Prologue
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“Wake Up!” I heard a growl coming from the stairs.
Footsteps came rushing fast down the stairs. No, it was Brandon. My master. I hate him, I hated him since bane my old master handed me off to him. Since my eye first meet with his cold hatless stare. He was near the cage he kept me in. his fangs shoot out and he banged hard on them.
“Get up!” he growled
“I'm up I'm up” I spat
He stared out me. His cold soulless stare, scared me. Brandon definitely fell under the worst masters ever category. But also came under best vampire of the decade. He was pure evil, only cared for him self. He almost killed me once, and I wish he did. 6 months I have had to put up with him and everyday I feel like killing my self, but I know he will bring me back as a vampire and stake me himself.
“Don't you dare use that tone with me slave.” he called
Sometimes I almost forgot my own name. As I have been called slave for almost two years. No one ever called me by my name, by Amalie.
Brandon opened the cage and griped my right arm tightly, I tried not to complain about the bruise that was their, he pulled me up the wooden stairs that creaked on every steep. The hotel were he lived was old and had a Gothic seem to it. It was dusty and dank. No light seeped threw the windows. They were all covered up with a dark material. The spiral stair case seemed the only thing that looked normal in this place.
A man stood at the door. He wasn't as pale as Brandon but he was pale. Brandon stared deep into my eyes. I knew exactly what he was trying to do he was trying to mess with my head like other vampires do. Well it was going to work not this time. I flung my head to the floor nice and fas. He grabbed my hair and pulled my hair back and I looked at him. His ice blue eyes, stared deep into mine. I was scared.
“Stay” he whispered
I nodded unwillingly and was unable to move. He walked over to the man who was waiting in the door way. I tried listing to what they where saying but I couldn't here anything. I desperately wanted to no what they were saying, but they were whispering and I couldn't.
Brandon made my his way back over to me and grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the unknown man maybe vampire. Brandon handed my arm over to the man and grind.
“She likes to complain” Brandon chuckled.
This was the first time I had ever heard Brandon chuckle. It was as cold as is stare and as evil as he was. The man grabbed my arm. His skin felt cold and dead. Yes he was a vampire. I was being handed off again. Hopefully to someone nicer that Brandon.
He let go of my arm. He smiled at Brandon and he walked out into the sunlight. I stayed inside confused he was a vampire, but he could walk in the sunlight. Brandon couldn't he hid in the shadows behind the door, how could a vampire walk in the sunlight.
“Come on child” he said
I gulped and reluctantly followed the vampire who I was not introduced to, whom I didn't know his name or why I was all of sudden rescued from Brandon.
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The vampires slave (Watty Awards 2011)
VampireAmalie is an orphan, moving from home to home. But not just any homes. She has been sucked into the world of vampires since she ran away from the orphanage two years ago, she has been a slave to many vampires within those two years. Amalie has learn...