Game of the Vampires

Chapter 9:

     Grayson's words echoed through my head when I woke the next morning. The gut-wrenching feeling had long settled over me every time I thought about it.

     All those slaves being led to slaughter. It made me wonder if we were really that insignificant.

     Letting out a sigh, I finally pulled myself out of bed. I grabbed my cleaned maid uniform before I began to change into it. With a deep breath, I pulled my door closed behind me and began to make my way towards role call.

     When a watcher came by to scan my wrist, I barely paid attention as I stared vacantly down at the floor. It was already the second day of working here, and I was already starting to revert back to my old self.

     After the first day of every job I had, it seemed like I would always become a robot. I would run through the motions everyday. However, nothing really registered with my mind. It's almost like I would let my mind wander elsewhere while my body would do what it was actually supposed to.

     I began to trudge towards my station. Like I said, I was basically running through the motions. Still, my mind was not here. Thoughts of freedom and what life would be like if I wasn't here ran through my mind.

     It wasn't until a server nudged me that I realized that the break bell had already sounded. I turned around, taking the water from the server. I silently thanked her before I leaned against a bookshelf in my section.

    I finished the water as I glanced out of the small window behind the shelves. Thoughts of freedom and things that could never come true filled my head. I took in the scene outside. All I could see was the limbs of the tops of the trees and the graying sky. The sky indicated that there would probably be rain later on. I finally snapped out of my thoughts and finished my drink.

     I was moving a stack of books when I stumbled over something. I dropped to the floor along with the books, creating a loud noise that echoed through the silence. When I had falled, a loose nail in one of the bookshelves had torn open the sleeve of my uniform and ripped the skin of my arm open. 

     Blood rushed to the surface, and I let out a hiss of silent pain. My eyes swung up to the figure that towered over me. 

     Standing before me was a man with shaggy black hair with red streaks in it. His lips were pulled into a smirk as he looked down at me with glowing red eyes.

     Please tell me he hasn't smelled the blood. 

     Of course he's smelled it, you fool!

     "You're quite the clumsy one, aren't you?"

     I remained silent as I gazed up at him. Apparently, this angered him because his smirk fell. The next thing I knew, I was being pressed up against the wall by the man.

     "When I ask you a question I expect an answer. Otherwise, I might be forced to punish you, little slave," he said.

     I felt my eyes widen when I saw a flash of his long fangs as they extended. I swallowed as I squirmed slightly. It was no use, however, because he had a death grip on me as he held my shoulders pinned down to the wall.

     I squeezed my eyes close when the man's fangs began to lower towards my skin. My stomach was twisting in nots as I felt his breath fan over my skin. I expected to feel the razor pain as his fangs pierced my skin, but instead, I only heard the sound of someone clearing their throat.

     I opened my eyes to see the man's irritated face. The man turned his head as I glanced over to see who the noise originated from. My eyes landed on Col, and I felt hope shoot throughout my body.