Vampires Blood Pet

Chapter 3

I was one of the unlucky few that was picked. According to the pet Mistress, I'm the better-looking pet here. Her words, not mine. Before handing over my leash to the man dressed in all black, the pet Mistress whispered against my ear that I better behave myself. I had better not ruin the reputation of her store.

I just nodded my head. I had nothing to reply back. Part of me was happy to be leaving this horrible place behind and another park was scared shitless about what's to come. I heard the Headmistress say we will be going to the school.

That is one place I never wanted to go. I heard stories of pets being brought back after being almost killed there.

Vampire Academy Preparatory.

It's the only school around here for vampires. Each country has their school. That means hundreds of vampire teenagers will hunt around me. That makes me nervous. I didn't want to deal with one vampire master, much less hundreds of other vampires.

They corralled the four of us into a trailer being pulled behind a jacked up SUV. Before they rudely pushed me inside, I saw the school's crest painted over the trailer.

“Now, girls. The trip will be a few hours. We are headed to The Vampire Academy,” the Headmistress face lit up with pride as she said those words.” You will find that you have food and drink inside. After we arrive, we will groom each of you up. A lot. Goodness, you all need some work done. I have essential students in my senior class this year. I require you young women to do your jobs, and that's it. We will answer swiftly any problems my students have over you and harshly. I do not put up with nonsense at my school. Is that understood?”

“Yes ma'am,” we all say together.

“Very well. I will see each of you in a few hours. Make sure that you all eat because once we get to the school, we have much to do and go over before the semester starts,” the Headmistress tells us before walking out the trailer, snapping her fingers, signaling for the trailer door to be closed.

They left us in darkness, the only lighting we have shining down on us is from the little breathing holes around the trailer.

I feel like a cow right now. Perhaps I am.

“Oh my god! Did you hear what the Headmistress said? Lord and the Prince himself will be seniors this year, that's exciting,” gushed a girl named Karly with blonde hair, and clapped her hands together.

I fight the need to roll my eyes. Of course. Just because we humans are now blood pets doesn't mean we don't have the desire to live the good lifestyle. Well, some of us, I should say. I wouldn't care. I'd be happy on a farm, shoveling poop from animal stalls if that meant my master would leave me alone when he didn't need to feed.

Some girls though, like Karly, don't care about them being vampires. Some teenagers actually romanticized vampires before they even came out of the coffin. In my opinion, that's disturbing, they are dead.

“Shut up Karly,” snapped Samantha.

“What? Don't be mad because I may land the prince, and you can't,” Karly mumbled before sticking her tongue out at Samantha like a child.

“You ain't going to land anything, you silly twit. The only reason any of the vampires will pick you is for your blood,” Rachel whispered, putting in her two cents.

“You just jealous of my looks too Rachel. I'm going to land the prince, just watch. Once he graduates, I'll be able to live in the castle with him. Do you know I heard that the higher ups dress up their pets in the most gorgeous dresses,” Karly sighed happily.

“I wouldn't wish to have the Prince. He will probably be a self entitled jerk. Prince and a vampire together? No, thanks. I want to live in peace, not be dealing with that,” Samantha declared as she dug into one of the food bags.

“You say that because you know you have no hope of landing someone like that. Don't worry, I'm sure whoever you can get to pick you will be somewhat good-looking,” Karly said with a grin. “Maybe it's a a wonderful thing we are all getting make-overs. Some of you need them.”

“Really Karly?” I asked, trying not to let my irritation over the girl out. “You don't look any better than the rest of us. Your hair isn't done. Your nails are not done either. Your eyebrows look like they require a freaking tractor. Stop talking down on us just because you think you look better. You are in the same position we are an anyone of us could get the prince's attention. Our pet mistress said it herself she only sold the best-looking girls she could find. So shut up and eat or take a nap. Just be quiet,” I ended my little rant, hoping that would be the end of this ridiculous discussion.

I head over to the corner and grab my bag of food and head towards the other side of the trailer requiring some peace and quiet. I slowly slide down the side of the trailer until I'm sitting on my butt and dig items out of my bag.

Water bottle.

Green Gatorade.

Bag of regular lays chips.

Ham and cheese sandwich.

These things together look like a five-star meal to me. Heavens, how long has it has been since I had anything else to drink besides water? I put the water back into my bag, saving it for later before quickly opening up the Gatorade bottle and started drinking, savoring each sip.

“One thing surely will be better for us all. The food. I hope they let us eat whatever they are eating. Isn't that how normal blood pets are treated? We can eat whatever our masters are eating as long as he allows it?” asked Samantha.

“Yeah I think so,” I mumbled around the bite of ham and cheese sandwich I now have shoved into my mouth. “Anything is better than bread.”

“I have not had Gatorade in so long. I forgot what everything else besides water tasted like. It's so good,” moans Rachel as she chugs down her blue Gatorade.

I'm kind of jealous. The blue one was my favorite before everything happened. I'm not complaining though. The green now tastes just as good. Could be because I have not had anything apart from water for so long.

“I wonder how they will do the choosing. What will they be looking for?” Asked Karly, finally deciding to have a normal conversation with the rest of us without insulting us.

“Vampires are vain creatures, you know this. They will want the best-looking one. Which is why the Prince and Lord's get first pick. If it were just about the blood, they wouldn't care which girl they got as their blood pet,” I informed her.

“You are gorgeous Emma. I'm sure you will land one of the Lords at least,” Rachel said to me.

"Thank you, Rachel, but it doesn't matter. I don't care who my master will be as long as he just leaves me alone when he doesn't need me,” I tell her gently.