A Vampire's World

Auction House.

Jacob on the side.
Curtsey of Morgan Model Agent Ireland, Marcus Gibbs!!
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Two years later.

I am laying down in a rusty old cage. It's filthy and disgusting, two whole years of beaten slaves, dried blood and all sorts of bodily fluids imaginable. The part I'm laying on is sticky and dirty. I have no other choice, since vampires are superior to every race out there. Trust me, there's loads, Fae, Werewolves, Witches and Wizards, and plenty more. I'm waiting in line to go up on stage. It's not what you think. I am being sent up on stage, to be auctioned off. I go to the highest bidder, God only knows who that will be.

My stomach is turning, making me feel the need to hug a toilet for the next hour, not because of nerves, because the smell in this room. The room smells like damp, stale blood, mould, and death. It's vile. The room itself is disgusting, the walls are black with mould and and mildew, with massive chucks out of it. Somethings telling me a vampire done this. The floor is covers in dry blood and other unrecognisable things.

How did this even happen? One minute, my life was perfect. I had my two best friends, and parents that loved me. In ten minutes, the vampires ruined that, they took every single thing I cared about. They ruined my life.

"9104."

I look up, looking straight into the black eyes of a vampire. The man standing at my cage is about six foot tall, he has muscle everywhere, his arms are huge, his legs are huge. Every part of him screams, danger. My old self would cringe at the sight of him, but the broken me, I stare at him cockily into his coal coloured eyes and smirk at him. I can nearly see the steam coming from his ears.

Now the numbers, they are a rate for slaves. The number nine is a rate for my body and blood type. I have a slim body, with lush curves. My blood type is AB+. Then highest mark, number ten, is for my eye colour, which is a brilliant violet colour. One of my nicest features. The last one, which is a four, is for my obedience. As you can see, it's low, sometimes I would be obedient and do as I'm told, when I'm told, but most of time, I never do anything or give cheek.

I move positions in my cage, as the vampire man kicks it, causing it to tip over. It lands on it's side with a loud crash, I hiss in pain. My elbow cracking against the ground, and the pain shooting up my arm, I glare daggers into his eyes, my lips curling into a grimace. He just smirks smugly at me.

"Get up, you filthy peice of shit." He spits.

"Make me, Vamp." I grin at him.

The vampire grabs two bars of the cage and rips them off. His hand wraps around my ankle, painfully, and pulls me out, throwing me to the floor. A girl told me once, do not show them pain, they thrive on it. She died after she spoke to me, I stick by what she says. I wobble to a stand, swaying on the spot from the impact of the vampire pulling me. I put weight on the ankle he grabbed,paim shoots up my leg, I suck in a breath. Never show pain. The vampire grabbed my wrist and pulls me through the steel door. The vampires that line the door, stare at me with hunger in their eyes. The vampire pulls me through two corridors and one door. He pushes me on stage. I can barely make out anyone, as my eyes adjust. I'm in basic auction wear, a black sports bra ans shorts. My eyes adjust and I see every male vampire in the room leering at me. Hunger swimming in their eyes and everyone of them, licking their lips. The women glare jealously at me, I look better then most females here. Asshole everywhere.

"Here we have a 9104." The auctioneer pauses, letting my numbers sink in."Her name is Ariella Costella. She's eighteen, amazing body and blood as you can see and smell." He stops and snaps his head to the side. "You are not killing her right now." He bellows, causing me to flinch. "Guards!" He roars and points in the direction of a young vampire, about my age. Staring straight into my eyes with his crimson ones, full of hunger and lust. The auctioneer clears his throat and starts again.