A vampire's princess

Thirty-two

Months later

It has been terrible. Ever since I had taken that painful blood oath, they had treated me like some slave.

Right now I couldn't even comprehend the fact that these creatures once saw me as family, at times even as a lover.

I guess being the daughter of one of their worst nemesis had its consequences. When I'm alone I sometimes think of her. How she'd told me not to let go of my powers, how they were a part of me. And that's exactly what I had failed to do. The blood oath I had to take in exchange of the lives of every one I had ever loved in any way possible, had changed me. Not only was I not in control of what was happening, I wasn't even in control of myself. Whenever they needed my strength for something, they took it. Whenever they needed my blood for anything, they took it. Whenever they wanted me, they did. I had become theirs in a way I had never seen possible. Yet, I had no choice other than to accept it. Because if I didn't, they made sure I regretted it.

I was staring out of the only small window my room had. The sky was dark but the stars were shining bright. Dreaming about breathing in the fresh air I missed so deeply, I could feel the cold through the glass. I was still staring when Thomas walked into my room, which I was not allowed to leave without their permission. Ever since they'd taken me captive, they'd been cruel to me. No sign of sympathy from any of them. I felt like a nobody, nothing more than a barely living blood bag. "I want my breakfast." He said.

I took off the black nightshirt I'd been living in for the past few days and let his hands make their way. Without a warning in advance he bit me. Even though this was becoming an almost daily ritual, I still tensed up every time he put his fangs in my neck.

Instead of holding back the pleasure it caused, I let a soft moan go, followed by a whimper. I felt him grinning, and then he stopped. "Who would have thought you could be such a good girl?"

I was cold and shivered but I had been taught not to complain. He noticed and he quickly grabbed me a plaid. "Don't get sick." He said, almost sounding worried. "And don't forget to eat something. When you're finished you're allowed to have a shower."

I nodded. "Thank you." I quickly walked over to the food he had brought with him. I hadn't eaten for what felt like days but then Demi walked in. Out of fear, I let go of the food and hurried back to bed.

"Demi", Thomas said. Clearly amused by her appearance. "It's good go see you again."

She smiled and gave him a hug. The last time I'd seen Demi must've been over two weeks ago when she and I had gotten into a fight. I'd been thinking she just didn't want to see me for awhile but apparently she had left the house for days.

"How is she doing?" She asked Thomas, avoiding any direct communication with me which I was grateful for.

When they finished their conversation and intended to leave I asked Thomas, "Thomas, my wounds don't heal as good anymore. Would you please heal me?"

Demi got between the two of us before Thomas could even answer. She touched my wound what made it start bleeding again, then tasted the blood. "No, your body will heal when it's ready."

I hated her but I couldn't let her notice. The last time I did, I ended up being her dinner, that got me almost drained of all blood.

I nodded. "Yes, Ma'am." I couldn't help but still feel scared of her. She had loved me so much once and look what it is now. She was watching me like I was some misbehaving pet.

They walked out of my room and I quickly started eating. Thomas had brought me my favourite pancakes with fresh strawberries and some orange juice. It'd been my first real meal this week and I was actually starting to feel happy.