the bed where I saw a black bundle awaiting me. I wonder if Tommy had seen it delivered... On top of the bundle was a slip of paper with my name written in an elegant scrawl. I removed it finding a pair of black flats which I placed to the side. A frown formed on my face as I slowly lifted the outfit that had been left for me to wear. When I had it fully raised in front of me my anger ignited at the audacity of that presumptuous vampyre.

"Oh, heck NO!"

in love with this story Laney!

Yes please make one! I'd love that:)




Glad you liked it! My sis is already working on the next one!

Yay glad you love it so much!!!
On it. Thanks guys!

^ I did a outfit for her. but i dont know if thats what it looks like .

But love it update soon ?


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