A Pureblood slave

Chapter 8

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Picture of what our lovely Ronan Pierre looks like

Enjoy chapter 8

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When I open my eyes it's still dark outside and the street lights are emitting a dull yellowy white color. I lift my head up and feel a crane because of the awkward way I fell asleep. I look outside to see hundreds upon hundreds of trees making it look like a never ending valley of darkness. The car starts to slow down as there are less trees surrounding us and a tall elegant fence-like barrier comes into view. The vehicle stops since the fence is closed. A few moments later it slides open making a loud screeching sound that I'm able to hear even through the closed vehicle and the windows up.

Once the doors are fully open the vehicle is put in motion once again. I scoot more towards the middle in the back seat to have a better view of what's in front of us. My eyes widen to the huge three store mansion that looks more like a palace or even a modern day castle. I'm amazed by the carvings on each of the poles that hold up a patio on the second and third floor. I can't help but to leave my mouth hung low to the beauty of this place you'd call a home. I'm going to be living here for the rest of my life? Maybe it won't be so bad. No. What am I saying? Of course no matter if I'm living in a shack or King Henry's palace life won't be good being a slave to one of those things.

I didn't notice that the car stopped until the door to the right of me opens up and I am face to face with a deep blue sea that one calls eyes. Ronan looks at me with a face I can't fully recognize. Is it adoration or maybe sincere? I don't know what it is but I'm drawn to it and I can't explain why. Looking deeper I swear I can just see his emotions swirling around trying to push themselves to the surface. He notices how my eyes are locked on his and looks back just as intently. We stay there just engaging ourselves into each others eyes. His eyes flicker down to my lips and I unconsciously lick my lips before he quickly moves his focus back to my eyes. His eyes seem to be getting darker the more we look at each other. Me being the curious cat I am start to wonder what exact shade of blue they are because I'm completely lost in them and can't think straight. If only I could get a closer look. I start to slowly lean in to see the exact colors and patterns of his eyes but as he starts to lean forward too I snap back to reality and quickly move as far from him as I can. He follows my actions as I blink my eyes repeatedly trying to register what almost happened. Did we almost kiss? Oh my lord and heaven I must have lost my mind never ever would I openly and willingly kiss a monster. Oh god please help me. I silently plead in my head.

I wait for him to move out of the way,  my only way to get out of the car before I step out and place my unbalanced and wobbly legs to the pavement. I steady myself and try to take a step forward but fail miserably as my knees buckle and begin to fall. I close my eyes waiting for the impact but it never happens as a pair of strong arms wrapped lightly around my body and lift me to my feet.

"You are one clumsy little bird aren't you my Miabella?" Ronan smoothly says as my name rolls of his tongue perfectly with a hint of an Italian accent to it. Huh I never noticed before that he had an accent and how beautiful and sexy and no. What is wrong with me? I think Devil himself is taunting these ideas in my head.

I rip myself out of his grasp and walk towards the house or should I say mansion. Not too soon after Ronan ends up in front of me due to his inhuman abilities. Damn you. He holds one hand up in front of me making me stop dead in my tracks.

"Now, now little bird before you go in you must know some rules that should and will be followed" his accent even more prominent.

I nod my head letting him know that I understand. This better not be anything bad or I will probably end up jumping off the balcony from the third floor.

"You are allowed to wear whatever you please as long as I deem it's appropriate attire. Secondly you must come to me when I ask of you no matter where you are or what you are doing. And lastly no lying to me on any conditions. If there's anything in this world I despise it is liars. And if you are to not follow any of my rules you are to be punished for your disobedience. Understand?" I nod my head once again at his simple rules.

"Ladies first" he gestures opening the door and placing his hand on my lower back giving me a gently push to walk in.

As I walk through the door greeted by a double staircase with a golden rose chandelier with gems upon gems hanging so perfectly. The floors were made of a ravishing pattern of marble and the walls were pure oak. Everything looked like pictures from a home magazine.

"One of the maids will give you a tour of the house tomorrow so for now I will show you to your room so you shall bath and rest for your first day tomorrow" Ronan says while leading me up the stairs and down the long narrow hallway. There were quite a lot of doors for just him and other maids being here.

As we continue down the corridor we come to the end of the hall and there is a set of huge dark oak double doors. He grabs a key from out of his pocket and pushes it through the lock and turns it and unlocks the door. He then opens both doors to reveal a grand master bedroom. Everything is dark grey and black. Theres a four poster California king sized bed with dark grey netting to graciously cover the silky dark bedding. Next to the bed was a tall and wide dresser. In the corner was a long dark oak desk piled with papers. Nothing except for paint accompanied the walls. This had to be Ronan's room. Why would he bring me to his room? Oh please no. He didn't expect me to sleep with him or something did he? Because he has two doors leading out to the balcony on the other side of the room where I'm more than happy to jump off of.

He walks to a door that's hidden in the far corner of his room and walks inside. I wait for a few moments to see if he was coming out or not and when he didn't I decided to follow.

When I walk through the door there's another bedroom inside. Everything similar to his room except there's no desk and the bed in only a plain queen sized mattress. This must be my room I take it?

I'm concluded to my theory when Ronan told me that there were clothes for me in the dresser and that the other door in my room is a bathroom and that it's also linked to his bedroom.

We don't exchange any words so he leaves through the door we came from and slowly closes it on his way out as if he was waiting for me to say something so he could stay.

I turn towards the dresser and pick on some random clothes to sleep in and go to the other door to the huge complex bathroom. Everything's made in different patterns of marble.

I set the clothes on the counter and take a rather quick shower and scrape my body put make sure to be more gentle on my right arm and shoulder because of the damn asshole who decided to throw me to the floor. Once I get out I put on my clothes and slowly put on the shirt over my bad arm because I can't lift it much. It probably dislocated. Great. I'm going to have to pop it back in place and its going to be even more painful.

I lift my bad arm with my good arm as far as I can bare the pain and slam it into the nearest wall hearing another pop as it's now back in place. I squeeze my eyes as they begin to water instantly and clench my teeth trying to hold in my agonizing screams as the come out as muffled grunts.

I can't hear anything because all my focus is on my throbbing shoulder. I didn't notice I was on the ground until I was being lift from the cold surface, into the air and into a very warm and hard chest. I look up to see the person that is now carrying me and am surprised to see it is none other than Ronan with a look of worry in his eyes. If it wasn't for his eyes I wouldn't be able to see any emotions since his face in always blank and stern.

He sets me down on my bed so that I'm leaning on my good arm and pulls the covers over my shaking body. The pain slowly subsides as sleep starts to win my body over. My body becomes numb and still. I feel the skin on my forehead start to tingle as something soft comes in contact with it very faintly. Was the softness lips? Ronan wouldn't kiss me I'm nothing to him other than a slave or maid. Everything that happened in these past 2 days have left my body into over drive. The auction, the size of his house, the elegance and layout of everything, the richness of all the materials and furniture. I knew the vampire lords and Purebloods had money but I didn't think it was this much. So it leads me to my last question before I go unconscious, who is Ronan Pierre?