~ Just don't touch me. ~
Emaline Throndsone
The house was quiet, but the servants were there lurking somewhere in the dark shadows of this always dim light house. I couldn't really see, but what was there to see it felt as if a void of darkness had taken me and trapped my soul elsewhere. It was unbelievable. There was no possible way that I was actually a vampire, and there was no way that this place was some type of vampire place. They probably forced my mother to lie or cloned her somehow. It was impossible how I would even end up here, but unfortunately, I saw it. My mother would never lie to me to save her own skin, or would she?
What am I even saying? My mother isn't that type of person, but it still doesn't explain why I ended up here because every logical explanation went out the door like every other sense of feeling in my body. I sat there in the dining room looking at the wall with nothing to fill the black paint but my thoughts. It was lonely being with my thoughts, but I was never the type of person to have a lot of friends, so should it even surprise me? I don't have enemies, so who would do this to me
Maybe I was kidnapped, and me being trapped in here is temporary. They might sell my body parts after murdering me. They might use me as an escape for a bigger plan o, worse, a sex slave for as long as I will live. I hate being here
"Ohh, look at you. You poor thing." A voice talked from my side, and I looked towards the door to catch who was talking
The person closed the door as they approached me, and only then could I make out their features. How did i now hear the door open? He looked old but a well-kept face, handsome in all characteristics, but had a dangerous aura much like Brielle when I paid attention. He had brown eyes and short brown hair. He stopped two feet away from the couch I was sitting on and observed me intensely. He was looking for something in me or rather beneath my clothing
"Who might you be?" He asked, running a shiver down my spine.
I didn't answer, not finding the courage to respond. All I could do was look at him and wait for him to react to my non reaction. This person could possibly be the reason I was kidnapped or came to fetch me for something, but he didn't seem to know me
He smelt like he had been smoking but it wasn't the type of smoke you were use to, it was somehow different although I couldn't put a finger on it to say exactly what was different about it.
"Rude, little thing, aren't you? Let me teach something." He leaned into me, trapping me into his arms, and I couldn't help but just freeze. I couldn't do anything it felt like I had lost all my ability and strength to move. He sounded so innocent until I realized what he was doing
He started pulling up the shirt I was wearing and exposed my breasts. This couldn't be happening he was actually about to rape me. I couldn't scream as if I didn't know how to, and I struggled to move an inch of my body. Tears started to stream down my face as it was the only thing I could actually control in this state.
"Ohh, so now you want to speak." He grabbed my breast aggressively, scratching me in the process as I took in every single amount of pain that he was inflicting, and all he did was just smile and enjoy what he was doing
"The fuck uncle get off of her." Brielle spoke from behind and I couldn't help but feel so much relief from seeing her
When he got off of me I could finally move my body again and I immediately pulled down my shirt and got behind Brielle ready to cry my whole soul out and ask her to hold me safe withing her grasp
"Brielle my favorite niece." He spoke in an innocent tone again that showcased that he had done nothing wrong
"What do you want?" Brielle asked him with no hint of worry or concern for me she went to the kitchen and sat me on the chair near the counter. She didn't look at me nor ask me how I was feeling. She just took out a bottle of what seemed to be alcohol and poured it into a cup
"I'm here to invite you to the royals gala. Your aunt is setting it up." Her uncle informed her as she downed her third cup. She looked up at the ceiling before answering, taking in a moment of silence to think
"Who, Aunt Rosaline?" She finally asked, distracting her uncle in the way he was looking at me.She didn't really care about me. Did she?
"Well, yes, who else? Do you think Amber would ever do that?" Her uncle laughed in amusement as if the thought was a joke
"When?" She asked as she took a seat next to me, and that's when she actually looked at me.
Her eyes were intensely red, and her face was more pale than usual. She looked very drained as the same pair of eyes trailed down my body it was frightening me
"This coming 3 days at sunset. You're allowed to bring a plus one. Seeing this is your pet." Brielle looked at him when he said that, and she smiled at him, showing a sense of giddiness
"Randall, this is my pet. You're right. Her name is Emaline. You will not touch her. You will not her uncomfortable and sure as hell not force her to have sex with you. She is mine, and I won't hesitate to keep it that way. Get out of house, will you? I'll meet you at the party." My heart jumped at her words. She was actually protecting me
Randoll didn't say anything and just walked out of the house, leaving the silence between Brielle and I
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