Chapter 1: Everything Was Fine, Am I In Hell?

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Everything was going fine. Just fine... when I was younger. I was living with my mom and dad in our quiet little farm house. Well, that's what I called it at least. It was more or less an old mansion in the middle of nowhere. Everything was going fine, right? Everything was fine I told myself this all the time. Despite my parents meeting a stranger every week and fighting all the time. Until one day I met the man that came over to see my parents. Everything was fine until he came along and took me away. He ruined everything. Everything.

It wasn't long after that I realized what he was. A vampire. The ruler of the night that terrified mothers and children while they slept in their beds. What they feared was lurking in the shadows while walking home late at night. The unholy thing that managed save thousands of lives during the day, but killed more at night just to survive. Draining them dry. And me? I was taken from my family and I was left to clean up the mess. And are my questions from over the years answered? No. If one is answered I just have more questions that need answered.

Oh yeah sure, cleaning up for a normal person is just fine. But this guy, he makes a fucking mess. You can get that from all the screaming girls every night. I hate it. I'm gonna run. One of these nights I'm gonna run and never look back. Run as fast as I can and never stop. Never stop running from hom. At least that's what I thought till I did run. Well tried to I should say. He had his little band of misfits, as I like to call them, watching the place just in case I tried to escape. I was caught of course and then later punished. I made it pretty far though.

Over the years I made a list of rules in my little cell. Yes I did say years, 20 years and 358 days to be exact. I've been here since I was 5 years old. I'm almost 26 years old now. He has other "servants" more or less slaves if you ask me. He kills them if they get out of line a lot end up trying to run like I tried to and ended up paying the price for it. In the end they got what they wanted I guess. Even if it wasn't the way they hoped, they got to leave. Just not with their life obviously. Or if they get within my age... which I've always found quite strange. And if they make it past 5 years as well he kills them.

I'm the only one he has yet to kill. I've been here the longest. He always treated me better than the others. When I was younger I was terrified of him, now I'm not so sure he's that bad. I don't know why, but as I've gotten older he's become nicer and kinder towards me. Unlike the others I can walk around the Manor freely and enter his room without him. Of course that's only to take care of laundry and clean, but still I felt like I earned it somehow. Something about him still terrifies me but at the same time it excites me. I think I have Stockhomes Syndrome. Hey I may be a slave, but I still had a good education that I gave myself... with his help.


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"Astrid, show our guest to his room." I looked up slightly to see one of his coven members standing there next to him. He was drop dead gorgeous, don't tell anyone I said that though. Brandon I believe his name is. He liked snakes and other types of reptiles. But snakes were his favorite. I should know because whenever he's here I find at least 5 inside the Manor.

"Yes master. This way please." I turned around and started towards the guest wing. I knew he was behind me even though I couldn't hear his steps on the wooden floors of the mansion. But I knew he was there none the less. Over time my hearing improved greatly. Unlike the others I can hear even the faintest of sounds. The only one that makes noise in the house are the servants. Except for me that is. It tends to make my job easier that way. Once I got to his room I unlocked the door and let him in. Then turned and left.

"Can you do me a favor Astrid?" I stopped and turned back around to face him making sure to keep my head low. I knew I could look at him I could look all of them directly. I just didn't much cause I tend to trip over my own feet or miss a pool of blood somewhere if I look up.

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