Vampire Slave Series: The Prophecy

Chapter Two

Amabell’s POV

I walked slowly behind him, trying to avoid any contact. I could feel the hatred for me and I didn’t understand it. Just the way he walked scared me. I just wanted to keep my distance.

He stopped in front of a door and turned to me with such speed that I didn't realized I was against the wall until I was staring down into his evil eyes. His hand wrapped around my throat and his face was so close to mine his breath touched my lips. "You are going to stay out of my way. I don't want to see you while you are here or I will break each bone in your body one by one." I tried to swallow but his hand tightened around my throat. His smile raised the hairs on the back of my neck. "So easy to break your neck." He scowled and pushed me to the floor. Without a second look he pushed the door open.

"You're room is there."

He left me sitting on the floor with tears in my eyes. All I wanted was my brother and I was afraid I'll never see him again. I got to my feet before another one of them found me and entered the room.

The ceiling seemed never ending, making me feel like an ant in a hole. The walls were stone but had a 21st century look to them. Almost like a made over dungeon but it was more beautiful. There was only one window, covered in blood red curtains and the bed towered over me with red sheets and a red feather blanket. Was everything they had red?

"Let's get you dressed dear." I jumped around to a young woman who had rushed over to the wooden dresser. I hadn't heard her come in. She didn't waste time as she pulled something red out of the top dresser and rushed over to me.

"May I ask what's going on?" I asked. Her emerald eyes met mine and I gasped. She was human.

"You're having dinner with the Royal family. You are one lucky girl." She shoved the cloth into my hands and pushed me to the bathroom.

"Lucky?" I don't know about her but right now I didn't feel lucky. Being put into slavery wasn't lucky to me considering I would never see my friends or family ever again.

"You're the first human to have dinner with the family. Now put that on and meet me out here," She said. She closed the door behind me. I turned to stare at myself in a large mirror. Why was everything in this place so big? I unfolded the cloth to reveal a knee high red dress.

I just stood there staring at it.

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When the human girl was done with me I didn't look myself. My long hair was curled and the dress hugged my body in all the right places. This wasn’t something I would wear normally.

She put me in red heels which were hard to walk in and hurt my heels. If I was a slave, why were they dressing me up like some princess?

The woman directed me to a dining room just as big as the rest of the place. Even the table stretched the length of the room. I felt like I was in a castle, making me feel even more like a princess. But a princess doesn't have a master who hates her and threatens to break her. Not in the fairy tales I was told as a child.

The king sat at the far end of the table and I was directed to sit next to him. He gave me a warm smile but it did nothing to make me feel warm. "You look nice, Amabell," He said. I just nodded and stared down at the table. The sound of a door opening made me look up as Jude walked in. My heart beat against my chest. I avoided his glares.

"You don't have to be afraid. He's not going to hurt you," the king assured me.

Jude sat across from me and I could feel his eyes burn into me.

A waitress appeared with a rolling cart that carried the food. She was human, like the girl that helped me dress, and was as pale as a ghost. She looked as if the blood was drained from her body. The thought frightened me. Why were they keeping me and what for? They surely don't treat slaves this way. This slave looked like she hasn't eaten in weeks.

She set a plate with a large steak on it in front of me. The smell made my stomach growl instantly. Cooked to perfection. I noticed the steak she set in front of the king and Jude was raw and bloody. I looked away, trying to focus on my own food. I was hungry and didn’t want to lose my appetite in fear I wouldn’t eat again when they decided to starve me like this poor girl.

She then sat a glass of red liquid in front of me and I just stared at it.

"Don't worry, it's wine," the king said. He raised his own glass to me and took a sip. I picked my glass up and brought it to my lips. The smell was heavenly and the taste eased my sore throat as it went down.

"How’s work going, Jude?" King asked. He took a bite of his raw steak and moved his attention to Jude, who was just glaring at his plate much like he did me. I took this chance to cut a piece of my own steak off and shove it in my mouth. It made me uncomfortable eating with eyes watching me so for a moment I was glad to be able to get a break from their evil stares.

I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy the food hitting my taste buds. If I wasn’t terrified of one of them ripping my throat out I would have. I took a spoon full of the mashed potatoes that were on my plate, raking my teeth against my fork. Before I knew it I had half of my plate gone. I hadn’t noticed the king watching me until I reached for my wine. Embarrassed, I sipped slowly. He smiled at me like he enjoyed seeing me enjoy the food.

After dinner, the King told Jude to spend a little more time getting to know me which sent me into quiet panics. Did he not see the hatred his son had for me? I was almost certain if I was going to die here it would be by Jude’s hand.

I followed behind him back down the long, dark hallway. Still keeping my distance, I kept my eyes on his back. He wore a purple button up shirt that hugged his muscles. He seemed fit, which didn’t help my fear of him snapping my weak body in half at the snap of his fingers.

"Will you pick up your feet? And walk faster!" He barked behind him at me. I picked up my speed and tried taking longer strides but it was hard in these heels. The silence took over and my attention went to the pictures on the walls. A beautiful young lady, about in her twenties, sat in a golden picture frame. Her facial expression was sad and her brown eyes were cold. She swayed back and fourth in her seat and I jumped when her eyes met mine. Worry fluttered across her face and she suddenly stood up. Her mouth opened like she wanted to say something but she didn't. My gaze dropped as I ran into the back of Jude.

