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I sat down on his bed as requested. This had been normal for years.... "Stupid idiots! They never know what the hell they are doing!" The door slammed open, and he walked into the room. As soon as he did, I pulled my hair up and to the side with a hair tye, and took off the bandage covering my neck. He walked over to me, and bent over my neck. "Master Damon.... Please... Not with the door open..... It's embarrassing." He growled. "Shut up, slave." And with those harsh words, he bit into my skin, and induced pain through my body. I bit down on my tongue, and kept still, despite the immense pain that made me want to collapse. When he finally removed his fangs from my neck, I hung my head, letting my hair down, and blinking away tears. He sighed. "You always were scared of me... Go to your room. I will personally come get you for dinner hours." I knew that that meant he would bite me again, but I simply nodded, adding a "yes master Damon," before getting up, and dizzily walking to my room. It was small, and up a dangerous looking flight of stairs. The room had old wood panels with no paint or plaster, matched with a decent bed and a nightstand topped with a lamp. There was a wardrobe, but I mainly used it to hide away in so I could cry. I wasn't given much for clothing minus the few items I currently wore. Which consisted of a long sleeved white shirt and white leggings. Of course with undergarments. I shut the door, and hid away in the closet, tucking my knees to my chest, and whimpering quietly, so as to not disturb the other vampires in the residence. Eventually, I heard a short knock on my door, and then a sigh. Footsteps came to the wardrobe doors, and they swung open. "Crying again? Pathetic. I should punish you." I quickly stood up, and wiped my face, avoiding contact with him as required of me. "I'm sorry, master Damon. Please forgive me." He grabbed my wrists, and pushed my body against the wall before roughly biting into my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, wincing in pain. His grip on my wrists were tight, horribly tight, and his bite hurt so much. I was crying. I couldn't stop the constant flow of tears. "Please... I beg of you, stop! You're hurting me!" I whimpered out. He ignored my pleas, and soon enough, my vision grew blurry, and then the world began to spin, my knees buckled, and he lowered me to the floor. The last thing I saw were his cold grey eyes before I passed out. "No! We give her human blood!" "Why not your blood?" "She'll turn if I do that!" "Who is she anyway? She looks fairly rich." "From the looks of it, that sick f**k used her as a feed bag." I blinked, and looked around me. I was in his bed.....? Instantly, I leapt out of the bed, and crashed into someone, to which I screamed, and then I fell as my vision blurred intensely. "Hey, hey! Take it easy, miss. You're safe. You lost a lot of blood-" I shied away from the hands that touched my shoulders, and I shielded myself, leaning away. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Please allow me to help you to your feet." "I- he's going to kill me! Stay away! I don't want to die...." I mumbled the last part as I remembered the scenes from previously, and I tucked my knees to my chest, and began to cry. "Please. I can heal. Just let me help you." A hand touched my neck, and I slapped the hand away, scooting away from the male. My vision had cleared by now, but I refused to be helped by the very things that I feared. "Are you.... Scared? Afraid of me?" I nodded. "All of you." "You're afraid of vampires." I nodded again, and scooted further away from him. "Will you let a werewolf help you then?" I shook my head. "Human?" I bit my lip, and slowly, I nodded. He sighed. "Very well. Jeremy? CC?" "I'll do it. Poor Christian would scare her more." "Hey! I would not!" "Let go of me, you filthy rat!" The voice I recognized, and I looked up, searching. In fear, of course. If he saw me.... He'd kill me. He would no doubt kill me. Tears welled in my eyes at the thought of death, and I pursed my lips. A man dragged master Damon into the room by the collar of his shirt, and threw him in front of me. Or close. I whimpered, and shied away from him too. He sat up, and his eyes landed on me. He growled, and I flinched, pushing myself against the bed in hopes to move farther away. I was lifted off my feet, and I instantly kicked and struggled, to which I slammed my body against the floor, rolled, and struggled into an upright position, pushing myself into a corner. I tucked my knees to my chest, and wrapped my arms around my legs. "Please, I'm not going to hurt you." I lifted my head to look at the vampire, and I then looked at master Damon. "M-maybe not.... B-but he will...." I whispered. Then, I made eye contact. My eyes widened, and I quickly looked down, hiding my face. He would surely kill me now. "Get him out of here. Both of