My little Lily. (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter VII: The Party.

The stranger opened the two large doors dramatically, looking at the girl for her reaction of the place. Lily's eyes widened in surprise and fear, her eyes gracing over the features of the mansion, high ceiling, beautiful chandeliers and people.... A lot of people.
Everyone was staring at her and the stranger, she adverted her eyes to the ground automatically. The stranger smirked and gripped tighter onto the girl's waist. He then started to walk, so Lily was forced to look forward so she could see where she was going.
The people stared at them, wait... They were just looking at her not him. Lily pushed herself close into the man and swallowed. They looked hungry, they were staring at her like she was food.. But she wasn't food.
She was honestly scared. As they walked, the crowd parted for them so they had a path to wherever they were going. Lily didn't ask where they were going, she just hoped it wasn't anywhere this crowded or they stopped staring at her.
"Look, another." Whispered one pair to the other, they only shared a moment's glance. Another? She also heard more phrases, they made her confused, including "Fresh meat." And "Victim to the party."
She took her eyes away from the people, focusing on the scenery of the ballroom. A punch table, pretty decorations that were ether red or black that included streamers and fake blood. There was a banner that said, "Bloody good time." She bit her lip, thinking. She then continued to gaze at the other guests of the party, confused of what this party was for and celebrating, and why she had been invited.
Before she knew it she was being pulled out of the large ballroom which once they had left, bustled with commotion. Lily looked at the stranger, fear visible in her eyes.
"Why were they looking at me, like that?" She asked quickly, looking at him. The man smirked and grabbed her hands, holding them. She flushed as he did so and looked down at their hands.
"It's because you look gorgeous and well..." The man leaned forward, whispering into the girl's ear, "Good enough to eat." The girl yelped and looked away, her cheeks reddening.
"I-Is that all?" She asked, her eyes staring into his, looking for truth. He nodded, she smiled a bit and slowly slipped her hands out of his grip, her palms were sweating.
"I-I have to go check on something very important. I know I told you to stay with me, but I realised that I didn't do this." He whispered, she looked at him and then nodded, sitting on the floor. She licked her lips nervously and fixed her heel, before looking back to ask the stranger where he was going.
He wasn't there... But, he can't be that fast can he. She looked around, she as in a large living room, filled with sculptors and ancient artefacts, she decided not to touch them, otherwise she would risk breaking them.. Paying for them. Her parents would kill her. The girl swallowed and bit her lip, closing her eyes, thinking about what the man might be doing.
The girl heard footsteps and looked up, expecting to see the stranger but instead saw a blinding light. She hissed in anger and covering her eyes, shielding the light. She felt something smash into her head, she felt a liquid substance ooze onto her fingertips. She was bleeding. Blood. Blood. No, no, no.
The girl felt the urge to throw up, the thought of seeing the red substance come out of her head and the mess that was made from the wound. She gagged, her vision was starting to blur, and she started to get the blood in her eyes, she could taste it in her mouth.
She screamed loudly, everything was going black. Her body was getting weak and she felt sick. She coughed out blood before her eyes rolled back, she fainted.

The girl's eyes opened, getting blinded by light, she covered her eyes, hissing in destress. Her eyes soon adjusted to the lights and she looked around. She was on a stage, in front of all the guests at the party.
She felt her legs on the cold ground and her legs and arms were tied together. Wait. She looked down, she was tied up, stuck on her knees, she looked around frantically, in a cage. Her eyes stared at the people in front of her, she was in embarrassment.
"And our special tonight, a young female virgin, small, weak and very innocent. The purest blood we can find." Announced a man beside her and she looked at him, he was holding a glass, filled with punch? No, it was blood.
She looked around at the guests, they were drinking blood not punch. The guests all took a sip of the small shot glass, tasting the purest of blood. She looked at the man and started to try to yell at him.
Her voice muffled, someone had gagged her with ribbon, red ribbon. She helplessly yelled into the ribbon, pulling on the ropes keeping her legs and arms tied together. Her head had been wrapped, so the bleeding had stopped.
"Do I have any bids?" Asked the man, ignoring the girl's attempts. He licked his lips, looking at the girl, he smirked. "AND ALIVE!" He announced. He roared in laughter, "Well, I didn't expect that." He said as he walked around the cage tauntingly.
Lily looked at him, she was utterly and completely helpless. She started to hear bids left and right from the now awaiting customers.
Vampires, they were vampires. She was gonna die... She bursted into tears, letting out muffled sobs as she cried. She toppled over onto her side. She couldn't get herself back up. Her hours were ticking by faster.
The man laughed, "Look at her, like a helpless puppy.. So weak, dumb and naive." He reached a hand through her cage and placed it under her chin, making her look at him. She continued to cry. "So fucking pathetic." He growled. Then causally pushed her, making her butt stick up in the air like she was about to be pleasured.
Her cheek touched the cold steel of the bottom of the cage and her eyes looked at the bars of her cage. She let herself say goodbye mentally to her parents and everyone she had ever cared for.
The sounds of voices and shouting of bids, filled her ears and the blaring lights clouded her vision. She couldn't see anything. She closed her eyes, feeling her steady heartbeat which would soon stop, never able to beat again.
The girl swallowed, thinking long and hard. Her eyes welled up with harder tears and she screamed and cried as loud as she could into the ribbon. No one would hear her or help her. She licked her lips and one final attempt she muttered the word,

"Goodbye."