Vampires Blood Pet

Chapter 5

Once we were done with our orientation, the Headmistress made us follow her into a room that she called the pet's cleanup. Ladies, with brightly colored hair pulled each of us into a chair and began getting to work.

My hair hasn't been washed in weeks, so as she is brushing through my hair, the comb is getting stuck in a mess of tangles.

“Goodness. Don't you humans bathe?” My stylist hisses before adding. “This hair is horrible. I may have to cut it, Headmistress.” She informed the Headmistress with a shake of her dead.

“Do what is necessary, Morana. I need them all to look the best. I have the Prince and a few Lords in my senior class this year. I desire to make sure I have the very finest for them to pick from, and I must not let the school look bad,”

“Yes, ma'am,” Morana murmured, and did as the Headmistress suggested and started to cut off my hair.

I watched in silence as each strand fell. I should be mad right now, should be struggling and making it harder on my stylist, but the truth is, I'm happy it's getting taken care of. The pet mistress wouldn't let us wash our hair, she wouldn't even give us a comb to brush it and because of that, my head was extremely itching.

I quickly raised my hand and scratched the left side of my head above my ear, but my hand was harshly slapped away.

“Headmistress, I believe she may have lice,” cried the stylist as she separated my hair on the top of my head, looking with a disturbed look on her face.

“I do not-,” I defended myself. Just because they see us humans as nothing but blood bags and pets doesn't make me an actual freaking animal.

“Silence. I see the pet mistress taught you nothing. Pet's do not speak without permission,” Headmistress Carleen snapped, red eyes glowing.

Sighing, I raised my hand up and asked sweetly. “May I speak?”

“No,” she snarled before looking up at Morana. “Don't panic, dear. Just give her the treatment.”

“Yes, Headmistress,” Morana said, bending over, digging a white bottle out of the cabinet. “This will stink,” she warned me before dumping the highly strong chemical on top of my hair without caring that it was dripping down my forehead.

I quickly closed my eyes, so they wouldn't burn. God, she wasn't kidding. That stuff smells horrible. I had to fight the urge to throw up.

Several hours later, my hair has now been cut. It was reaching down past my butt before the cut, and now it reaches my mid back. My eyes brows have been shaped with a strong arch on each side. Almost every inch of my body has been waxed, and that was not pleasant at all. I was doing okay until they waxed my armpits, but the pain got to be too much, and I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

“Humans are too weak. They are like babies,” Morana whispered to the Headmistress, who just nodded her head and agreed.

Once we were done, the Headmistress allowed us to sleep on the floor only if we all agreed to sleep standing up and if we messed up our hair and make – up, we would be punishment. I barely slept last night, well, this morning. The sleep schedule will take some getting used to.

It is now close to midnight, and I am presently standing in a line with about fifty other human girls that have also been chosen to become pets for the seniors. We are in the great hall. Three long dining tables in rows take up the center of the room and a long table in front of them facing the rest. Candles shining brightly along the walls and breakfast filling the tables.

Oh my goodness, all that food looks delicious. I groaned inside my head just as my stomach growled agreeing with me.

“I can't wait to eat all the food I can,” whined a black hair girl to my left, and I have to agree with what she said, I can't wait either.

“I can't wait to see who will become my master. I hope it's the Prince. I heard he is extremely handsome, black hair, firm jaw line, and can already read minds,” whispered another on my right.

“I always dreamed about being a princess,” murmurs the girl behind me.

Oh, good God.

“Even if the prince picks you to be his blood pet, that doesn't make you a princess,” I informed whoever that silly girl was.

“He could fall in love with me,” she whined. “The Headmistress did say they have mates. I could be his,”

“No you can't. It's against their law. You think the prince of vampires is going to allow himself to fall in love with a human?”

“It could happen,” she defended, sounding as if she were getting annoyed with me.

“It won't happen,” I reminded her and dropped the subject.

The sooner she gets her head out of the clouds, the better. She is here for one thing and one thing only, to be sucked on, used as a personal blood bag. They do not care about us. To them, we are lower than them. We are beneath them. I have seen plenty of pets being brought back to the pet store in worse shape than they left because their master abused them, and that's only the ones that came back.

I have heard stories of some pets being killed during the heat, the male vampire getting too lost in his pleasure and need for blood, that he ends up sucking his pet dry.