I gasped and jumped backwards. I was too busy watching the woman in the painting that I didn’t see he had stopped. I braced myself for the impact but he just glanced over his shoulder, shooting me a warning look. He balled his hand into a fist and knocked on the door we were standing in front of.

"What?" A man's voice came from the other side.

"I have something for you," Jude said. The door creaked open slowly and a man stepped out.

His eyes were golden yellow and his perfect pale skin shined in the hall light. He wore a wife-beater and jean. He glanced down at me then back at Jude. He then pushed the door open and stepped aside as if inviting us in.

But no one moved.

Jude spun around and pushed me into the dark room. I stumbled in and fell to my hands and knees. "Don't leave any marks. Dad has made it clear he doesn't want anything to happen to her." Jude sounded annoyed and disappeared altogether before I could protest.

The room was pitch black. I jumped to my feet and looked around, seeing nothing. Footsteps echoed around me but I wasn't sure from where. My heart raced and I wanted to turn and run for the door, if I could find it. It felt like I was in a spin ride at an amusement park and I wasn't sure which way was the exit. Then, a small light flicked on at the corner of the room and I saw the man standing next to a bed. He didn't take notice of me right away. He just went about like I wasn't even there. I knew how aware he was of me because the only sound was the rapid beating of my heart against my chest.

He picked up a half smoked cigarette and popped in his mouth then lit it. The cigarette got shorter with a few hits from it. He then glanced at me, squinting from the smoke. "You can sit down," he said, pointing to the bed. I silently declined. I was too afraid to speak. The fear choked me.

He shook his head then moved around the room. I kept my back from him, not trusting him no matter how friendly he acted. "So, you got Jude as a master? That sucks. A little s**t isn’t he?"

He seemed a bit irritated at my silence but kept his distance as he moved some small things around. His eyes kept coming back to me, dropping down as he checked me out like prey. I felt violated every time I caught him staring at my bare legs. I wanted to cover them. I wanted to wrap myself with the blanket on the bed so he couldn’t lick his lips when his eyes found my cleavage.

“You don’t have to be so shy.” He stepped closer to me. I didn’t dare move. Vampires were quick and I didn’t want to anger him. I didn’t want to think about what he would do if I did.

His long fingers brushed my hair from my shoulders. I moved from his reach when he tried touching my face. This made him smile. “You must have been a freak in the bedroom back home. Am I right?” When I didn’t answer him he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me close so there was no space between us. “Answer me.”

“No,” I said through clenched teeth.

His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head back. He pulled my body against his. I could smell the cigarettes and alcohol on his breath. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not,” I groaned.

“You didn’t have any boyfriends back home that you f****d hard?” His lips brushed mine and a smile played at his lips as his eyes closed. He seemed to be enjoying whatever was going through his mind. “Tell me stories. Tell me how you screamed out his name while riding him.”

I didn’t say anything.

I didn’t know what to say. I’ve never been with a man before. I was still a virgin. It was one thing I was proud of and at that moment I feared that would be taken from me tonight.

He shoved me to the bed, my face shoved into the mattress. His weight held me in that spot as his hand trailed up the back of my dress, over my backside. “Or did he take you from behind like this?” He forced me onto my hands and knees, grabbing a hold of my hair and leaning over me until his lips were close to my ear.

“P-please!” I begged, my voice shaking. My body was completely numb. I didn’t want to believe this was happening. It felt like a nightmare. I wanted to wake up in my warm bed. I wanted to see my brother again. Tears fell down my cheeks.

“You weren’t lying.” His voice was soft and his heavy, excited breaths hit my ear. “You’ve never had a good f**k before, have you?” I shook my head. He let go of me and I fell back to the bed. I let myself sink into his bed and silently sobbed. I heard him shuffling around with a glass, the sound of liquid being poured and a loud sigh coming from deep in his chest after he emptied his drink.

“I don’t have much experience with virgins. I like my woman to know what they like.” I looked up and seen him staring down at me, a whiskey glass in his hand. It almost looked like he pitied me. I used it to my advantage.

“Then let me go.” I kept my voice calm. I forced myself to stand and face him. Even though I never been more terrified in my life, I stood in front of him like I had no fear. “I’m no use to you. I have no idea what I’m doing. It wouldn’t be exciting for you.”

I prayed my lies would fool him. I even faked a smile. His eyes softened and he set his glass down on the stand next to the whiskey bottle. He was silent for the longest time. I let out a long silent breath of relief. I couldn’t believe I fooled him.

I turned towards the door and couldn’t wait to be out of there. The first thing I was going to do was go to the King and tell him about Jude throwing me to this…animal.

“Still…” He grabbed a hold of my arm, stopping me. I turned and met his hungry eyes. “You look too stunning in that dress.”

I was back on his bed, on my back with him hovering over me. The air seemed to empty my lungs as panic ran through my body. He didn’t waste time exploring under my dress with his eager hands. My eyes never left his. I couldn’t tear them away even if I wanted to. It was like I was hypnotized by those golden, soulless mirrors. I didn’t even fight when he smashed his lips to mine.

I wanted to scream but I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

My body wasn’t mine anymore.