Vampire Slave Series: The Prophecy

Amabell sat there staring at her friends through the darkness. They all head their heads down and she could hear a few of them whimpering. It frightened her to think what they would do to them. She was scared for her friends. There was a loud bang, causing them all to jump and turn towards the door. It flew open, the light making them cringe and turn away. A few large figures walked towards them. Amabell barely got a glance at her older brother before being pulled to her feet and thrown from the small room with so much force that the air was knocked from her lungs when she hit the ground. Her friends, Amber and Brienne, were pulled out after her and thrown to their knees. "Get to your feet, slave!" A deep voice growled at Amabell. When she didn't listen she was pulled to her feet by force. A sharp pain shot through her side and she winced. The tall men grabbed her friends and pulled them out of sight. Next was her brother Jake. He was shoved to the ground too, looking up at his sister. He wanted to tell her everything was going to be alright. That they both would make it out of this. He couldn’t even convince himself. "Be brave, Bell," he whispered. She nodded but couldn't help be afraid. Vampires were known to kill their slaves for no reason. She had no idea if she was going to see her brother or any of her friends again. She fought back tears as she stared into her brother's blue eyes before he was taken away. Standing alone in the dark hall, she had no idea what was next for her. Were they going to kill her where she stood? Maybe send her off to a house where she worked for little food? The sound of heels clicking echoed around her. Someone was walking towards her but she couldn't tell from where. Then, a young woman walked from the shadows. She was taller than Amabell and had curly brown hair that hung past her chest. When she got closer her green eyes seemed to glow. She was very beautiful and seemed friendly but that didn't stop Amabell from trembling at the sight of her. "You don't have to be afraid." The woman's voice was soft and sweet. Amabell didn't reply. More footsteps followed the strange beautiful lady. More large vampires glared down at her like she was some disgusting animal. "Leave her!" The woman barked at them. They seemed to hiss at her and backed away. "Come dear." She held her arm out for Amabell. Amabell was hesitant but walked over to her. The woman directed her down the dark hall she came from but didn't follow. When Amabell was out of sight she turned back to the men. "You do not harm her. She belongs to the king." "Yes, Ms. Jordana," they said and walked away. ** Amabell walked into a huge office. Red, silk curtains covered the large windows and the walls were lined with portraits of men and woman that seemed to be alive. Amabell has never seen live pictures before. Jordana walked in behind Amabell, closing the door behind her quietly. "Sir?" Jordana called out. It was quiet for the longest time before a young man walked out from an unseen room. "Amabell Marie. So nice to meet you.” His voice was sweet and friendly. She could only stand there and stare at him. His pale skin shined in the lights like porcelain and his smile was just as white as his skin. He was a gorgeous man but had a certain look about him. There was no doubt that this man was the king that ruled over the vampires. “I’m so sorry all of this. It must be terrifying for you.” She was unable to speak due to the fear that overwhelmed her. “Don’t be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you.” She opened her mouth but words didn't come out. Her body tensed when he walked closer to her. "I don't blame you. It's a little scary but I promise you that you will not be harmed. Nor will your brother or friends." He gave her a sweet smile then turned to his large desk. "There is someone who will be taking care of you while you stay here. He will be your master for the time being but I doubt you will be seeing a lot of him. He is very...hard headed per-say. Judith!" Yet another young, very good looking man walked in behind them. He was an even younger version of the king and by the looks of him, he did not want to be here. "What father?" He growled. "This is Amabell, the girl you are to take care of." Jude stared at Amabell in disgust. "I told you I don't need to take care of them," Jude hissed. "You are going to take care of her. Show her to her room and give her clothes." With that, the king turned away and walked back in the back room. Jude turned, not looking at Amabell, to Jordana. "Jordana, could you take it?" He asked. Jordana sighed and shook her head. "This is your job. You need to learn some responsibility Jude." She walked out the of room, leaving Jude and Amabell alone. Whatever they had planned for Amabell, she knew things were just going to get worse. Jude glared back at Amabell with hate in his red eyes.