Emperor's Pet

Servant

I jolt up on a cold metal table in a green gown. Where am I? What happened? I remember Slade coming to me, but the vampire had me. Now I'm here in a very bright room that's walls are all pure white. The dirt is all gone and my hair isn't a mess anymore. Was I groomed? That's just creepy to do to a person. I slide off the table and walk around. Noticing slips of paper on a board, I pick up the board hanging at the end of the metal table. It had all my information on it.

Subject 263

Name: Akira
Gender: Female
Rank: Alpha's daughter
Pack: Lycan
Found by: Hudson Reed
Condition: Stable
Blood type: A+
Occupation: servant

What the hell is this supposed to mean? Am I a test subject for a weird test experiment? Hudson must of been the vamp that brought me here. I want him to feel so much pain right now. That blood suckers words came into my head 'I have orders to follow'. The hell you do! In anger, I chucked the board at the wall. How did they know what blood type I am? I peer down at the inside of my arm where it's bruised. That answers that question. But what I don't understand is the servant part. Most importantly, how did they know who I am? My face bleached when I hear it open into the room. I turned around in defense ready to fight the enemy. It was a women wearing a black and white dress with white stocking that had black bows and black high heel shoes. She had the same clothes in hand. The door automatically slid closed behind her. She held out the clothes to me and I backed away. So instead she put them neatly on the floor in front of her. The women then walked back to the door and swiped a card making the light above the door turn red to green. The metal door opened magically waiting for her to walk through.

"Put the uniform on and wait for further instructions from a higher rank", she says, before walking out. The door then closed again with the light turned red. I stepped over the clothes and look through the little glass window in the door. Only seeing the same door like mine across from me. Who was she? What is this place? Since when am I taking orders from higher rankings here? Where is here? Why is this happening to me? I need answers and the only way is to go with it. I pick up the clothes and put them on. Trying to stand in these high heels are hard but harder to walk. They kind of hurt my feet so I tossed them off near my green gown. I sat on the metal table admiring how they did my hair. It was a waterfall braid all the way around my head and was pulled back in a loose ponytail. How I know this is that I can recognize the pattern by the touch of my fingers. Hours passed by as I sit there in the room swinging my feet. My boredom growing and patience fading away. Many times I hear footsteps out in the hall outside my door, but none to open my room door.

"How long are you gonna keep me waiting?" I asked loudly for anyone to listen. If your going to keep me to be the lady and waiting you got another thing coming. So in return I'll be a pain in everyone's neck. All the footsteps stop and whispers replace them. Soon after my snarky question, my door slides open to three men. Two were in black suits behind one man in a red suit with a white rose in his little shirt pocket. He came over to my table which I jumped off and backed away from. The man picked up the board that I left on the floor near the wall. He studied the piece of paper and look up with a menacing grin.

"Good evening, Miss. Akira. My names Matthew Clarkson and I'll be your guide. I hope we get along though I can tell you'll be a handful", he looks over at the shoes on the floor. He takes off his black glasses and hands them to one of the men along with the board.

"So could I ask you to follow me", Matthew turns his back to me not even checking to see if I'm willing. He starts to walk away and my legs follow with caution. Guess I'm desperate to get out of this white, bright room. I begin to pass the men when one of them place these thick, stiff cuffs on me.

"Its for your own safety including ours as well", Matthew slides his card, opening the door. We walk down this long hallway past all the rooms like mine. The two men stay on my tail and Matthew is blocking me from passing him. So I'm stuck in the middle being lead to who knows where. He stops at a double door entrance and turns to me with a strict look.

"I expect you to behave yourself on this tour", he sternly speaks,"But that would be impossible for you"

I glare at him making him glare back with challenging eyes. Matthew spun around on his heels and enters a code in a key pad. He pushed open the two doors presenting a larger room full of people dressed like me. But some guys wore black slacks and black vest over their long-sleeve shirts. On the other hand, some guys wore a grey leather one piece suits. They all sat on the same table that was in that room I was in. Women going back and forth to each patient in a hurry. Matthew put his hand on my back pushing forward. He pointed to a table to sit on and told me to stay there. Few minutes after a women came over and flashed a light in my eyes. Put a cold metal piece on my chest and told me to breathe in and out. She also took a flat, wooden stick on my tongue telling me to stick out my tongue. Next, she tells me to lay down just to feel my stomach. Then took the inside of my arm and stuck a long needle in it. She injected something in me quickly before going off to another person to treat. Matthew was talking to some other person in a red suit. It looked as if they were arguing more than having a buddy to buddy chat.

"Hey! What did she do to me?" I tried to get his attention. But he put up one finger telling me to wait. I crossed my arms acting like a child that's not getting what it wants.

"Its a tracker", A boy next to me says,"If that's what you are asking"

"A tracker?" I repeated back. He had the black slacks and vest. The boy looks like he could be eight years old.

"That's what I said, didn't I?" He muttered. Why is he so sour for a cute little boy? Well I would be sour if I was trapped here away from everyone and everything I know.

"So what's your name?" I sat criss-cross on the table.

"Samuel but my friends call me Sam", he told me.

"Does that mean I can call you Sam?" I implied. He shook his head and peered over at me.

"Last time I checked we are not friends. You're just a stranger I started to talk with because I was bored. Also my mom told me not to talk to strangers. So Adios, Chica" Samuel made a face at me before running off. I was wrong. That boy was born to be sour.