Welcome Duchess

Kidnapped.

"Alright then Naomi...umm?"

"Anderson...it's Anderson sir." I insisted.

"Ah, right. Well then Mrs. Anderson we'll send you a follow up email if you pass." the gentlemen seemed completely uninterested in my portfolio, and much more fascinated by my chest.

He grinned, "Of course...." he rose from his chair and came closer, "there are other ways you could convince me."

"I'm fine thank you sir." I said firmly.

I picked up my art portfolio struggling to hold back my anger. Bastard, how dare this old geezer try and get me to sleep with him. And for a stupid intern designer position. I shouldn't have expected anything less of this interview. No one was interested in gothic fashion much anymore. The only ones who thought my doll-like face was more interesting.

As I crossed the busy New York street trying to make my way back to my simple apartment I could help but feel a fierce anger burning inside me. All these stupid rich idiots, men and women alike seem to do whatever they want. This world was so unfair...if only I had a chance...just one chance to grasp power.

But what was the use wishing for something like that. I have no doubt countless others have had similar thoughts.

"Look out!"

I was only briefly aware of the sound of desperate brake screeching before a car plowed into me. The last thing I remembered before fading to darkness were my scattered art pieces flying into the wind.

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My eyes opened slowly to the light of day which hurt immediately and I felt a strange hissing sound come out of my mouth as I drew back.

"The vampire! It woke up- What's it even doing here!" I heard a disgusted woman's voice admonish.

My eyes eventually adjusted and I glanced around, I was in a big courtyard surrounded by people in what seemed to be like later 18th century clothing. Was this a movie set? I put a hand to my forehead...it hurt so much.

I couldn't help but glance down at the black wisps of hair lying around my shoulders...my hair changed color? Come to think of it...in this crowd of people no one had hair that was black...it was all browns, reds, and blondes in varying shades.

I felt so tired...so dizzy, I could hear drums all around. Was it really drums? No...it was heartbeats. I could hear the sound of their rushing blood. I stood up and attempted to run but was grabbed by a man.

"Don't fear! This is a vampire slave of mine!" he cried out.

Slave? Was he crazy?

"Sir this is some kind prank? Please let me go home now." I demanded, but was shocked to hear a different language come out of my mouth.

"Shut up." his words were harsh and unforgiving and the leer of a smile he gave me when I looked up at him was terrifying.

He pulled out a pill and forced my mouth open, shoving it downwards, I pulled back hacking and coughing. I couldn't help but harshly swallow it and nearly as soon as I did I felt dizzy and collapsed in his arms.

"Hah...the deadman's blood pill worked. So you're the real deal!"

His coarse laughter was the last thing I heard before I blacked out again.

I woke up in a dark cell made of cold stone bricks. There was dirty water dripping from cracks in the brick, and stains of unknown origins everywhere. I heard sounds of screaming and pleading echoing throughout the halls. Despite the lack of light I could see just fine, and to my horror it was dozens of people being carted back and forth in eithers chains or ropes.