The Vampire Prince | Book One ✔ (Needs Editing)

The Prince | Chapter 8

I allowed myself to be led to a massive building, a line of Vampires in suits with slaves that clung to them while they waited their turn to gain access inside.

I took a deep breath and snuck a glance at Stark. He stood stiff and he was twiddling his fingers. That kind of nervous gesture made the situation a whole lot scarier in my shoes.

"Why the hell are you nervous?" I asked.

"The PureBlood Clan is a very scary group of Vampires. They are ranked at the top for a reason. If they don't choose you then you'll be killed instantly." Christian murmured in my ear. I sneered at him. I didn't want an answer from him.

"So how will I be presented then?" I asked nervously.

"You'll be presented in a expensive piece of clothing, one that I choose. The Vampire Prince's old man likes young ladies who look expensive." Stark mumbled.

"So that'll be it then? I'll be taken by the Prince and become his walking blood bag-"

"We work for the Prince, I assure you that we will always be around. We won't let him do anything too extreme to you." Stark cleared his throat.

My heart sank and I took a deep breath as we were escorted inside and directed to a change room.

"Please don't let him kill me..." I pleaded while gazing into Stark's eyes. He inched closer and handed me a gown.

"I promise." And with that he closed the changing room door. I licked my dry lips and stripped down, I had definitely gotten skinnier. I sighed and changed into the beautiful white dress with a beautiful false gold belt. The gown fit me nicely and it was ankle length giving me a innocent appearance. 

I opened the door and took a shy step into the open. Stark and Christian stared in awe.

"Perfect, it shows your purity. Just the way the PureBloods like it." Christian grinned.

"I hate you." I snarled.

"Good, I wasn't trying to impress a slave." He fixed his gelled hair and smirked.

"Slaves to the stage," A women announced, "quickly, I hate waiting."

Stark glanced at me and shoved my shoulder indicating for me to go. I hesitated and glanced at them. Christian quickly grabbed his knife and positioned it to the center of my chest.

"Alright..." I sighed and slowly made my way to the stage along with a couple of other slaves. There was a girl younger than me, her tiny, thin body made her appear in her early teens.

I stood at the end and gazed at Stark who was now sitting with the PureBloods. I fidgeted with the dress while attempting to keeps my arms at my sides and not in front of my body. 

"Wow, we have some decent looking slaves this time around." A man chuckled beside the women.

They seemed to be the ones in charge of this event.

"Let's start with this young, petite girl." The women grabbed the young girls arm and brought it to her lips and chomped down. The young girl gasped and her legs buckled, no one made a attempt to help her.

I flinched instinctively wanting to help her. Christian's glare caught me in my tracks and froze my blood cold.

"Here!" A Vampire in the back called. The vampires blonde hair hung past her breasts, and her fangs flashed in the dim lit room.

"How much are you willing to pay for her?" The man challenged.

"Ten-thousand." She claimed.

"Deal." The women shoved the young girl off the stage and she hit the floor with a painful smack that echoed.

"How about this lovely, of age, young lady?" The man grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm but I refused to show my pain, "she's strong and pure."

Offers began flooding in, men and women shouting their pricing as I glared into the audience.

"Fifty-thousand." The leader of the PureBloods stood and spoke loudly for all to hear.

Murmurs filled the room as Stark stood and made his way through the crowd and grab my free arm.

"The Prince doesn't want her harmed," He stated. The man let me go and Stark led me to the men who sat in chairs, "your slave, sir."

I was shoved into the Prince's arms, his thin, muscular structure supported my weight as I tried to regain my balance.

"She's clumsy." He sighed and put his hand on my shoulder and the other under my chin forcing me to look at him.

His forest green eyes gazed into mine and in that moment my heart shattered, the curve of his sinister smile and his hair was all too familiar.

He was the vampire that killed my family four years ago, the one that made me watch as he brutally killed my family.

This was the monster that I despised the most. A vampire that caused all of my pain and heartbreak from the very beginning.