Spilling Our Blood

Chapter three: Sold

I gained my consciousness again, only to find myself in a closed space, which was moving, and i realised i was in a small, cramped vehicle, although i couldn't figure out what kind. I felt cold thing wrapped on my hands and ankles, when i looked at them, they were in shackles, connected to chains, which were attached to a wall of the container van i was in.

I felt like crying so hard, but then, i just noticed i was in the arms of someone i didn't know. I looked up at that person, it was a boy, perhaps of the age seventeen or sixteen, with long, thick black hair, and like myself...in chains.

He was quite attractive, but i saw that he looked just as broken as i was, which sent a wave of pity inside me that made me feel like crying even more.

I shivered, which made to boy look down at me, and he smiled, which made me feel a'little better for him." Oh, you're awake, that good...are you alright" he asked, as his smile started to fade. I couldn't respond, all i could do was burry my face in his chest, although i didn't know him, that was the only option i could choose to keep him from seeing me cry. Somehow i knew he felt pity on me, because he pulled me closer, and stroked my head gently, which comforted me a'little.

" Everything's going to be alright...my names Simon, whats your name..." He asked me, trying to make me feel better, which partially worked, enough to make me stop crying.

I looked up at him, still with tears in my eyes, which he gently wiped away with his thumb. That made me smile, quite faintly, and i replied, " Myra...my name is Myra.", that made Simon smile at me, which was very reassuring, telling me that everything was going to be alright...and i smiled back, still with pain in my eyes, but somehow i knew i found my first friend.

Half an hour later, after a bumpy and uncomfortable ride, we finally came to a stop. The vehicle's doors opened, letting in a hot and harsh glare of sunlight, by men who were not very nice looking, they looked mean and without any emotion but annoyance and anger. Simon held me close to him, trying to keep me from being afraid of what was happening. We were both dragged to our feet by a man, trying to pull me away from Simon, but before i could protest, Simon gripped the mans hand, not to kindly, and said, "No, shes with me...let go" with a sense of determination. The man grunted and pushed both of us out of the vehicle which i realised was some kind of truck, along with a few other people, mostly in rags, who were treated unkindly, as of they weren't even humans at all.

I could have been incinerated in the sun if i was a pure blood, because it was very hot, even for me, and wherever i was,

It was crowded.

Simon held my hand, keeping me close, as we were pushed this way and that, and made to get into a line of most of the people i had seen in the van earlier. Other than that, i saw at three men with wips, two on horses, and a small group of wealthy people under the shade of a tent.

Then a man was announcing something out loud for the wealthy people to listen to, although i cant remember what the man was saying.

One of the wealthy people stepped out of the tent, a vain looking woman,with a girl, probably not older than Simon, shading the woman with a fine, deep red umbrella, trying to keep up with her.

The Woman passed by the line we were in, with disgust in her face, until she walked upto Simon and me. She looked at Simon, and at me with unsettling eyes.

She gripped Simon by the face, which made me swallow hard, as the woman looked at him with cold eyes and let go of his face, not to gently though.

Then the woman turned to me, facing down at me in a dominant manner, then went to crouch to meet my height. I was rather short for a seven year old, even though i was a vampire, i was still the height of a six year old.

She looked at me with those eyes again, the ones that made me think i was of some use.

" what is your name, little girl..." The woman said lifting my head with her hand under my chin, i noticed she was wearing gloves, very well tailored...they were white with red lining on the endges.

" Speak" she said sharply, i almost jumped. " Myra...." I said, trying not to tremble too much. The woman smiled, but it wasn't the nice kind of smile. " a wealthy name i see...where did you come from? " she asked me vainly.

I was saddened by the thought of my father again, and i said nothing. " pitty, your parents must miss you" She said mockingly.

" the both of you look useful" the woman said to me and Simon getting onto her feet. She stood in place for a moment, staring ahead of us, then snapped her fingers...and before i could blink, two men were holding me and Simon firmly, unshackling us, and shoving us abruptly at a desk with another man sitting behind it. He asked us our names, and other information he wanted from us, then the man asked where i came from...thats when i didn't answer.

When i was about to, Simon told the man something, i cant remember what, but he made something up to save me from the trouble of telling the man, and sulking when i did it.

After a few more questions, me and Simon were pushed to some sort of carriage, with blocked windows and a single horse that was made to pull it, and a man at the head of the carrage, who was the coachman. He sneered at both of us, and before we could hesitate, we were shoved inside.

I fell forward in the process, but luckily got caught by Simon, who was pushed in first.

The coachman slammed the carriage door, leaving me and Simon in semi-darkness, only to be aided by a little hole in one of the boarded windows, which i looked through, and saw other people in chains, walking in a line going somewhere, but i didn't know where.

I thought about my father again, and then i felt cold tears, running down my face. I whimpered like a three year old child, knowing i wouldn't see my father again. Simon pulled me close, stroking my head, " its going to be alright...i promise" he said trying to stop me from crying.

It took a long time before we got to our destination, and i fell asleep along the way, only to wake up to the clanking of an opening gate. I rubbed my eyes and looked out of the hole of the carrige, and my eyes widened as i saw we were entering a very beautiful place. It was one of those Victorian gardens which were filled with flowers, only those flowers were roses, red roses...not white ones like we had in my fathers garden.

We were going down a neatly sectioned path made of cobblestone, and finally came to a stop, which made me jump back in Simon's arms in fear that somebody might drag me out of the carrige, and i didn't let go after that.

A man finally opened the door of the carrige, and let us out. He looked nicer than most of the other people that had handled us before, but there was something about him that made me want to ask him if he was alright, because he looked a'little frayed around the edges, and worn, but he still managed to keep up with everything.

Simon was carrying me at the time, so i felt rather safe, even though we were in an organised place.

Then the man said, " follow me, please don't wonder off..." , he had a cultural voice, which made him sound formal, he looked formal too, in the clothes of some sort of butler.

We followed him, although it looked like we would walk through some never ending garden of roses...