Sold to the Billionaire Vampire

New Home

With that declaration out of the way he released her hand. “Let’s go see our room now.” Draco turned and walked away, leaving Talia standing alone in the foyer, assuming she would follow.

She stood for a few more moments, completely stunned as she absorbed his words. Her body was shaking from fear and indignation, her heart pounding in her chest so hard she was seeing dark spots at the edges of her vision. Her life was over.

She knew that there was no hope for her left with this man, and she should began to accept her fate. With one last breath, she followed after him, into the darkness of her new home.

Talia followed Draco through the labyrinthine corridors of the castle, each turn leading her deeper into the oppressive darkness. The towering walls were covered in tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures, their ominous presence adding to her growing unease. The air was heavy and cold, devoid of any sign of life or warmth.

She was acutely aware of his presence next to her, his footsteps echoing against the hard stone floor sending shivers down her spine. He was completely silent, his aura exuding malevolence that made the hairs stand straight up on the back of her neck.

They finally approached a set of large, ornate doors carved with grotesque images of snarling beasts. Draco pushed them open with a single hand, the heavy wood swinging inward with a low groan, revealing a vast, cavernous chamber. Talia’s breath caught as she entered the room feeling something akin to shock, as she expected something more like a dungeon, rather than the beautiful accommodations she now found before her.

The room was every bit as grand as her bedroom in the palace though definitely not designed to her taste. A dramatic, high-ceilinged space, with a large four-poster bed draped in crimson velvet sat in the center of the room, dominating the space. A huge fireplace stood against one wall, its hearth empty. The room was lit by dozens of candles, the flickering flames dancing on the dark stone, casting long, eerie shadows that danced around the room like spirits. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before.

“This… is our room?” she asked, her voice barely audible, her gaze sweeping over the opulence that was, yet still felt, cold and unwelcoming.

Draco turned to her, a small, cruel smile playing on his lips. “Yes, little princess. This is our chamber. Make yourself comfortable. You’ll be spending the rest of your life here.” His words, though delivered with a soft, almost gentle tone, felt sharp as shattered glass, cutting her to the bone.

Talia wanted to scream. She wanted this all to be a dream. She fought down the panic rising in her chest, the reality of the situation almost too much to bear. She would spend the rest of her days, alone, with this man. This monstrous man.

She walked deeper into the room, her fingers trailing along the cold, hard surface of a nearby table. The room felt empty, devoid of any personal touches; it was a space dominated by wealth and coldness, much like her new husband. Nothing about it made her feel safe.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and slowly her hand moved to her belly. She wondered if being his wife meant that she would have to have a baby with him? She shuddered, her face paling, at the thought that she could ever be pregnant with this monster’s child. His seed inside of her was a horrifying thought that she didn't want to have.

“I’m not going to stay here. I’m not going to do anything you want me to do,” she said, trying to put some of the rage she was feeling into her voice. She found some pleasure in watching the amusement on his face twist to irritation at her words.

“Oh really? Remember those vows you took a couple of hours ago? Did you miss the section on 'obey'? Besides that, do you really think you have a choice? You don't. You have no choice. I don't know how to make it more plain to you. You cannot fight against me, little girl. ” his voice was no longer soft as he moved to grab her arm, his fingers squeezing her so hard she knew he would leave bruises.

Talia flinched at his rough touch, but didn’t look away. She would not let him see that she was afraid any more. She didn't know she had such anger inside her. Nothing in her life up until now had made her feel anything like this rage. “I do have a choice. I’ll never… I’ll never be yours. Not really.”

Draco chuckled, the sound low, menacing and not at all amused. “You are mine, little princess. It’s just a matter of time before you accept it. I have eternity to wait.”

He released her arm, stepping back. Suddenly, the air rushed back into her lungs. She stumbled but caught herself before she fell back onto the velvet-draped bed. When she looked up, she watched Draco tug at the bow tie around his neck which fell away exposing black ink crawling up his throat His tuxedo jacket came next dropping to the floor as if it was worth no more than an old faded T-shirt. When he began unbuttoning his crisp white dress shirt, Talia turned her back to him, her cheeks warming.

"Don't worry little princess, I have business to attend to. You are safe from my attentions. For now." The silence lengthened with no noise except the continuing swish of fabric behind her as Draco continued to change clothes. Talia tried to remember to breath normally.

Finally, Draco addressed her again. "Now, little princess, get some rest. I'll send someone up to help you out of your gown."

And with that, he was gone, leaving her alone in her fancy prison.