A/N: So I've decided to cancel rewriting this book for a particular reason. You shall see soon! So only the Original version will stay.
Isabella! Start me a bath!" Sir Mochief yells once he is back into the mansion. As quickly as I possibly can, I sat the rag down upon the table and ran upstairs, holding onto the ends of my skirt so I will not step on it and fall. I made it into the bathroom, safely and stepped on the red tiled floors. I turned the metal rods and the water came shooting out of the faucet. I made sure to have the water warm. For this is how master likes it.
I take a rose from the vase sitting just above the bathtub and sprinkle the dark-colored petals into the water. The petals laid on its back, with the curve of the petal reaching outward as if it was reaching for me to save it. I grab the orange soap bar that sat in the corner of the bathtub along with a red towel, I hung the towel over the toilet and stepped out the bathroom, with my hands crossed and my head bowed down. I await for my master. He comes nearly seconds later."Make yourself useful and bring me a glass of wine" my master blows as he comes up the stairs.
I nod my head, put the soap bar into his hand, and made my way down the stairs quickly to get him a glass of wine. I went into the cabinets of the kitchen and grab his most finest wine.
I took out a wine glass and poured the red liquid inside the cup.
Never have I ever tasted wine but it looks quite delightful.
Once the wine was filled nearly to the rim I scurried back up the stairs and into the bathroom to give it to my master.
After giving the wine to my master, I turn to leave."I did not say that you were dismissed." my master says. I looked towards the open door, grabbing my skirt tightly, for I know what is about to happen.
"Yes sir Mochief?" I ask as though I am clueless.
"Turn" he only says.
My fingers trembled as I turn towards him.
He smiles, for he knows that I am afraid, his fangs are white as the bathtub he is sitting in. He leans back onto the wall of the bathtub, allowing me to see his bright red eyes.
For I know it's feeding time. The blondie mustn't have been too appetizing."Remove your clothing"
As much as I've done this, I still am afraid because I dislike for my master to see my temple. But to dismiss the beating..I do as I am told.
********I go back down the stairs, holding onto the two deep holes that have appeared upon my arm by my master. He also bit me on my chest and just above my navel.
A tear descends down my cheeks and I use my palm to wipe it away.
I go into the kitchen to put up the wine bottle and try to escape the horrid memory that had just happened.I walk to the window in the dining area, half of my reflection is broadcasted upon the window. I stop looking at my reflection for a while to see the outside world. The tree that stands.
Its bark a dark brown and its branches are stretched out as though it is rejoicing. A blanket of green leaves covers the branches. The moonlight shimmers through the trees, allowing me to see its beauty.
Suddenly, I get a small weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. A feeling I've never felt before. I quickly move away from the window and into my small room.
I sat down on my mattress and took off my clothes. I got under my blanket and tried going to sleep. For this is what I do whenever I'm not feeling well..I rest while my master isn't looking."Come back to the window"
I got up and walked back to the window, my mind not able to control my body, I stood in front of the window to see a wolf, his eyes were a foggy blue with his pupils dilated to the extreme. I place my hand onto the window. This wolf, its fur, a dark gray with a white stripe going down its snout.
"Come outside. Leave with me"
I make my way towards the black double doors.
As I touch the doorknob to open the door, a sudden jerk from behind causes me to fall onto my tush.
I look around, unsure of what has happened."Where were you going?" I was suddenly asked. I look up to see my master. His eyes are a bright yellow when he's upset. I slowly look away from his glare. For it is his eyes that frightens me the most.
"Why are you naked?" He ask me again.
"I was going to rest" I spoke softly.
"Outside? You know the rules and for that, you shall be punished, into my room you go" my master spoke. He points at the grand curved stairs that will lead me to my torture. I slowly arise off of the ground and up to his bedroom.
I took one peek behind me to see that the wolf in the window was gone and my master was heading towards that window.
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A Vampire's Slave
VampireIsabella has been living as a slave to a vampire name Mochief for as long she can remember. He's never treated her properly until things starts to spice up with a pack of werewolves who tells Isabella who she really is and that's exactly what Mochie...