you!" "Let me go! You b***h! This is all your fault!" I whimpered, and blinked away tears, trying to stay in control of myself. The door slammed shut, and the vampire sighed. "Please, look up. He's gone. It's alright." Slowly, I looked up, and the vampire gave me a sad smile before handing me a tissue. Slowly, I took it, and wiped my face. When I looked at the tissue, there was tan material on it. I dropped the tissue, and wiped my face until it stopped coming off. "Jesus... Here. Just use this." He handed me a mirror, and I looked at my face. Half was decked out in weird, smearing stuff, while the other was my plain, normal face. I glared at my reflection, confused. "What.... Is this...?" I questioned as I wiped my finger across the part of my face that didn't look like me. "Makeup...?" I sighed. "I don't like it." I then wiped off the rest of my face with the white long sleeved shirt that I knew was his. I then set the mirror face down, and sighed again. "I'm forbidden from looking in mirrors... In case I die in front of one. There aren't any mirrors in here." I mumbled. "How did you get here?" "I was 8..." I looked at him, and then towards the door. "I had one ragged dress that barely covered my body, and I was put on a stage. Made to sit there and wait. Then.... Master Damon took claim." "Slave auctions..." I nodded. "Yes." "Then why would he dress you so well if... If you're a slave to him?" I shook my head. "He tried to hide that. He hates me. I don't know why he hasn't simply killed me yet..." "Do you want to die?" I bit my lip, holding back from crying once again. "No. But I don't want to live in fear. I don't want to be a slave the rest of my life." I hid my face, and broke into sobs. I couldn't hold in everything anymore. I justI quickly looked down, hiding my face. He would surely kill me now. "Get him out of here. Both of you!" "Let me go! You b***h! This is all your fault!" I whimpered, and blinked away tears, trying to stay in control of myself. The door slammed shut, and the vampire sighed. "Please, look up. He's gone. It's alright." Slowly, I looked up, and the vampire gave me a sad smile before handing me a tissue. Slowly, I took it, and wiped my face. When I looked at the tissue, there was tan material on it. I dropped the tissue, and wiped my face until it stopped coming off. "Jesus... Here. Just use this." He handed me a mirror, and I looked at my face. Half was decked out in weird, smearing stuff, while the other was my plain, normal face. I glared at my reflection, confused. "What.... Is this...?" I questioned as I wiped my finger across the part of my face that didn't look like me. "Makeup...?" I sighed. "I don't like it." I then wiped off the rest of my face with the white long sleeved shirt that I knew was his. I then set the mirror face down, and sighed again. "I'm forbidden from looking in mirrors... In case I die in front of one. There aren't any mirrors in here." I mumbled. "How did you get here?" "I was 8..." I looked at him, and then towards the door. "I had one ragged dress that barely covered my body, and I was put on a stage. Made to sit there and wait. Then.... Master Damon took claim." "Slave auctions..." I nodded. "Yes." "Then why would he dress you so well if... If you're a slave to him?" I shook my head. "He tried to hide that. He hates me. I don't know why he hasn't simply killed me yet..." "Do you want to die?" I bit my lip, holding back from crying once again. "No. But I don't want to live in fear. I don't want to be a slave the rest of my life." I hid my face, and broke into sobs. I couldn't hold in everything anymore. I just couldn't. For several minutes, I sobbed and cried into the silence, not caring if he could hear me. If master Damon could hear me. Finally, my sobs reduced to small whimpers, and I sighed. "I'm sorry." "Don't worry about it. You must really be afraid. In fact, I have an opposition for you." I bit lip. "You can't kill him... If he dies, so do I." "He forced you into a contract then?" I nodded. "Yes." "Well, there is a way to break it. Do you want to be free?" I nodded. "Of course I do! I mean- I'm sorry. I- He'll just kill me if I do that..." "I can protect you. Keep him away from you. But only if you let me." I shook my head. "What if you hurt me too?" "I won't. I give you my word. Please. Let me help you." I looked up, and he had his hand held out to me. Slowly, I reached my hand out, and took his hand. A sudden weight lifted off my body, and he helped me stand. I fell against him, and he put me upright. "Jeremy, take her to the car. We'll have Amelia get her some clothes when we get there." "Right." Two warm hands landed on my shoulders, and led me out of the room. We walked through all the halls, past all the rooms I knew by heart. He led me to the front door, and I leaned backwards. "We have to walk out that door..." I sighed, and nodded a bit before gripping the handle, and pulling open the door.