Auctioned to a Vampire

Chapter 1

The metal dug into my wrists. They were clasped so slightly I could swear they were breaking the blood flow going to my hands which of course they would know nothing about. Vampires have no need to keep the blood circulating as they were dead. Just dead, disgusting, bloody bastards. Not too long ago humans, like myself, lived and worked freely and were top of the food chain. Then they came- the vampires. No one knew where or how they came to be but they started to showing themselves to the public eye. It started out as just a few deaths... Then it got worse. Vampires enslaved the human race and replaced us as top of the food chain. We were now sold to other vampires as slaves for money to be forced to work for them or something much worse than just cleaning. It depends on what position you're in. My position was a group slave traders knocking on our door and threatening my father unless he gave them a member of his family to be sold as a slave he, himself would be killed- at least that's the way I saw it as it was early morning when they came and I was still in bed.

FLASHBACK

"Hope, wake up."

I opened my eyes and yawned to see my Dad shaking me awake with an unreadable expression on his face which made me very suspicious.

"Get dressed and come downstairs." He ordered and left the room without a second glance, it was like he couldn't look at me or something. I did as he said and skipped down the wooden stairs. We were quite well up for these times as my Mum worked for the the Duke and Duchess of England which were vampires and not the original royal family as they were all proper dead and not even coming back as a vampire kind of dead. I didn't know what Dad worked as but he had long nights and late shifts everyday. I don't even want to think about what he does as it can't be good.

I reached the bottom and saw two strange men standing with my Dad in the hallway. "Hope!" Dad noticed me.

"What's going on?" I queried.

"He's sellin ya." The man with black hair to the left of Dad said. "To our trade. Ain't that wonderful love?" He winked at me and showed me his fangs.

They were vampires.

"I had to choose or they'd kill me." Dad smiled sadly. "It's not that bad."

"Daddy, no!" I pleaded, tears leaking down my face uncontrollably. Dad looked at me solemnly and nodded to the guards to take me away.

The one with black hair lunged at me with a black bag and forced it over my head. I let out a scream but it was muffled my the bag.

"Sweet dreams." Someone snarled and I blacked out from lack of oxygen.

END OF FLASHBACK

A growl came from behind me and I swivelled round and found the vampire with black hair holding a wooden sign with string looped through it either side. "Stop struggling." He eyed the handcuffs that were on me which I was trying to wriggle out of. He put the sign over my head and the rope itched my neck. The sign read: 21.

"That your number." The vampire smirked at me. "You in for a right treat. All the oyals are ere today."

"Speak English please!" I moaned. "Your accent is appalling. And your sentence structure isn't up to date either."

"Why you little-" He slapped my face hard, causing me to fall back onto the floor. I winced as I touched the cut he made in my face.

"You little worthless scum." He spat on my face. "Teach you not to disrespect your elders."

"Scum? I hope you don't mean yourself." I retorted before I could stop myself and I immediately bit my tongue with regret.

His eyes narrowed at me as he prepared to lunge at me when a voice from another room boomed "And here's our next prized possession: number 21!"

The vampire in front of me stopped and smirked evilly at me "I would kill you but it's your turn."

My turn? For what?

"The auction." He said as if reading my thoughts, his smirk growing wider if possible. He grasped my shoulders and manoeuvred me through the metal door on the other side of the room and I found myself in front of at least fifty people- or shall I say vampires.

They were rows of vampires seated in front of a platform which a few were on, I suppose selling the goods and in this case me. I was pushed up the steps to the platform and shoved into the centre.

"This is 21st item we're selling today!" A female vampire next to me on the platform announced, brushing back her fake blonde locks. "This is a female human, aged seventeen which is very early into her life. Up for five gold pieces. Do I hear five? Yes?"

A male vampire in the corner standing held up his hand

"Six!" A female in the third row shouted.

"Six? Do I hear seven?" The vampire next to me grinned around the room at the audience. "Yes, do I hear ten?"

Various prices were called out and I bit the inside of my cheek. I would never see my family again. I was to be sold as a slave to a vampire for him or her to do whatever they please with me. Most sold I heard were servants or used to please the vampire in question. As soon as the vampire was bored of them they could turn them or simply snap their neck which was most common.

"Ninety?" The bleach blonde next to me looked with liquid gold eyes round at the crowd. Yes, vampires eye colours are very different to you or I's. That's how you tell if someone is vampire or human.

"Hundred and fifteen!" A male vampire standing in the shadows of the room in the far corner echoed in a raspy voice.

"Hundred and fifteen? Going, going and gone!"

I felt a tears running down my face as I was escorted of the platform and towards the man who had just brought me by the vampire who spat on me earlier.

The sign was taken off me as well as the handcuffs and the tension coursing through my body died down slightly.

"See ya luv." The vampire who spat on me, pulled me towards my owner.

My new owner passed a huge, bulging bag of money into the other vampire's outstretched hands.

A few minutes passed of him counting carefully each gold piece before him finally grunting and leaving me with my new owner.

What should I say to him? What am I meant to do?

I looked up at his face and sucked in my breath. How could a vampire look so angelic? Dull blonde mob of hair and stunning stormy grey eyes... Stop! He's a vampire. There all a bunch of murderous, brutal, barbaric killing machines!

"Follow me." His cold voice cut through my brain like ice and I had to suppress a wince of pain. I followed him out of the room and into the pitch black world outside and to my new home till the day I die.