Darkness's Child

Three

The bell rings. A vampire walks into the shop. His hair is blue black, his eyes piercing grey. He says something to the shopkeeper and they laugh. He gets a master key.

As he walks up and down the rows of cages in the near blackness, he stops by me. His smile lights up the room. He goes to the shop assistant and gestures in my direction.

I catch the words 'test run' and 'upstairs' and I am scared.
No, don't be stupid. Your only purpose is to service the masters. If he wants to use you, that is his right. The shop assistant unlocks the cage. 'Bring her back if you're not happy. We have a thirty day return policy, for our repeat customers it's fifty.'

'Thank you' he said, wrapping me in a rug. He tells me to go outside, and gently tugs me inside a waiting limo. So this master is rich.

I sit next to him in the limo. 'Master, how may I serve you? Are you thirsty?'

He says 'No. I fed this morning. Anyway, we're just arriving.'

He leads me up to a room. 'This is my room. You'll sleep here with me.' He sits down on the bed and I walk up to him, allowing the blanket to fall, and sit next to him. I need to pleasure my master, make him happy he bought me so I don't go back.

'Master,' I ask tentatively, 'How would you like me to serve you?'

He gestures to the slave bed in the corner. I fall asleep listening to the breathing of my new master.

***Feiras POV***
I answer the phone in my small office. 'Feiras Black, vampire and private detective, how may I help you?
Yep...
Snow hares? Oh, a middle man...
Five foot, black hair, slender. Anything else?...
Shifter? What kind?...
That won't help me find her...
Slavers? Are you sure?...
Ok, I'll call you back when I have information...
Blood type?...
Ok, uh huh....
Don't worry about the fee just yet...
Bye!'

Another missing shifter kid. Stupid slavers probably think she's human. Obviously a predator, northern, but rare if they're using a middle man. And with a blood type that could be mistaken for ab+, but with an autoimmune response to vampire blood, she won't last five minutes.

I scan the sales records. Aha, yesterday afternoon, a girl fitting her description, sold to...
Oh gods no. Sold to Vladimir Dracul, last living descendant of the Dracula family, known for killing beautiful slave girls...

***slave 83571-42/Espérer POV***

I awoke the next morning to see my master staring at me with blood fevered eyes. I walk over to him, holding out my wrist.

He rips his fangs through my wrist, draining my blood. When he finally pulls away, I fight to remain standing, unsure as to what he wants next, my gaze deferentially lowered. I sense rather than see his smile. 'I knew you were special, little pet, but not this special. I think I'll keep you awhile longer than I had planned.'

I nodded. 'Yes, Master. I want to please you.'

His sensual, predatory smirk slices a narrow line across his chiseled features. 'I'm sure you will please me very much before... the end.'