Master

Chapter Eleven

My eyes shot open. Did it work? Did the procedure really work? It had to have, or else I would be dead. The craving for blood was gone. Surly I wasn't a vampire anymore.

"It worked," I heard Chanyeol's voice say. I looked to my left and Chanyeol was standing in the doorway with a bowl in hand and faint smile on his face. "Here," he said as he approached me. "I'm sure your hungry after that."

I took the bowl. It was filled with different types of fruit: blueberries, peaches, watermelon, grapes, and strawberries.

"Thank you," I said as I ate a grape.

He nodded in acknowledgement. "When your done eating, let's go on a walk. I'm sure you don't go outside very often anymore."

I thought about what he said. I realized that the only time I'd really gone outside while I was with Master Baekhyun was when I ran away. "Ok," I answered.

When I finished the bowl of fruit, Chanyeol gave me a coat and took me outside. Though the sun was bright in the sky, it didn't quite heat up the tundra. An arctic fox scurried away from the house as we walked outside.

We walked for awhile, not saying anything until I broke the silence by asking, "Will I be returned to Master Baekhyun?"

Chanyeol sighed, his breath becoming foggy in the cold air. "That's what I brought you out here to talk about," he began. "No, you will not be returned to him. He legally disowned you when he told me to let you die." I was relieved for a moment, until he continued. "But you are still, by law, a slave, which means that I have to sell you."

My eyes widened and my jaw hung open. I was being sold? Again? "Why can't I just stay with you?" I pleaded.

"I'd keep you if I could," he said. "But you are nothing more than property in the eyes of the government. I can't just take someone's property, even if they don't want it."

"When will I be taken to the auction house?" I asked him.

"I have to take you tomorrow," he dismally answered. I felt a tear begin streaming down my face, only to be wiped away by Chanyeol. "It's okay, Inell," he assured me. "It's all gonna be okay."

The next morning, he drove me to the auction house. I didn't speak to Chanyeol the whole way there, I couldn't. I knew that it wasn't his fault. He was just abiding by the law, but so were my parents. I just couldn't look anyone in the face who was going to sell me to a complete stranger. And don't even get me started on Master, or at this point ex-Master, Baekhyun, who was willing to let me die.

When we arrive there, I instantly take notice to the fact that we're at the Northern Auction House.

Oh no...

While the other auction houses avoided beating the slaves too badly to preserve their skin, the Northern Auction House didn't care. They didn't even try to hide the fact either. Girls were dressed in skimpy clothing to show off their bodies, but in doing so it also showed off their scars.

"Why did you bring me to this one?" I asked Chanyeol, the nervousness abundantly clear in my voice.

"I'm required to take you to the nearest auction house," he explained. "Sorry."

He took me inside to the receptionist's desk.

"I have a slave to drop off," he told the receptionist.

When the receptionist looked at him, there was a quick look of disapproval in her eyes, but it was gone as quick as it had shown up. Chanyeol was right. People did make assumptions about him based on his hair.