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Forced Chapter 1

Forced, a von Morte novel

Book 1

Chapter 1: Damn You!

"So it's settled then." Father grinned victoriously.

"Damn no." I snapped.

"Vlad, be reasonable-"

"NO!" I cut him off, snarling this time, "I don't want one!"

He looked at me coldly for a few minutes, refusing to blink. Then, "Too bad. You're getting a-"

"Bitch?"

"No, Vlad. A-"

"Snack?"

"No."

"Meal?"

"Vladimir, enough! No."

I threw my hands up in the air, grinning from cheek to cheek as I enjoyed myself. "A whore?!"

"NO!" Father boomed, smacking his hands down on his desk as he stood up and glaring at me. Unperturbed of his death glare, I laughed. "You're going to get a slave, Vladimir. And you will not kill her." That shut me up.

"No." I set my jaw and glared back defiantly.

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Somebody kill me! "I'm bored." I huffed as I trudged beside my sister.

"So?" she cocked an eyebrow at me, "Get looking for a slave. That's why we're here."

"Entertain me." I demanded as if she hadn't spoken about a human.

"Get a slave to do that for you" she sniffed.

"But Victoriiaaaa!"

"Shut up and go shop." she glared at my purposeful whining.

"No."

"Fine. Then I'll just buy you the oldest, most ugliest, and smelliest slave girl I can find" she grinned and prepared to take off.

"Fine!" I snatched her wrist to stop her then left her by herself. Stupid reverse psychology! Gravel crunched under my boots as I marched around the auction, looking without really seeming to. Stone buildings, tents and wooden stands were packed with customers and 'items' [slaves] alike. I didn't want a slave; they were so stupid and inconvenient! Not only did they know nothing about us, but when you had one, you couldn't drink from any other human unless there was an emergency or condition of some sort. Hunting for my food was what I loved. I liked terrorizing my prey-it made their blood so much more sweet. "I need blood" I muttered to myself "adrenaline spiked blood."

"Do my eyes deceive me? Prince Vladimir of Marona is slave shopping?!" a voice laughed, making me stop cold.

"Against my own will, Marcus." I replied coldly, recognising his voice.

"Awww. Did King Victor pressure little Vladie?" his lips pursed.

In a flash, I was in front of him and gripping the collar of his plaid shirt with both hands. "Don't ever call me that again. Got it, peasant?" I barred my teeth at him.

"Sure thing, Vlad." he gulped.

"That's Prince Vladimir to you." I dropped him.

"Of course. My apologies, Your Highness." That's better. "I have some fresh slaves if you want to look around."

"What's your range?" I crossed my arms over my chest upon releasing him, not caring if the bones in his legs snapped from his fall from the air to the unforgiving ground.

"I only do 18 year virgins. As for the prices...well, because of my arrogance earlier, I'll give you whichever one you like for free."

I shrugged and gestured for him to lead the way into his rented building. Inside were rows upon rows of caged girls. None of them were tied up, but they were nude-perfect for inspection for buyers. I scanned every row with my green eyes. There was no reason to look anywhere else if I could get a free slave here-not that price was a problem for me. All of the girls refused to make eye contact with me. I could smell their fear... hear their hammering hearts. It was almost heaven. "Do you have any suggestions?" I flicked my gaze down to Marcus.

He thought for a moment then lead me more to the back. "This one will probably be good for someone of your nature." He laid his hand against a cage that held a human without any blemishes or marks. Tanned skin. Dark, long red hair. Nice curves and bust, I had to admit. She was sitting on the cold metal ground of her cage with her arms crossed under her bosom. I couldn't see her eyes, but those didn't matter.

"What do you mean by 'someone of my nature'? I pursed my lips in consideration.

"This one's...how can I say it..." he chuckled "fiesty." The girl snickerd then glared up at me, not even flinching from our eye contact. Her blue eyes were filled with an amused hatred. Well, that was new.

I grinned "Deal." I liked a challenge every now and then.