the evil one a.k.a the son

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I sit quietly in my room waiting for the inevitable. When I hear the door open I close my eyes. My head is roughly grabbed than and I feel hot breath on my neck. "Open your eyes slave, I command you to look at your master." I winced. I didn't know this voice so this must be the son. I open my eyes and look at him. I have to bit my tongue to keep from screaming. He has scars all over him theirs fresh blood on his shirt his eyes are black as night and his hair is black with bright red highlights. He's wearing a shirt that says back off with a hand on it. His pants are black skinny jeans and he's wearing black pumas. He looks at me with his mouth open and I see he has fangs.
Oh crap, I think. This freak wants me to be a vampires slave. I'm a fairy for cripes sake I can't be a vampires slave. He than look s into my eyes and sees my fear. He closes his mouth. "Don't be scared I'm not as cruel as my father." He steps closer. " I promise your safe with me I won't let anything happen to you."
I look into his eyes and know he's sincere. "I trust you," I hear myself saying. " what is your name?"
"My name is damion but you must call me master," he looks resentful at having to use that word.
"Yes, master." I say, and see him Blanche. Okay so not his idea to be called master....interesting.

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