This Cannot be Happening...

Ok, this is a sex-slave vampire story.

Here is a sneak peak to the first chapter:

Chapter One
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.


7. Chapter Seven (Edited)

Xavier woke me up the usual way, which consists on his lips leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. 
"Come on Lacey, time to get up," Xavier whispers in my ear. 
I get off the bed and do my usual routine. 
First I get in the shower, next I put shampoo in my hair before rinsing I shave my legs and armpits. Once that was done, I rinse my hair and wash my body. 
I stepped into the steamy bathroom and dry my body off before putting on my disgusting uniform. Once that was done, I blow dry my hair and let if all into its natural curl. I really wanted to skip the makeup, but knowing I would get punished I got my makeup bag from the bottom drawer of the sink and grabbed out my red lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, and some blush. Luckily Xavier didn't make me wear eye-shadow. 
Once I was done with that, I walked out of the room to see Xavier waiting for me on the bed. 

~After Class~ 

I was on the floor, writing a poem waiting for Xavier to get back from his daily group, the one where only vampires are allowed to attend. 
Once I was done with the poem, I shut my journal and locked it. Next I put it where I keep my makeup. 
I look at the time; I have an hour and a half 'til Xavier gets back. 
I sighed as I looked at the mirror. My light brown hair reminded me of my mom, that's where I got my hair from. My little sister, she got her dark brown hair from our father. 
My sister and I shared our father's forest green eyes, and our mother's dimples. 
I shake my head and turn away from the mirror, trying not to let the tears that were stinging in my eyes escape. 
Normally I would be able to stop the tears, but this time, I couldn't. The tears wouldn't stop or go away, instead the tears kept pouring down my face. Soon, my tears turned to sobs. I lean against the wall in the bathroom, sunk to the floor and began to sob. 

Several minutes have passed, and I felt the need to puke. 
Once I had finished puking, I brush my teeth, making sure I don't think of my family as I did so. 

I was laying on the floor, listening to my IPod Touch, the one my father gave me when Xavier came in with some food. When the smell of the waffles filled my nose, I bolted up from the floor, taking my ear-buds out of my ears and ran to the bathroom. 

"Are you getting sick?" Xavier asked me when I came back into the room. 
I shrug, "Dunno," I answer. 

~Two Weeks Later~ 
I groan as I felt the need to puke... Again. 

I quickly got out of the hold Xavier had on me and barely made it to the bathroom in time. 

"I'm calling a doctor to see if they can see you tomorrow morning," Xavier told me when I was done. 


"Pregnant!" I exclaimed. 
"Yes, you're a month into the semester," She told me with a smile. 
My eyes closed as a groan escaped my lips. 

When Xavier and I entered the room I said, "I'm not keeping it." 
"You are not getting an abortion." Xavier told me. 
"I know I'm not, I'm giving it up for adoption." I tell him. 
"No you are not. That child could be the heir to the throne," Xavier told me. 
"I don't want a baby Xavier!" I growled. 
"Too bad because your having one." Xavier told me. 
"Fine, but just to let you know, I am not having anything to do with this baby. Once it's out of me, I'm done caring for it." I tell him. 
"Lacey, that child needs a mother," Xavier told me. 
"And I'll give it a mother, when she adopts it." I tell him. 
"You are not giving our child up for adoption, and quit calling him or her it," Xavier orders. 
"I can call it whatever I want." I tell him. 
"Lacey, you are about to have a third strike, watch it." Xavier warns.

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