Life Shift

Chapter 1-My New Life

I screamed and yelled, but no one came to my rescue. I was dragged away into the night, by the tall black shadow that was barely visible. I thought this was my time. But now if I had a choice death would have been my dream option. Every night I think "I should've stayed home. I should've never walked home that drunk. I hate my life." My horrible fate began 3 years ago, when I was 16. I

had a love of my life, I had plenty of friends, and a family whom I loved.

"Ginger!". "GINGER GET UP URGH HOW COULD YOU FORGET ABOUT OUR PLANS TONIGHT?!" I pulled my huge brown comforter of my queen sized bed. "urgh go away..." i mumbled. I recognized the high pitched voice anywhere. It was my best friend Amelia. Her birthday was today and we were going to the new club that opened, down on Fifth Street. i rolled over and looked and my red and white striped alarm clock. "7:30?! DAMN I DOZZED OFF!" I jumped out of bed and got undressed. I ran to my closet and pulled back the large mirrored doors. As I had planned from the night before I grabbed my petite strapless and backless red dress and squeezed my body into it. Looking at myself in the mirror I noticed that the dress didn't quiet fit right. My butt was flat and my chest was moderately small, but the waist was perfect! I brushed my silky soft brown hair about a thousand times, and quickly put on some jet black eyeliner, to make my large bambi eyes smaller. I ran downstairs and saw Amelia at the bottom of the stairs staring at me grinning. her front bangs where covering her small and thin eyebrows. She had on a midnight blue strapless dress, and it went perfectly with her jet black hair. She had her makeup on so naturally that she looked flawless. "well don't you look hot." she said, and smiled . "yea..ha ha thanks so do you!" I felt self conscious knowing that my dress wasn't very snug. "Did you text Liam?" she whispered so my ease dropping mother who was preparing dinner for my father wouldn't hear. "yea" i sighed "he cant make it." i said sadly. Liam got sick last night from food poisoning, and I felt bad going clubbing without him. But I did it for Amelia's sake. I cant deny an outing with my bestie. "Whatever just walk home it will be fine." she laughed and with that I left the house, but not without yelling "BYE MOM LOVE YOU!" "Love you too Hun be back by 1AM" she said. "Yea sure" i mumbled. We both headed to the club. By the time we got there the place was packed with late night partiers. "WOOHOO GET ME A BEER BARTENDER!" Amelia screamed. I knew I had to keep her from getting wasted and having some dude try to take advantage of her. Every time we went out clubbing I had to reel them off of her one by one. That's easy; my attitude when it comes to annoying men is unbelievably good. Amelia and I danced the night away. I hadn't had a drink in a while so I decided what the hell. What's a couple of shots?" Yea right next thing i knew it was 2:30am and I had to go home. if was late for curfew. : Hey Amelia im leaving." I slurred. "HA okay girl you have a blast!" clearly she as drunk but I had no time to be her babysitter anymore it was time for me to leave. I was too drunk to dial a taxi number so I decided to walk home. What the hell, I only live 2 blocks away? I was fine alone until I was about 40 feet away from the club. I had to take a detour through an empty alley, and halfway down the road I heard heavy footsteps. As best as I could I ran. But before I knew it the person grabbed my hands and shoved me to a wall. "HELP LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!" I yelled. "Oh sweetie no one can hear you so late at night." he said. His voice was deep and mono toned. "HELP ME PLEASE ANYONE" I begged. But no one came. "Don't worry this wont hurt....much!" he whispered. BAM!

I woke up in a room full of crying and sobbing girls. I looked around me and saw that I was lying on the cold White tiled dusty floor, Of a concealed room with now windows. "WHAT IS THIS A MENTAL INSTITUTION!" "GET ME OUT OF HERE!" I screamed!" "LIAM? LIAM? MOM? AMELA? HELP!"I shouted. "Its no use: said a little blonde haired blue eyed girl."Who. Who are you?" i asked cautiously. "I am Dean. Im a slave. Its auction day. Perfect timing for you to show up. The prince is here to pick a new personal slave." she looked down and fiddled her thumbs. She had bruises all over her along with the rest of the other girls. "A slave...What? im no slave! im 16 I was taken.. i need a phone! CALL THE POLICE!" I reached into my dark blue jean pocket. Where's my black berry? IT'S GONE! im done for. i resumed our conversation. "Look where are we?" I asked "Vampires Den." she said almost casually. "WHAT! NO! THEY ARNET REAL!" I shouted "SHHH please hey will beat you." she cried." beat me. Who? There is no one in here but these battered girls." I asked. BOOM! The metal door swung open and all the "slaves" jumped back. A man about 6'2 announced that we must line up so his royalty may choose the best fit slave. Everyone obeyed. I did too; I didn't know were I was anyways Im just going to shut up and listen. Shortly after another man around the same height came in, very muscular, and seemed to be 20. He has straight dirty blonde hair, and soft blue eyes, he had a peachy shade skin tone, and a neutral look on his face. He walked up and down the line eyeing each of us from head to toe. His eyes were fixed on mine. i felt disgusted by his face "This one." he said as he grabbed my arm and motioned me to follow him." "Umm..Who the fuck are you! Im going home!" the room went silent. "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT PEASANT? Not to worry I shall train you." He tightened his grip around my wrist turning it blue. I squirmed trying to get free of his painful grip. "Sir please be cautious. This one is new to our kind." I rolled my eyes. Forcibly we walked outside of the concealed room and into a long corridor. There were chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that made the room very bright. The walls had floral beige, blue and white, designing on them, and the floor was shiny and polished tiles. Up ahead were two huge wooden doors. A guard at the door held it open for us revealing a garage and in the middle of it was silver BMW. "NO! Where are you taking me?" I screeched. "To my palace. It's dirty and you're the replacement for the other scrawny girl that died there and left it a mess. I need a personal slave. And a feeder. Now no more mouth out of you" he scowled, following with a backhand slap to my face, which left me unconscious. That was the least of my problems.