A Pureblood slave

Chapter 9

Well I woke up this morning to some random old lady standing in my room starring at me holding a tray in her hands with food on it. I looked at the plate not knowing what's on it but ended up eating it because it smelled amazing and I haven't had a proper meal in about 5 years. Surprisingly the food was delicious.

After I was done eating and changed into jeans and a plain white t-shirt the old lady that brought me food this morning was giving me a tour of the house that I was now going to spending all the rest of my days in.

Saying this place was huge would be an understatement. This place was massive, bigger than any mansion I've ever seen, this 'house' is more of a palace or a castle. I mean there's a freaking grand ball room here. There's everything that you would ever need here. The kitchen alone is twice the size of my room. The dinning hall has a long narrow dark oak table with chairs upon chairs.

Too caught up with my surroundings I ended lost seeing as the lady from earlier wasn't in sight. Great now I have to find my way back. This is going to be fun. Ha. I roll my eyes at my own stupidity for not paying attention better.

I walked around for what seemed like hours until I found someone. Their back was towards me so I couldn't see their face. I could tell it was a guy from the short bleach blonde hair and the dress shirt and formal pants the man was wearing.

I cautiously make my way to the person. Right when I'm about to tap on their shoulder a hand suddenly grasp my wrist rather tightly and I let out a wince from the pain starting to form. His light sky blue eyes come to meet my emerald ones. His eyes become darker and harder and his grip on my wrist becomes tighter until I feel a snap as he breaks the bone easily. I let a scream and try to wither my wrist out of his grasp but he doesn't budge. My watery filled eyes look at his face to see his eyes now turned black. My eyes go wide and I stumble back in horror from this man. He's a pureblood. Only their eyes can turn black like that.

"Watch it slave and next time it'll be your neck" the cruel man says through clenched teeth as he let's go of my wrist and his eyes still dark.

"I-I was trying to l-look for my room. I g-got lost" I mumble my words through my chocked sobs. His eyes go back to their normal color and his hard expression softens.

"Well why didn't you say so. Come I'll show you the way" he says in a complete 180 from his mood before. He grabs a hold of my bicep and begins to walk from the way I came before with me right by his side. Seriously? What is wrong with these vampires? One minute their about to rip your throat out and the next they are being kind. I thought humans were strange with their mood swings but they are worse. Maybe it has to do with the fact that everything is heightened.

We round a couple corners until we are to the front entrance where the double staircase and chandelier are. We walk up one of the sets of stairs and walk all the way to the end of the hall. He knocks on the door a couple of times before the door opens up to a shirtless and very angry Ronan. I look at his eyes and step back due to his black eyes, darker than blondies if that's even possible. My eyes then trail down to his naked chest and abs that are carved and defined ever so beautifully perfect. His 8 pack has my fingers itching to touch them to see if they are real or just a figment of my imagination from the perfection of it. His skin looks rough and soft at the same time and it has me dying in the inside. How does one look this good? My gaze then drops even lower to his happy trail as it slowly disappears as my focus ends at the waist band of his pants. If only his pants were a little lower I'd be able to see oh my god. What is wrong with me? They must have put something in my food, every since I've been here my mind has only been filled with thoughts similar to this and it's really starting to freak me out. How could I even check out a monster like him? It's because of his kind that I'm in this situation. I'm drawn back to reality when he speaks.