“Alright girls,” the Headmistress clapped her hands sharply and stood in front of us. “My senior class is going to soon be coming in. You will stand completely still, you will not speak, you will smile. Everyone, go ahead and push your hair over one shoulder and expose one side of your neck. I do not care which side, just as long as one side of it is shown so that my students can look,” she ordered.

I grabbed my hair and pulled it over my left shoulder, highly aware that the strapless red dress I am wearing doesn't only expose my neck but my shoulder as well. All of us pets are wearing the same floor - length satin red dress with black heels. Our hair all down and red lipstick is on our lips.

“Excellent. Now, the students will pick by rank, meaning the prince himself will be allowed to have first choice. I expect the pet he chooses to be on her very best behavior. If he isn't pleased with her, his parents, the king, and queen, could become very displeased with the program and I will not allow that,” the Headmistress hissed and stopped, eyes roaming over us, waiting.

“Yes, Headmistress,” we all whispered.

“Once your new master has picked you, you will follow him or her into their dorm room, and they will explain to you what you additional rules that they expect you to follow. They will also show you where you will sleep,” she explained.

“Yes, Headmistress,” we murmured.

A few seconds later, that big black double doors open and the students start to walk in. I sucked in a shaking breath as I watched the girl vampires walking gracefully into the room, eyes roaming over us with sadistic grins on their faces. The boys were even more graceful. Each one, the way they walked, demanded they be respected. They were all wearing the same uniform: black dress pants on the boys, skirts on the girls matched with a white silk button-up shirt, a black vest, and a red tie.

“Welcome seniors,” the Headmistress calls and turns to face her students. “Welcome all to your senior years here at Vampire Academy. It has been a pleasure to watch each one of you grow into becoming young adults. It has been my privilege, as well as the other professors, to have helped teach and guide you to become ready for the world out there,” she said happily and placed her red manicured hand over her chest. “And my honor.”

I wonder if she says this to all her senior classes, or just the ones with important democrats.

Vampires can have children. It just takes them a very long time. They can only produce one egg during the heat once they turn eighteen, but that doesn't mean those eggs turn into little baby blood suckers. I have heard stories about the queen being three thousand years' old before she was able to get pregnant with the prince.

I bet his a mommas boy.

“Now you all may choose your new pet according to your rank. Prince Felix, you may decide first,” the Headmistress sighed happily and proudly.

“Oh, the prince,” a girl near me whispered excitedly.

“I heard his gorgeous for a bloodsucker,” whispered another, and I had to close my eyes so that nobody would catch me rolling my eyes.

When I opened them again, I saw a tall boy coming forward, black hair, strong jaw and red wine colored eyes as he walked forward with his hands in his pants pockets with such grace. He wasn't even bothered to watch where his feet were stepping. His eyes roamed over us as he came to a stop on the right side of the line.

He began to slowly walk in front of the group, looking at the girls as he got closer and closer to where I was standing in the front of the long line.

Please god, don't let him pick me.

I don't want to be the prince's pet, anyone but him. My life is already a shithole I don't need to worry about dealing with a prince and his royal parents in their castle. In fact, I will happily take the less ranking boy here before the prince.

I have no delusions, just because he is a prince doesn't actually mean he is a prince that us humans would have loved to marry when we were children.

He's a leech.

A filthy blood sucker.

My heart almost beat out of my chest as he came to a stop in front of me. His eyes roamed over my face, my neck, and my body as he looked at me. “Name,” he barked, snarl on his lips.

I'm not dumb. I remember what the Headmistress said. I need to have permission to speak first. I'd rather not visit those dungeons my first day in this horrible place.

“May I speak?” I asked softly.

“Speak pet. What is your name?” The prince Felix demanded, red eyes glowing bright as he stared down at me.

“Emma,” I whispered.

“Emma,” he growled, and continued to review me before ordering. “Turn.”

Swallowing down the lump that was stuck in my throat, I slowly turned around, allowing him to look me over, feeling like I really was cattle for action and he was my bidder.

Fucking leech, I screamed inside my head and kept that fake smile plastered on my face.

“I have chosen. Emma will be my pet,” Prince Felix announced, not taking his eyes off me.

What?

No.

This can't be happening. I do not want to be his f*****g pet. He will just make my already f****d up life, much more f****d up. I just know it.

“Come pet,” he snarled and walked away, leaving me no choice but to rush forward to catch up.

“Oh man. She is so lucky,” one of the girls in the program whined.

“That human better not cross a line. His mine,” that snarl from a vampire girl was the last thing I heard before I followed the prince out of the great hall.