Slave to the Vampire Prince

Chapter 4: The Interview

For the next few minutes, the Prince did nothing but sign some papers. I didn't know what to do, this wasn't part of my plan, so I just stood there and waited for him to speak.

"Ah," the Prince said, finally looking up from his work "The feisty young one I danced with this evening." I noticed how the Prince was less focusing on me, and more on my body- pervert. "How are you doing this evening Miss...?"

"Jones," I replied "Rosalie Jones, and why do you care how I am or what my name is? It's not like it really matters to you."

"Jones? Jones?" He pondered at my lastname, thinking about it. "Why does that name sound so familiar?" If he found out that my brother was Conner there was a chance that I would be locked up as well, I quickly thought of a way to divert his attention.

"Can you just ask the question and get this stupid interview over with?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, intentionally lifting my boobs up as a distraction.

"Alright," he said, "Say I gave you a chore to do such as cleaning my room? How would you perform this task."

"Seriously?" I scoff, "This is going to be one of those interviews?" He just shrugs his shoulders and looks at me, waiting for me to answer him. "I wouldn't. It's a stupid and meaningless task, and you can't make me do something I don't want to do. Besides, don't you already have maids for that or something?"

He put an annoyed look on his face, almost like I had already pushed all of his buttons. If that was the case, than I'll probably be eliminated and kicked out of this in a few minutes, with enough time to save Conner and make it home before one in the morning.

"Fine," the Prince said, gritting his teeth "Say I were to punish you right now, by bending you over my lap or worse, how long do you think it would take for you to crack and obey me?"

He stepped closer to me. I could tell that he was angry. His eyes were filled with rage, his mouth was in a straight line, his fists clenched at his eyes. One could tell he was refraining from attacking me, right here and now.

"You wouldn't be able to," I respond, stepping closer to him. I was only a few inches away from him. "With the way my life is going, one would think that you've been trying to break me for the past ten years- and I haven't. No matter how hard you'd try to break me, you wouldn't.

He looked straight at me, never once breaking eye contact. "Whatever you think we were doing to break you back home," he said, his voice low and threatening. I shivered, but I never once let my face or eyes show how intimidating he was. "That's nothing compared to what I could do to you here."

He started walking around me, observing my body. His hands slowly started grazing my body, feeling my arms and abdomen, even grazing my inner thigh. "There are all sorts of things we could do to you here. Downstairs, we have all sorts of tools we could use to make you crack. Believe me when I say, you want to stay on my good side from now on."

I was confused about what he said, and was about to turn around to ask him when I felt a searing pain in my neck. The pain soon turned to pleasure, and I let out a small moan. I knew he was drinking my blood. I wanted to stop him, but for some reason, my body wouldn't let me.

I started feeling my knees going weak and my boding going limp. I held onto consciousness for as long as I could. The Prince called a guard in and said "Go ahead and dismiss the other girls, I have my new slave right here."

No! What about my parents? What about Conner? Who was going to get him out to help mom and dad if I was stuck here with the Prince? A million questions were racing through my head, all of which didn't have any good answers.

That was the last thing I thought before I finally fell asleep from blood loss and fell into darkness.