I'm Your Favorite Sin

“Going for twenty thousand crimsons” yelled the auction speaker. Wynta was tied up with the other girls on the pole, like meat for sale. Well, in this context, maybe they actually were meat, seeing how the vampires were looking at them hungrily, waiting to quench their thirst and hunger with their blood. The first woman had been bought by Consort Kai, a fat and notorious vampire chief who was always hungry for blood. “Next is Lia, a human from the northeastern gates,” said the auction speaker. “Five thousand!” “Twenty thousand!” “Thirty thousand!” They all yelled. Seeing how fat Lia was, it was a sure thing that she would have enough blood to fill up at least five vampires. Of all the wealthy vampires trying to bargain for food, only one wasn't as impressed as the others. Lucien Veyr( the great lord of the east and north vampire empire) His eyes were locked on Wynta, as if he had marked her even before she got there. “Next is Wynta. She's a hybrid, a mixed-blood,” said the auction speaker. The whole room went silent. Then came the immediate muttering. “A hybrid?” “No one dares buy such a disgusting thing!” “They should just throw her to the wild animals rather than bring her here to disgust us!” “Who's buying?” asked the auction speaker. “Six crimsons,” said Consort Kai. “No one wants her anyway.” “Six crimsons going! Going!” “Twenty crimsons.” Lucien Veyr had finally spoken, his gaze still fixed on Wynta. “Twenty crimsons going!” “Fifty crimsons!” Consort Kai interrupted. That greedy pig could eat anything, and now that he had seen the Great Overlord wanted her, he wanted her for himself, too. “One million!” Lucien Veyr declared. The hall was filled with shock. No one dared to bid any higher. “One million going! Going! Gone!” Wynta could barely see anyone. She was weak after being severely beaten before they tied her up. They untied her and dragged her away. ––––––––––– No one knew how Wynta came into this world. No one knew that before she became something everyone hated, she was simply the daughter of a vampire woman and a werewolf man who had loved each other more than anything. Her mother died the day she was born, a victim of the very blood that made Wynta different. Her father stayed for five years. Five years of raising his daughter, loving her, and trying to fill the emptiness left by the woman he had lost. But some wounds never heal, and some heartbreaks are too heavy to carry. Unable to bear a world without his beloved wife, he left his daughter behind, leaving a five-year-old girl alone in a world that would never accept her. ––––––––––––––– Three Months Earlier. “You should go,” wynta said, even though her hands were still wrapped around his arm. Darius glanced at her. “You just told me to stay for a little longer.” “And now I'm telling you to stay a little longer again.” He laughed. “Wynta, my mother will be waiting for me.” “I know.” “Then why are you looking at me like that?” She didn't answer. Instead, she moved closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. He looked at her for a moment before shaking his head. “You're trouble, you know that?” “Your trouble.” Before he could reply, she kissed him. He seemed surprised at first, but it didn't take long for him to kiss her back. Wynta smiled against his lips, happy that she had managed to keep him with her a little longer. Neither of them had a proper place to meet where people wouldn't disturb them, so they had found a quiet spot away from the main path, hidden from anyone who might pass by. All Wynta cared about was him. Then they heard voices. Male voices. He pulled away from her, and the smile disappeared from his face. “Did you hear that?” he whispered. Wynta nodded. Footsteps approached from the other side of the bushes. Before either of them could move, three men appeared in front of them. For a moment, nobody spoke. Then one of the men smiled. “Well, look what we've found.” Wynta and Darius exchanged a nervous glance. Neither of them knew what to say or do. Darius slowly reached for her hand, holding it tightly as the three men approached them.