The prince's Slave

Chapter 5

     Its been three weeks now and I was still treated like a slave. What the hell? Was he just playing with my emotions? Why did he even bother taking me to that lake anyway. I hate that guy.

I cursed under my breath as I pluck flowers from Damon's backyard. I was told to make a beautiful flower arrangement and place it in his room. I guess he picked the right person, because I'm going to rip each petal off these flowers...not. Like hell I could do that, he would torture me.

I set that thought aside and began thinking about the flower arrangement.

Oh!

A sudden image of flowers with various colors clicked in my mind, hoping it will satisfy him. But what do I know? There's a possibility of him interested in the shade of dark colors. Well that's his fault. It's not like he told me to have a specific tint, so if he's going to complain, he should deal with it. 

Once I sat down under the sun, I felt extremely exhausted and sweaty. Literally, it was so hot. The heat is draining my energy. 

I probably stink right now, disgusting.

I walk down the hallway towards Damon's room. I knocked twice. Receiving no reply, I knocked four times but surprise, surprise, the door remained closed. I grew impatient and decided to barge inside facing the cold, empty air. I placed the flower arrangement on his drawer near the window. 

There were four different colors: orange, red, pale pink and violet. It wasn't great, but I found combination of colors appealing and peaceful. 

As I turn away from the bouquet, a wide grin spread across face appeared.  Suddenly a figure appeared in front of me causing me to scream and slightly stumble. 

"Jesus Christ Damon, don't appear randomly like that again!" I assumed; however, as I look at the intruder, it was a lady looking at me curiously.

I could tell she wasn't a slave. In fact, she's a vampire. Her expression alone was enough for me to understand that her eyes held hunger and desperation. Similar to Damon's.

"I can smell your blood clearly so I started following the scent" she said, "but I didn't think it would be just some girl."

Who is she? Is she Damon's girlfriend or what? Or maybe he's one of Damon's toy. Why can't he just choose one?!

Why the hell am I mad?! Calm down, calm down. But I couldn't because the girl in front of me was now sniffing my whole body.

Come on Lucy you're not in a good situation right now so stop thinking about her and Damon.

"Excuse me.." I said as I try to move past her. 

But she ignored me and pushed me down the bed placing herself on top of me.

"Seems like my meal tonight is great!" She said loudly as she smiled and licked her lips then dramatically tear my top off, leaving me with my bra. What the! 

"Hey! Get off of me, little girl!" I yelled as I pushed her away.

She snapped. 

"Little girl? Who said I was a little girl? And I'm positive that I am older than you, human. Know your place," her tone sent chills up my spine.

"Well guess what? You're just some thirsty, midget vampire!" I shot back.

She didn't respond, instead she pinned me down further into the bed as I struggle to free myself. Unexpectedly, I felt her tongue roughly lick my neck all the way down to the upper part of my chest and bit harshly.