Bound

Friend's Plea | EVA

Soft brushes tickled my face as I waited for the "big reveal." It would only take a hundred layers of foundation and concealer, but I knew she would make me vampire flawless.

Just like the last two times.

The make up hid much. The impurities, the scares, the pain. I only allowed it because my life likely depended on whether or not my new lord found me pretty to look at. And no one wanted a damaged product.

I wasn't concerned though. Death at their hands would be a means to an end I knew was soon coming. But maybe I should've been worried. I hated every single one of them, and offering the satisfaction of my blood on their hands, was probably the worse way to go.

Angeline was the only exception to my hate for them.

"And...done." the brush grazed the tip of my nose playfully.

I opened my eyes to find Angeline holding a porcelain framed mirror in one hand and a brush in the other.

In it, I could see my plump, red lips parted in awe. The bags beneath my eyes, the bruise on my cheek, the scar beneath my lip. All of it was gone, leaving behind the flawless baby face of a queen.

She had even managed to cover the faded gash on my neck.

"Angeline..." I trailed off, admiring her work in the mirror.

I didn't really care what I looked like, but I loved seeing how excellent she was at her work. She disguised my inhuman paleness and all the scars, and left behind a face of beautiful work of art.

I almost looked normal.

Kind of like a free human. The one's who weren't dumb enough to be captured after the blood drinkers took over.

My eyes feel on Angeline and two pearly white needles peeked out just beneath her blue coated lips. She wore an elegant, suppressed smile that made me raise an eyebrow to her.

"I love it," I said, almost breathlessly.

Her poise fell, and she cracked a huge, goofy smile as she pulled me into a hug.

"You look so beautiful," she said, releasing me. "This is hands down my best work yet. If they don't wanna keep you after this, then I swear..."

She paused.

"What?" I asked. I tried to pretend I didn't notice her mentioning my grave situation. I didn't want to ruin the mood, but I think it was too late.

Her smile fell along with her eyes nearly black in color. She fixated them on the carpet and was silent with a face of guilt.

This was my last chance. As an indentured servant of sorts, my services had been sold to many lords, but my attitude has kept me from being profitable to my vendor. I had been returned to them multiples times, and according to them, if I was returned again, it would be my last time.

"I'll be fine Angel. You know what they say...third time's a charm?" I shrugged.

"Dante," she said softly after a moment.

"Who?"

"He's your next lord. He has like 3 servants? Rumors that he won't accept anything but perfection in them. They have to be exactly what he wants or they're gone. You have to what he said or..."

I said nothing, but instead I stared at her with a solemn look. After a few seconds of silence, I forced a small smile.

I was terrified, not for me but for Angeline. I was the only friend she had. The only one she trusted. I knew how weak she could be. Despite having enough physical strength to kill me with her bare hands, my death would break her.

I took a step towards her and placed a hand on her cheek. Her pallor skin was soft, but ice cold beneath my warm fingers.

"I'll be fine, Angel. And when I've settle maybe you could visit now and then. I doubt Lord Perfection would deny a fellow bloodsucker."

She smiled lightly, but her eyes still showed the sadness and concern.

"Eva, if I could help you out of this-."

"You've helped enough," I interrupted. "It's not your job to get me out of this. It was my own dumbass decisions that got me here, not you. I got myself into this, and if I can, I'll try and get myself out."

She nodded.

"Then do what you need to stay alive. Just...obey. It's your life, your choice, but please, Eva."

I nodded. "I'm not gonna just let myself die."

I didn't want to conform. I didn't want to continue my existence as a servant to them, but I couldn't ignore her plea. If I had no other reason to continue, she was at least one.

"Eva...I-," The door creaked open, cutting her off.

I took a step back, stumbling as my heel snagged the white tail of my dress. Angeline flinched but didn't make a move. It would be suspicious if she tried to catch me, but I knew it hurt to watch me fall.

Angeline sighed.

"Don't mess this up for yourself already."

She turned away from me and strode toward the door that a unfamiliar woman stood waiting in.

"We don't have all day Eva."

I rolled my eyes. Her acting was superb. She mastered every aspect of the usual bitchy vampire and she held character well. But it prbably wasn't that difficult to learn. After all, she was a beautician and constantly surrounded by the spoiled wives of lords. I know it had to be hard, acting this way when deep down if wasn't her. But she had to evolved and adapted to society for her survival. Things weren't the way they used to be.

"And fix the eyes. Less Lord Hale have do it for you."

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Well there's chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed it. Vote if you did and thanks so much for reading.

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