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All eyes were on Louis and I as we made our way down the stairs. I looked around and saw cages with people barely clothed, punch bowls that weren't filled with punch but blood, and noticed a few vampires with their humans. Louis didn't make it aware that this was a slave trade party.


"Louis what are we doing here?!" I whisper


"You're my date Aislyn..just stay close!"


I roll my eyes as he hands me a glass of champagne. I continue to drink more as he viewed the humans that were up to auction tonight. I felt a pair of hands land on my hips and I turn around quickly.


"Zayn!" I gasp


"I can still make you moan" he winks


"No don't touch me"


"I see you're wearing the clothes I bought you. I like them on you, but I'd much rather see them off of you" he whispers in my ear


"Ah Zayn still torturing Aislyn?" Louis swoops in


"Aha no why would I do such a thing"


I leave them be and wander off. I drink a few more glasses beginning to feel a slight buzz. Out of know where a black bag was thrown over my head and I was picked up swiftly.


"Louis!!!" I scream hoping he heard me


I feel myself getting carried off and I begin to kick and try to release myself from the persons grasp.


"Let her go"


I was dropped and I heard a few grunts and snaps before the bag was removed from my head. I wrap my arms around Louis quickly and begin to cry.


"Shh love it's fine I've got you" he coos


"Louis who were those guys?"


"Slave traders. They steal humans who are of value and sell them to wealthy vampires"


"They know then" I pout


"Aislyn vampires can smell a human, but you give off a much sweeter aroma so it makes if more obvious that you're not just human. Let's go back to the hotel?" He offers


"I need a few more drinks" I laugh wiping away the tears


"We can drink on the way back"


I follow him out and he pulls out a bottle of champagne. As our conversation prolongs the glasses become frequent. I grew closer to him and soon my body was connected with his. My fingers running through his hair and his stroking my cold skin. I was on his lap within seconds and my dress as minutes way from coming off.

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