The prince's Slave

Chapter 4

It was already night and Damon hadn't come back yet. Well its okay, his TV is actually better than I thought and his shirt was comfortable. I wore his black sweater that was oversized on me, about down to mid thigh, thats all I wore. Don't freak out, I have an extra underwear and bra. I simply asked one of the slaves to get me one, and they happily complied.

I was just watching TV until an idea came to me. Aha! Bingo. I have always been a curious person, and so I should look at his stuff to see if he watches the number one most common thing that most guys watch.

I went to his desk and opened his drawer but most of them were locked. Seriously? I tried opening every one of the drawers but only one opened.

There were a pile of papers and all of them were written by hand. What is this? A letter by someone, or to someone? When I looked at the end of the paper it said, "Love your mother" so these letters were from his mother. He actually treasures them. I put the paper back and sat on the bed.

With the letter still in my mind I start wonder how my mom is doing, suddenly remembering about her and what she usually does.

I worked hard in college so that one day I'll be able to help her but that's all a dream now that I'm a vampire slave forever.

But who knows, if ever, I would die trying to leave this place. I hate every vampire standing, they should've never existed.

I layed down on Damon's bed, crying and thinking what might had happened to mom until the door opened.

"Who said you could lay down?" Damon said.

I quickly stood up from the bed,startled and annoyed, so he can see how annoyed I get when people order me around.

"Come here." he said.

My heart skipped a tiny bit when he said that. Yes, I am thinking wrong, but it's my hormones. If someone perfectly sexy stains in front of you, you would do the same. I couldn't help it, he made it seem like he wanted me. But I can't let my imagination take over me. It's just one perk of being human, you like who ever is the hottest.

He put my hair to the side and pulled down my sleeve to the right so he could have space to bite my neck. He licked my neck and slowly I could feel his fangs deep inside my neck. I gasped at how good it felt every time he bites me. I thought bites were suppose to hurt.

After about two minutes of drinking my blood he pulled away making my knees feel weak as I started to fall but Damon caught me by my waist and carried me like a princess as he started walking out.

"Tommorow you will start cleaning the mansion along with the other slaves." he said, not looking so happy. It hurts. I thought I was special but I wasn't, I was just another slave to him. Why does it hurt so much?
Ugh! Just a second ago I was cursing him out! This man makes me feel some type of way, I swear, it's like one minute I want him shirtless and the next I want him dead.

We were in front of my room and he placed me down on the floor gently then he walked away. I wanted to scream his name and hug him but this isn't highschool romance. I'm a slave and he's my master.

That's it.

Right, that's our relationship. The thought of it made me tear up, what am I crying for? Am I crying over that guy? Why do I like him anyway? He is a vampire. A blood sucking killer. A leech.
Me, Like him? Ahahahaha I must be crazy! Why would I fall for a vampire like him who has no heart and nearly killed me by drinking my blood.