When Will It End?

Chapter 3

***The picture above resembles what Jenna looks like***

"Wake up, Robyn" Blake said as he ran his thumb down my cheek.

I opened my eyes and looked at him in confusion. The hell? Why are these vampires so touchy feely?

"We're almost home" Blake said, pulling his hand away.

Don't look like home to me, man. I'm escaping first chance I get.

Blake looked at me, a smirk crossed his lips. "Are you ready for your new life?"

I let of a deep sigh, full of annoyance. "What exactly do I have to do?"

"Just some personal chores" Blake answered.

"Like?" I asked, raising a brow.

"Keeping my room together, helping me with daily duties and catering to my every need. Simple things" Blake answered, looking directly at me.

I sat in silence with a puzzled look across my face. What am I? Your mother? Shit.. you might as well kill me, because I ain't doing all that.

"Is there a problem?" Blake asked, still looking at me.

"No, sir" I answered through my teeth.

"It's not a huge work load. You'll be spending most of your time just following me around. I really did not need nor want a slave anyway." Blake said as he moved the strands of hair from his forehead.

What the hell? Let my ass go then! Why did he even go there to buy one if he didn't want one?

My puzzled expression returned. "Then why get one?" I asked with slight attitude.

"Don't question me, human" Blake said, coldly.

"I do have a name, you know. You don't have to call me human!" I snapped.

"I bought you. I own you. I can call you whatever I want" Blake snapped back.

"But I got a name though" I said, with quite a brat like attitude.

"Listen, human" Blake began.

"But I got a name though" I repeated.

Blake pinched the bridge of his nose. He let out a long sign.

"Robyn" Blake said with a pause. "I see I'll have to break you in."

"I did not ask to be kidnapped. And I sure as hell didn't ask to be bought. You could at least call be by my name" I said, calmly.

A cocky smirk crossed his lips. He scooted closer to me and leaned towards my face. "So, the slave is making orders?"

Yes, I am! No one runs me. "I'm just saying if I have to be here against my will, you could use my name. It's the respectful thing to do" I answered, inching back.

Blake let out a slight chuckle. "I like you, Robyn. You're tough" he said, sitting up straight. "We'll see how long that will last."

Great! Thanks a lot, black woman attitude. You've fucked me over yet again.

"We're here, Sir Blake" the driver said as he drove down a long driveway.

I looked out the window to see my new home. The limo came to a stop in front of the home. I gasped as soon as my eyes fell on it. It was absolutely stunning. It was the most beautiful mansion I've ever seen.

Wow! These people got mad stacks. Shit.. If I gotta be held against my will, this place isn't too bad.

Blake's door opened and the driver bowed as he stepped out of the limo. The driver jogged around to the side I was on and opened the door.