You know, I never understood why our two worlds couldn’t get along. I mean sure they have more strength and speed than us, but does that really matter? Besides strength and speed, are we really that different? But of course in this world, power and strength mean everything, and if you didn’t have any, you were nobody.
And those are the kind of thoughts that run through my mind as I stand back stage, awaiting my turn to receive my new given future, and my new life. The life where I’m nothing but some blood bag, and as sad as it is, it’s true.
“Next up we have Arielle Reece. Arielle is 18 years of age, with no health problems, or allergies with the rare blood type of AB positive. Let's start the bidding at $350,” the announcer said, just as I’m shoved on stage. I just tuned out the rest of the auction, not really caring. Why does it matter anyways? I’m going to end up dead anyways. That is until heard the worst thing a slave could ever hear.
“Sold to the lord himself Harry Styles,” I’m dead. There is no possible way I’ll last a week with him! I’ll be dead within three days!
“Please wait until the end of the auction to pick her up,” the announcer said before I was dragged off stage. I was shoved back into my tiny room before the door slammed shut.
How could this happen? My mother had always said good things happen to good people, but look at me now. I’ve been good all my life, I’ve never caused a crime, and I’ve always been kind towards others. Sure I've had my mistakes here and there, but nothing too major. So why is this happening to me? Maybe I'm over exaggerating a little, but could you blame me? I’ve heard stories of what happens behind the closed doors of the palace, and let me tell you, they’re not exactly your fairy tale fantasies. I’m cut off from my thoughts by the sound of a door opening. My head snapped up to see my new owner, Harry Styles standing right in front of me.
“Hello, love,” he said in his thick Cheshire accent. I just smiled up at him, afraid of getting in trouble for speaking.
“You don’t have to be shy, love, I won’t hurt you,” he said softly, but how could I trust him? How do I know he’s not lying? He softly grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet, then guiding me out the door and down the long narrow hall. We stopped in front of a limo. He opened the door gesturing me to go in. I cautiously climbed in, careful not to do something wrong. Harry climbed in after me, signaling to the driver that it was time to go home.
We soon pulled up to a huge a castle causing my jaw to drop to the floor. The place is huge! which I guess I should have expected for the fact that it's a castle. I waited for instructions once the car came to a stop. Harry grabbed my hand causing me to flinch a little, before leading me inside. As we entered, he leaned down and whispered.
“You don’t have to be afraid, love,” causing a million butterflies to fill my stomach, but why? What does it mean?
A lot of you had requested I continue. So, I did! Let me know what you guys think of the chapter.