A Vampire's Slave ♚ {DISCONTINUED}

Two

I woke up in a cold sweat and on a mattress, my hands were tidied behind my back and someone had tied my hair up for some strange reason.

I looked around the room I was in. The floors were black and the walls were a blood red colour. Furniture that must be around 500 years old were placed eccentrically around the room. Pictures lined the walls of five teenage boys from the story the tour guide had told me earlier, I studied their faces, one boy caught my eyes. He seemed familiar and that is when I realised he was the boy from earlier. The boy from earlier he's a vampire, a cold blooded, no pulsed vampire.

I let out a beastly scream. He had taken me hostage and now he was going to kill me. I have never been so frightened in my life. Vampire exist and I have just been taken hostage by one. I sat with my back against the wall facing the door. I stared at the door as I heard footsteps race up the stairs. A loud thump came from the door. My kidnapper suddenly appeared and shot glares in my direction.

"Why do you have to scream?" His husky voice asked me. I let out another scream, he moved in front of me and put his large, cold, soft hand over mouth and muffled my screams.

I looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Tears brimmed them as I came to sudden realisation that the attractive young man in front of me, my soon to be murderer, was just a boy who was a human being, who got chosen to become a killer with a cost and that cost was his life.

His hand slowly loosened the grip on my mouth, his eyes and facial expression softened. He completely let go of my mouth and just stood lifeless in front of me.

"I don't want to harm you..." He whispered as I took a deep breath.

"But you have to to stay alive?" I finished. He sighed and nodded his head.

"What's your name?" He asked. His green orbs burning through mine.

"Roseanne." I answered. He smiled. His pearly while teeth slightly on show through the tiny gap between his lips.

"Hello, Roseanne, I'm Harold, but I prefer Harry." He held out his hand for me to shake but then realised my hands were tied together. He quickly took away his hand and looked down a the ground. He was the first of the boys to get transformed into a vampire.

"Why me?" I whispered. Harry moved over to the wall next to the bed, he placed his back against the wall and folded his arms across his torso.

"It would be pretty obvious to everyone if I had snatched someone else from the people you were with, that's why when I sensed that someone was coming up to the third floor I instantly though of a plan to capture you, make you frightened and then feed on you," he paused and looked down at my pale and fragile body as I sat on the bed. "But that seems not to be the right plan." He murmured. I looked up at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. He shook his head.

"Well, I can't kill you now since I know your name and have conversed with you, normally I don't say a word and just suck their blood but with you I can be myself and speak to you as if I have known you for years but in reality I haven't." I smiled at him. He wasn't going to kill me. I was saved.

"So if you aren't going to kill me what are you going to do with me?" I asked. Harry shrugged his shoulder while thinking for a split second.

"You, Roseanne are going to be my personal slave. You will do everything I say for you to do, from cleaning to food making, hunting and general pleasures." His voice stern. I gulped.

"General pleasures?" I hastily asked. He nodded. I knew where this was going.

"Sex." He spoke. I swear I stopped breathing. Sex? I am a virgin for crying out loud.

"What if I get pregnant? I can't have a half vampire child!" I screamed at him. All he did was shrug his shoulders.

"You can and if that does happen, you'll be fine." He said so calm and gently.

How could this of happened to me? I'm just an ordinary girl who just wanted a little adventure and now I'm officially a slave, a sex slave, to a vampire which is over 500 years old. How are these things even possible? How am I going to tell my family how I am not going to be at home anymore? And how I won't be returning to school and not see Belle or anyone else for that matter. It is going to be tricky but if it is to save myself from dying the so be it.

"Come with me." He instructed. Harry untied my hands and grabbed my wrist while guiding me along an empty hall. It went along for miles, it felt like it wasn't going to end. We came to a halt and we turned to face a wall. Harry tapped on a random brick and then it magically opened as if it was there the whole time.

Harry lead me down the spiral stairs through the secret door, Harry turned to face me and checked if I was okay. His grip tightened on my wrist as we reached the bottom of the stairs.

It was dark and smelt like rotting flesh.

"Don't make any sudden loud noises." He let go of my wrist and let me finally walk by myself. He walked in front of me and I followed.

I heard noises from further in the room, I couldn't see over Harry's tall build.

"Roseanne, I'd like you to met my brothers." He said quietly. He moved to the left and that's when I saw them. Four men lined the fire place.

"Who's this, Harry?" The blonde one asked. Harry pushed me towards him.

"This is Roseanne," he started. "My new slave." His husky voice said over the loud silence. The blonde one moved forwards and placed his hand on my cheek, gently stroking it.

"She's beautiful." He murmured as he looked deep into my eyes.

"My names Niall." He said as he took his hand off my cheek and placed it in front of me as if he wanted me to shake it.

I gave a half hearted smile and placed my hand in his.

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

A voice came from beside him.

"Harry you've picked a good one to be your slave but why can't we just kill her instead?" He whined. Harry groaned at Zayn's comment.

"Zayn, shut up. And no we aren't going to kill her, she's too involved with us now."

Zayn sighed and placed his hand in front of me.

"I'm Zayn, this is Liam," he pointed to the man next to him, I smiled and shook his hand. "And this is Louis." Louis smiled at me showing his pearly whites, I smiled back. He seemed friendly enough to converse with without wanting to kill me. I shook his hand but he pulled me into a hug. I was shocked. I heard him smell me.

"You smell like strawberries." He chuckled. I couldn't help but smile.

"You smell like coconuts." I replied.

We finally let go of each other. I turned to face Harry. His face was full of anger and confusion. I could tell he was jealous.

How can a vampire be jealous?

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