Forbidden love, ruled by all #wattys2017

Master

With heavy slow steps I stood beside the girls, most of them pre-owned as most of them had barcodes on their wrists, along with their number: In the vampire  realm they usually introduced their personal by their number, not their name. If my first master really wanted to they could change Reagan's name, but why would they?

Taking in deep breaths i felt a lump in my throat form as the guard swotted my arms away from my, personal places. I hated this, i hated being treated like a toy. A toy that a person could throw away or brake at any time or place and it didn't matter. It didn't matter because a toy could be replaced. I watched as one of the girls further down the line stepped forward, her long blonde hair down to her bum and large blue eyes. She was stunning and at that moment, i honestly didn't understand why i was classified with all these girls: they were beautiful, stunning. All  model  material.

After my number and information was called out i snapped my gaze to the crowed, numbers rising and falling as people were offering money for the girl, her gaze locked onto the crowd. I could tell she's done this before p, it was written all over her perfect face.The girls face plastered with a fake kind smile, but you could just tell she was an ass in real life. Without the glossy overtone of her voice. Looking down at my pale  hands i jumped as a loud bang of a hummer and the words 'sold' ringed through the room.

The same thing repeated, the girls without barcodes went higher then the rest, obviously because they were new. Virgins. Fresh meat. Just like me. I was left onstage alone. Some of the girls were bought and some were not.

"No number, fresh. Human. Name: Reagan grace. Eighteen years old", a guard called out as he read off a piece of paper, his voice stern, unimpressed. I snickered: I hated that all the attention was on me, i  wanted to run off stage, but i knew if i wasn't bought i would be killed or sold off for blood. As soon as the words passed the guards lips the bids started and to my surprise they were high. Very high. At first it sounded like a couple of men, no women were Interested in me. But, slowly the people gave up and  my fate rested between two people. "2500 00!", a man bided, his voice stern and desperate . My gaze shifted around the room as I  tried to see who the voice belonged to, but i failed to find out. " 3000 00!", another man called out, his voice more calm and collected.

My eyes darted around the room, panic overtaking as  my body, my breaths were frantic and heavy. I could feel my knees about to buckle and my hands shook. " going once", the guard said, his voice a little surprised. The whole crowd was silent. " going twice", the guard went on, a long pause between words. " going three times", the guard said before lowering his hammer onto the table with a echoing snap. " sold to price Evan", the guard spoke, surprised, but not as surprised as me.

Looking around the room frantically I took heavy breaths in, the room filling with chatter and amazement. But, all I was focused on was a pair of similar hazel eyes. Jakes. "Reagan!", he yelled, trying to get my attention and It honestly worked, my deep brown hair falling in front of my eyes as we both Took a step forwards, but I stopped as the guard behind me harshly pulled my elbow. "Jake!", I yelled in response, my voice felt raspy and weak. I hated weak. My sudden outburst earned me a harsh slap to the cheek, my face whipping to the side at the sudden pain that erupted in my cheek. My words were silenced. " Reagan!", jake yelled once more, but I could tell his efforts were pointless and waisted.

I looked back at jake one last time before he too was granted with a harsh shove from a guard, his words muddled by the loud chatter of the crowd. I whimpered, looking over at him i knew this was the last time I would see him and then my gaze wondered to the blonde behind him. Anna. I could see she wasn't upset, I could some how sense she was glad: that fake smile I knew all to well was plastered all over her perfect face. I felt anger boil: I called her my sister, my friend and from all the time we spent together all I get was a pat on the back for trying.

Looking away I felt something deep inside me stir. I never felt the feeling before, but, it came. With another harsh shove I was pushed offstage, only to be greeted by Emily, her facial expression telling me she wasn't happy with what I did moments before. Stopping in front of her I diverted my gaze to the ground, the ground cold underneath my bare feet. " you said you wouldn't be any trouble Reagan", Emily spoke with such authority every word that passed her red lips sent nervous shivers of fear down my spine. I felt frozen in place. I begged my legs to move but they wouldn't, i felt trapped in this hell they called their heaven.

" I'm sorry I just-", I tried to explain myself, but again, that only earned me another harsh slap across the face, my hair pooling in front of my eyes. " go, clean yourself up", Emily spat, her words riddled with anger and spite. I swear, if the devil had an image it would be her. Walking past her with heavy feet I could feel myself dragging my feet along, the sound of my bare feet echoing through the large open room. I obeyed, like a dog and its master I walked into the room I was hours before, clothes hung up in the corner with my name written on a small card beside them.

At that moment I knew the only way out of this was death, but I wouldn't result to that: I'm a fighter, a born fighter. Getting dressed I saw my reflecting in the large mirror on the wall, my long brown hair hanging down my back and my dark hazel eyes that just looked back at me like I couldn't even recognise myself. To me, this girl in the mirror was weak, that girl in the mirror was me.

Walking over to the clothes if wasn't anything flash, it was a long dress, maiden dress. A light blue and to my surprise it wasn't frayed at the ends like my last dress. It was expensive, I knew that, but it was like the person who picked it knew what I liked: simple and plain. Running my cold fingers down the edges of the dress I felt compelled to try it on, I wasn't gong to lie, I liked it. It was a maid styled dress, but at the same time it was good enough for a normal person on the street, an expensive street. Grabbing the underwear I slipped it onto my small frame. I took my time before walking back over to the dress and just before I was about to slip into it a lady walked into the room.

" what are you doing?", she asked, her eyes narrowing like I was going to tamper with something and muck-up her day. " g-getting changed", I stuttered, my voice faint and weak. Shaking her head she walked towards me, " that's my dress,-", as soon as those words passed her lips I felt myself frozen in place, but before I could apologise she interrupted, " That's yours". I followed her gaze to the black dress next to it, slim fitted, the type of dress you wore to somewhere special. I stuttered, " You sure?", I asked as I watched her pass the dress to me, my eyes wondering down the beautiful dress that she called mine. She rolled her eyes, obviously finding my question worthless, " yes Hun", was all she said.

Taking the dress I watched her as she took the blue one out of my grip before walking to the other side of the room to change. I was shocked, honestly I was: I never knew I had a master with even more expensive taste then the last. Turning away from the girl I slipped it on, the top part of the dress lace, matching the long laced sleeves that connected to my middle fingers with a ring. The bottom part long and flowy, but it still gripped my small figure. Looking into the mirror I walked closer to it, I could clearly see a bruise forming on the left side of my cheek as blood surfaced to my skin on the place I was slapped harshly.

I cleaned myself up like I was told: my hair was neatly pinned up and I covered my cheek with the makeup provided. The girl left moments before me. I looked down at the black heals I wore, my hands sweetly and nervous, nevertheless I was very scared. Opening the door I was greeted by a tall man, his dark hazel eyes piercing me with his gaze. His dark black hair complementing his pale skin and his lips a pale pink. He was intoxicating. His gaze was addictive and as soon as he talked I felt my knees about to buckle. But, I kept my place. " Reagan?", he asked, his voice smooth like honey, I was like I longed him to say my name. It was just what I needed. "Yes", was all I said and even with that I could see a spark of reaction in those cold eyes of his.

Following his gaze he grabbed my wrist, only to turn it over and pierce it with a small gun. A barcode. " my name is Evan, I'm your new master".