The Unique Slave

The Unique Slave: Chapter 4

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Chapter 4:

Alpha's POV:

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Back to my family, duh . . ." I said in my 'isn't it obvious? ' voice.

The Prince just raised one of his perfect eyebrows . . . he looks so cute . . .

'No, bad! He's evil! He owns you!' My head screamed at me.

'Enemy!'

"Look, my 12 year old sister is at home, alone. My dad is gone most of the year and my mom is probably dead. I need to take care of my sister." I was so embarrassed to be begging, but I had to get back to Alana, so I tried to earn pity . . . if they even have pity. I looked at the Prince with sincere pleading eyes, though he couldn't see them behind the sunglasses.

"Zack!" A Werewolf appeared . . . wait Werewolf? Vampires and Werewolves are supposed to hate each other. "Make sure the thing doesn't get away."

I'm not a 'thing'!

The Werewolf pulled both weapons out of my hands then jerked my arms behind my back pushing me forward, outside into the cold night.

"Master, do you want it in the back, or in the trunk?" the Werewolf asked in a gravelly voice.

Master?

Trunk?!

That's when I went into a fit of laughter, I laughed so hard that my sides started to hurt. When I had calmed down I looked up to be met with a questioning look from the Prince. "I would have never thought that a Werewolf would be working for a Vamp." I explained.

The Prince instantly stiffened, "How do you know about us?" he asked in a strained voice.

"Why do you think I had a stake?" I asked looking right into his piercing, deep green eyes.

The Prince growled, a deep warning sound. "Back, it would get out of the trunk, it's too smart."

"Aww, I'm touched." I said sarcastically. The Werewolf pushed me against the black sports car starting to pat me down. "Hay! What are you doin'?! Okay, I'll give you all my weapons! Just stop touchin' me!" The Were abruptly stopped.

I hate when people touch me, absolutely hate it.

Reaching into my bra I pulled out a pocket knife. On my right thigh I kept my small gun in its holster. Pulling it out, I looked at it with longing eyes, I had gotten this gun when I was 11, her name was Megan. Handing the shocked Were my pocket knife, I hugged Megan to my chest like a favorite Teddy Bear.

The Were put out his hand, waiting for me to give him Megan. "Please be careful with Megan, she's my favorite." I pleaded as I placing Megan into the Were's large hands.

"In." the Were ordered.

Opening the door, I got in, scooting over the farthest I could get, my back hit the other door. I don't want to touch him and I don't want him to touch me.

The prince got in behind me, also staying on his side.

The car ride was short, only 15 minutes of unhealthy silence. When we pulled up to a large gate my hope of getting away was demolished, it went all the way around the large estate, its walls were too tall to climb and the design was to compact to squeeze through any holes.

Then it all came crashing onto me like a wave, I won't be able to go back, never. I will never see my famil again . . .

Daddy

Alana

All my best friends . . .

Never again.

The scariest thought was what if Mom comes back I won't be there to see her again.

A single tear escaped from my eye and ran down my bruised cheek.

Never, ever again.

Before I knew it I was being led into the mansion, walking through what looked like a ball room, I saw some maids cleaning and setting up what looked to be party supplies. One maid caught my eye, she wasn't wearing the maid uniform like the others. She was mopping in the far corner though, like the other maids.

She was facing away from me but I got a vibe that she was a Vamp. I stopped in my tracks, making the Were bump into me. "Who is that over there? Is she a slave?" I asked the Were, pointing at the woman.

"Oh that's Ms. Stokes, she was a slave to the king, but now she is free and his personal assistant." He said not really interested.

"Come!" The Prince shouted from the middle of the large spiral stairs.

The Were pushed me again, making me walk. The Prince's outburst got all of the maid's attention. The Vamp also turned to see what was going on.

No . . . this can't be.

She looked the same as she did when I last saw her, tall with curly blond hair and natural red highlights. The same color eyes as my sister.

The last time I was her was six years ago, when the big scary Vamps were dragging her away.

The day she got kidnapped.

Mommy?

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