The Undefeated Werewolf King

Chapter: 1

2 years later:

She felt drained. Who wouldn't? After having your blood sucked by a demonic vampire.

She returned to her room which consisted of a dirty mattress with a thin piece of cloth for a bed sheet, a toilet and a washbasin in the​ corner of the room. More like a cell.

The feeders were provided with nothing but a piece of cloth for a towel and a white dress similar to that of a maid's uniform but white in color. The fabric around her waist hugged tightly and flowed freely covering her knees.

Angelina made her way towards her resting space and slumped against the dirty mattress.

The monster drank from her twice a day without any remorse or compassion and it hurt like hell every time he did. By now she had lost any hope of being saved or tasting freedom.

She thought that the cells in the basement were a torture but she now wished to be locked in those very cells rather than being a vampire's tea time snack.

The pain which came with that was something unbearable even compared to the beatings that she received from the guards in the past.

The monster would sometimes beat her when he had to blow off some steam or when he was displeased with his mistresses.
But she was glad that he had never touched her inappropriately for he considered her too plain-looking for that kind of attention.

She had a few to no muscle left on her body as the monster didn't let her eat too often. For slaves were not meant to have any kind of pleasures.

She closed her eyes and drifted into another world filled with serenity and peace.

The lake shined brightly with glimmering colors of the sunlight. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon where her parents sat on the bank of the lake watching their children Angelina and Christopher play.

"Mommy! Bubba splashed water on me!!" Came their daughter running towards them with a pout on her face complaining about her brother who was being playful with his sister today.

"Aww sweety, come here let me clean you up" cooed her mother taking off her cotton scarf and wiping the water off her daughter's face.

"There you go sweety, all dry." Her mommy tapping her button nose playfully receiving a chiming giggle from her daughter.

The girl ran towards her bubba again forgetting the fact that she was just mad at him a second ago.

Suddenly the beautiful lake, her parents and bubba disappeared into the dark.

Screams and breaking of objects could be heard in the far distance. Tiny arms wrapped around her now teenage body which belonged to her brother. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear. And vowed to protect her at all costs.

The little arms were suddenly ripped off of her forcibly by a silhouette of a man carrying an axe with a sharp blade.

The silhouette dragged the girl by her hair towards the body of her parents. She could see the blood gushing out of their wounds and mouth. 'There had been a blood bath here' she thought.

She was again grabbed by her neck by a cold hand in a vice grip. She thrashed around violently to escape the cold hand but the man seemed to pay no attention to her struggles of escape.

'I have been waiting for you for a long time, little one' whispered the man sweetly in her ear and pierced his fangs into her throat.

Angelina woke up gasping for air. 'That was one scary nightmare' she thought.

She sighed and sat up straight in her bed. It was early in the morning around 5. She could tell by the color of the sky. The monster provided the slaves with no clock so that he could have a reason to punish them for their unpunctuality and for disobeying their master.

But Angelina was clever enough to make out the time by looking at the sky with the help of the sun through the small window present in her room.

She made her way towards the washbasin and splashed cold water on her face removing any signs of sleepiness. She changed into another maid outfit and waited for the room doors to be opened by the guards.

After a few minutes, the doors opened and Angelina walked out of her cell. Making her way towards the monster's bedroom.

She opened the door to his room gently without making any sound. She made her way towards the bed and found that he was still sleeping. Which was very odd as their kind rarely slept.

She was confused whether to wake him or not. He may get furious at her for disturbing his sleep. 'I will just leave him be' she thought.

Every day for the past two years she would wake up and walk straight up to the monster's room and let him feed on her. She was not supposed to look him in the eye nor talk unless given the permission to do so.
She was his personal slave and blood bank.

She was supposed to take care of his room and study, wash his dirty clothes and other chores given by the headmistress. His wife.
Though she never slept in his room. None of his mistresses did. She never understood why and never had the courage to ask either.

She started off by picking his dirty laundry off the floor which was carelessly tossed around the room and collecting it into the laundry basket very carefully without making any noise.

She made her way towards the laundry room
through the hallways. The hallways were heavily guarded by scary looking guards to whom which she never spoke to and they never troubled her too. 'The perks of being a personal slave to the monster' she thought bitterly.

The laundry room was nearly empty with a few personal slaves doing their master's laundry. She separated the clothes and placed them in different washing machines according to their color and fabric.

"Hey Angelina, how are you today?" Asked Lucy. She was a personal slave of one of the master's mistresses. Lucy was the only person Angelina talked to and even trusted her. She was her only friend in this godforsaken hell.

"Hi, Lucy I should be the one asking you that question. Mistress seemed really mad yesterday when you spilled the costly china.
Are you okay? Does it hurt? Should I get you some ointment?" Angelina was worried about her friend. The look on her mistresses face was scary yesterday when Lucy accidentally broke the precious china dishes. She must have received some gruesome beatings by her mistress.

"No Angelina. I'm fine. I'll live." Lucy somehow managed to fake a smile but the purple bruises on her face said otherwise.

Angelina grabbed Lucy by her good arm towards the kitchen and took out some ointment for her bruises from the top shelf and started applying it on Lucy's bruises.

"Thanks, Angelina, but that wasn't necessary"

"Oh hush, now let me apply the ointment quickly so nobody will notice our absence."

Both rushed out of the kitchen and towards the laundry room to collect their master's laundry which was now washed and dried in the dryer.

The monster was now awake and dressed. Ready for his breakfast.

Angelina made her way towards him and offered her neck. The monster wasted no time as he quickly lunged for her throat and started drinking.

The agonizing pain made her dizzy. No matter how many times he fed on her the pain just doesn't get any better. It was like your life being sucked out of your body and the monster made no efforts to make it any less painless.

She thought of happy places that she'd rather wish to be. The beautiful lake from her dreams, her childhood house, her family, her bubba and freedom. Which she knew she'd never have a chance to get. Her master would rather kill her than set her free.

The monster stopped drinking from her once he was satisfied.

"You may leave slave" he ordered without giving a second glance at her.

Somehow she reached her cell without losing consciousness and laid down on her mattress.

The loss of blood and the excruciating pain drained her. Again.
Laying on the dirty mattress she wondered if she could ever escape this life that fate had somehow dropped upon her shoulders.

With that thought in mind, she drifted into a dreamless slumber.