love that binds me

The giggling of girls let me know that the night shift had started. At the age of 17 i was apart of the working girls. The other girls in my tent prepared for another night while i groaned. The fresh bite marks signified us as vampire mistresses. No we weren't vamps ourselves but slaves to them.

Years ago vampires over ruled what was left of us. They corrupted what we knew as life. Money still was a sign of power and the only way we meagle humans could make it was trafficking. That's what my great-grand did. On the site of an old circus ground she slowly built her empire.

First it was her own three daughters_and herself. Loaning their bodies and blood to men for money. She soon had more kids. With the boys they were the protectors. If a certain man didn't want to pay up...things happened. The business grew from that. She started to kidnap girls, buy girls from other camps and worked her way up. She soon stopped working herself and forced her grandkids as well as the children of her first workers to start working at the tender ages of 5 for girls and 11 for boys.

with that being said i have 4 half sisters. Two of which i will never know because they were sold when i was a little girl. who knows...maybe they found the freedom i so desperately want? But even i have to face the fact that, that isn't what happened.

i, Jothi Angel (its not really my last name but what people call me.), am not human like the girls beside me. sure we have similar features but one thing makes me diffrent.

i extended my wings as i got out of bed.

My father, not a regular customer, and his friend were fallen angels. They paid top dollar for my mother and her friend. Atleast that's the story I'm told. From them came me and my wings and my best friend Alecsander. But we'll discuss him later.

I take my place at the line of vanities and start with my makeup.

"Jothi don't you want me to straighten your hair?" my cousin Tali asked.

I ran my fingers through my long coily hair, they saw it as nappy i saw it as diffrent.

"I say no every time you ask." i replied sharply. In the mirror a creamy coffee skinned beauty smirked back at me. Her big brown eyes, full lips, and curvy frame was her best features, but what stood out was the scars on her neck. They made me who i am. The scars are what i am.

"Are u girls almost ready?!" my grandmother burst in on us looking upon her grandchildren (who of which looked nothing alike.)

"Yes madam." we all replied.

She ushered for us to leave the tint.