I woke up to the smell of smoke. Bolting out of bed, I ran out of my room and into my fathers, he wasn’t there so I ran to the kitchen where I see him, on the ground, unmoving. “Dad!” I call, “Daddy,” I scream after a few seconds. I started to run towards my father when I feel a hand go on my waist.
“NO! Daddy! Daddy help!” I screamed.
“It’s ok, we’re here to help,” I hear a female’s voice.
I turn my head to see a firefighter and I stop struggling.
A few minutes later, I see the firefighters that came in come out, holding stretcher. When the firefighters turn, I saw a body bag on the stretcher and I knew my father was dead. “NO!” I cried falling to my knees, bawling my eyes out.
After several hours had past, I found I had no living relatives so I was to move to an orphanage.
When I walked into the orphanage's door, a bell from the door rang. The two males that was there turned. One of them, a boy with golden brown hair and dark blue eyes. The boy whispers something to his older man, probably his father. His father nods and gets up.
As they walk towards me, I noticed the boy looking at me with interest. "Hello my dear, what's your name?" The older man asks.
Really uncomfortable I tell him, even though I didn't want to. "Lacey."
"How old are you Lacey?" The boy asked.
"Why do you ask?" I respond.
"She's sixteen." The social worker that brought me here answered.
I shot him a glare. "Father." The boy asked.
"I chose her." He spoke.
Confusion fills my face, “Alright, I’ll go get the papers so you can have her,” His father tells him.
"Excuse me?" I growled, "Don't you dare treat me like some pet. I am a human being, so don't go telling your son he can ‘have’ like I'm some kind of pet." My forest green eyes glaring at them.
The boy chuckled. "A feisty one, huh?" He asked with a smirk.
I growled at him, wanting to slap that smirk right off of his face.
A few minutes later, the father's father came back with some papers. "I have the forms, all we need to do know, is decide what kind of slave you want her to be and we can take her home." The father said.
"What! I am NO ONE'S slave!" I growled.
"Oh but you are, my son owns you now."
"He does NOT 'own' me. No one does." I inform him, trying my best not to lash out at him.
The man sighs, "Here look at this." He tells me handing me the papers.
I snatched the paper from him and read.
"Ok then, I'm going to live with a couple of lunatics who think their vampires, great." I said sarcastically.
"We are vampires," The son told me.
"Right," I started dragging the word, "And you expect me to believe that?"
Suddenly, the son's teeth grew into fangs, and so did his father.
"Those are fake." I tell them.
The son shakes his head and brings his finger to his teeth and scrapes it against it. Blood came sprinkling down. A few seconds later, he grabbed a napkin and wiped the blood away. There wasn't even a scratch.
I shake my head, fear entering my body for the first time since I was losing my mom to cancer that was when I was when I was ten.
"Have you heard the slave jobs?" The son asked.
“Yes,” I answer
“Great, can you tell me what they are then?”
"Blood slave, house slave, cooking slave, and sex slave." I respond.
"Correct, you'll be the perfect sex slave." The son tells me.
"Hell no," I growled.
The son chuckled and walked towards me, absentmindedly I took a step back. That happened a couple more steps before the son disappeared. A split second later, I yelped as I feel someone pick me up bridal style. I hear the son chuckle.
I turn and glare at him. "Put. Me. Down." I growled.
He ignored me, and continued to walk.
Once we were at a silver car, his father opened the door, and the son put me in the car, he even buckled me up. Once I was buckled up, the son came and sat next to me, He grabbed my hand. I tried to pull my hand away, but that only caused him to pull my hand forward, causing me to fall against him, he held me there, and not matter how much I struggled, he would not let me go, I would scream, but I was too afraid of what he'd do to me. I must’ve fallen asleep, because when I open my eyes, I was on a bed with someone kissing my neck. I move my arms to push the person away, but the person didn't budge.
“Good, you’re awake,” I hear the boy whisper in my ear.
My eyes narrowed into a death glare. He gets off of me, and said, “Start stripping.”
I didn’t listen.
“Look, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way,” He tells me.
I gave him a dirty look. The boy sighs, and before I knew it, he was on top of me again, removing me of my clothing. Terror hides behind my glaring eyes as I struggle to get out of his grasp.
All too soon, the boy had stripped me of all of my cloths. I covered my chest, turned my head away, and closed my eyes as he took off his own clothing.
I feel a dip in the bed, and I knew the vampire was on the bed. I squeeze my legs together, but he separated them and went inside of me.
After several minutes of him kissing my neck the vampire whispered, “I don’t believe I told you my name. It’s Xavier.”