My Vampire Love

CHAPTER 2- Pineapples, lemon and cats.

"You injected too much in her..." I heard a feminine voice saying.

"She talked too much" a masculine voice grumbled.

I couldn't react, whatever they injected into me had full effect on me. My head was pounding like crazy and I felt so weak. I tried opening my eyes but they were too heavy, I tried one more time and my eyes managed to open half way. I saw a blurry vision of a woman talking to a man whose height I could recognize to be that of the man that pushed me into the car earlier. They turned to look at me.

"She's getting conscious" the lady said.

I quickly shut my eyes back as a form of pretence.

I felt a strong arm grip me.

I've never been good at acting.

"Get up!" His rough voice yelled, raising me up roughly.

"Be careful with her. A rare type isn't easy to come by these days". She said.

The man scoffed. I tried to stand up but my limbs were too weak.

"She's still weak" the lady said.  "We can't take her for auction anymore. You caused all these, now we can only present her picture and some other information. You know weak pets are not allowed at the auction hall. You should have been more careful ". She scolded.

Someone carried me roughly, obviously the rough male.

What if he wanted to kill me?! No-no-no I wouldn't let that happen.

I started hitting his back with all my strength, that is, the little strength I had in me and you know what? He didn't even budge. I gave up when I became tired but I kept my eyes alert though it hurt but my life was precious so-

He threw me on a sofa and left. I looked at the lady, she was a pretty blonde with hair packed in a tight bun. Her skin was pale though.

A lady with black hair came in with a suitcase, she put it beside the chair and left. The lady looked at me with a warm smile.

"You can have your bath if you want to". She said.

I'd have loved to, if only my legs wouldn't give up on me. Well, one try wouldn't hurt.

I tried to stand up but no way! My legs were too weak, I just sank down back into the sofa. She smiled again.

"What's your name ?"

"Brittany. Brittany Riele"

"Age"

"Fifteen".

She had this look on her face but she dismissed it and scribbled the information on a book and continued.

"Allergies"

"Pineapples, lemon and cats"

"Any physical or emotional scars?"

"Why do you want to know?" I questioned.

"Answer the question". She commanded.

I found myself yielding to her command.

"Yeah. My mom's death and my dad's betrayal really affected me". I said hesitantly.

She scribbled on the book again.

"Change your clothes, you can leave the jeans on". She ordered. "Put this shirt on".

She tossed over a shirt to me.

Foolishly, I expected her to leave.

"Go on, take it off" she said with a smile plastered on her face.