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CHAPTER1
A vampire guild: an old underground place where creatures called ‘Vampires’ live.
The most of the vampires actually never went to the world above, the only reason they went there is to collect some blood, collecting a few bottles and surviving for a few months more.
People thought that the vampires were monsters, terrible monsters that would do everything for blood. It’s true; we drink blood, but only to survive. We, vampires, are no monsters. We’re only human, but a bit different. And not because we bite, that you become a vampire. Only when our saliva or blood gets in connection with yours, you get “infected”. In the past women were low, here women are low and one thing made it even worse: bitten females are turned into slaves! Slaves mayn’t love anybody; they may have seksual contact (To get children), but no love. Daughters of slaves are slaves, sons of slaves, get killed (Males are too important to be slaves). If a man was bitten, he became a vampire that humanity started to think up stories about: wandering creatures, drinking blood and infecting people. The biter gets in jail, for the rest of his/her live. Women mayn’t bite people, because they can’t have slaves, and men mayn’t be bitten anyway. Slaves don’t have anything, but really nothing. To mark them being a slave, their hair is painted blood red. Slaves need to do everything their master says. If you are lucky, you are a personal slave, if you are not, then you’re an ordinary slave or a slave of the state.
There are still other guilds, all spread over the world. Sometimes guild leaders visit another guild, but that doesn’t happen much. All guilds are classic, like my guild. All vampires are classic, no bitten, only born vampires. OK, no bitten? No, there are the enslaved women, but those aren’t seen as a part of the population. My master is the son of the guild leader, Stanley “Markus” Shield. Now, he’s 19. I am given as a gift, when he was 4 years? I was just born and I was given already, a close friend of the guild especially made me for him! I became good friends with my master, when we were young we played games together. We still are good friends, but he’s ashamed for me. I am Amber, in case you want to know, no surname (I’m a slave).
I walk around the room, I pass a mirror. I see a young girl, a long face, with small grey eyes, a small nose, and small lips. My hair is blood red (I don’t know the original color). I’m not wearing clothes, I don’t have clothes. I am average length and a bit skinny.
I’m not dirty at all, slaves have rights too:
-Slaves need to drink everyday(Blood each 2 days)
-Slaves need to get food (At least 5 times a week)
-Slaves need to get a bath (At least 3 times a week)
My master is good to me: he gives me food and let me take a bath every day.
‘Slave, bring me some blood please!’ My master shouts, if there are other people he calls me “slave”, because he’s ashamed of me, but I told that.
I bring him a bottle of blood. ‘Here you go, master.’ His family is with him, he lives alone sins his 16, but his parents visit him each week.
I return to my room, and stand in front of the mirror again. I would like to go to the human world, once. I read a lot about it, but I don’t know how it actually looks... I open my mouth: Normal teeth, big canines; it looks like the mouth of a wolf, only smaller. Talking about wolfs, we vampires are really close to dog-like animals, like foxes, wolfs, dogs,... I don’t know why, but it always has been that way.
I hear my master’s parents leave.
‘Hey Amber, sorry about calling you “slave”,’ My master comes in. “Admiring yourself in the mirror?”
I smile at him. ‘You always say sorry for that.’
‘It’s just...’ He doesn’t end his sentence but I know what he means.
‘You’re ashamed of being friends with a slave?’
‘Yes,’ He sighs and looks down. ‘I also wanted to tell that later some special guests are coming.’
‘Who?’
‘The leader of another guild, he’s taking his daughter too, she needs to stay in your room, and I want you to give her the bed.’
‘And I need to sleep on the floor?’
‘Yes. They’re coming tomorrow, we need to prepare a lot.’
‘We?’
‘You,’ He corrects himself.
‘I thought so,’ I smile at him again, he smiles back and says: ‘Come on, you don’t have much time, you need to be working whole night to prepare.’
‘He’s meeting you, not your father?’
‘First, he’s meeting my dad, and then he’ll be meeting me. And also, there isn’t place at father’s home, so they’re staying here.’
‘Well, I’d better start.’
‘Yes, you should.’
I take out some cleaning tools and start to clean the house, ready for a long night of cleaning...
CHAPTER2
After hours of cleaning, it finally is done. I still have a small bit of time left to get some sleep. I get into my bed and try to sleep.
‘Amber! Wake up!’ My master calls me. I get up and go to him.
‘Oh good, you’re awake, our guests will be here in a few hours, prepare the dinner room.’
‘Sure,’ I yawn and go to the dinner room. I make everything ready, and go back to my master. ‘Done.’
‘Great,’He turned around and started walking, suddenly he stopped.
‘Do you want to join us?’
‘Me? A slave joining dinner?’
‘Yes, why not? You need food, you always join when I’m alone, why not now?’
‘I don’t know. Because it’s wrong?’
‘No of course not. Come and sit at the table during dinner.’
‘OK,’ I say. I return to the dinner room and add an extra spot. Why would he let me join? Wasn’t he ashamed of me? Then I suddenly remember what he told last night: ‘The leader of another guild, he’s taking his daughter too, she needs to stay in your room, and I want you to give her the bed.’
He just wants me to meet her before the night! That’s why he wants me to join. It didn’t matter actually, but it was just stupid to do it that way. I won’t contradict though.
I return to my room and wait for the “Special” guests to come.
...
Someone knocks the door. I open up. I see a big man standing in front of me; he’s bald and has a grey moustache, his eyes are green and he’s completely pale. He’s wearing some strange purple clothing. Next to him a girl from a year of 16 probably; she had long black hairs, a small head, small green eyes, a small nose and big lips, she’s also completely pale. She’s wearing a grey shirt and a pair of jeans. ‘Leonardo “Marchi” Fabrisci,’ The man spoke formal. ‘I’m coming for Stanley “Markus” Shield.’
‘Yes, follow me to the dinner room, please.’ I guide the man to the dinner room and give him the seat in front of my master. The girl and I sit at another end next to each other.
‘I’m getting the food,’ I say nervous (this was the first time I was having dinner with other people than my master)
‘No, please stay,’ My master rejects. ‘I’m letting another slave serve it.’
Some slaves serve the food and then go away.
My master and Leonardo are discussing some things, I don’t know about what; I can’t hear it clearly.
Leonardo’s daughter is looking to me. I think that she is inspecting me for some reason.
‘So you’re a slave?’ She asks.
‘Yes.’ I reply.
‘Why are you sitting here then?’
‘My master asked me to.’
‘Hmmm,’ She looks up and then back to me. ‘And I’m sharing a room with you?’
‘I think so,’ I say.
She sighs loudly and greets: ‘Well, I’m Carolina. Can I know your name?’
‘I’m Amber.’
‘OK, so Amber?’ She stands up. ‘Can you show me where I have to stay?’
‘Sure,’ I stand up and walk in front of her. ‘It’s this way.’
We walk to my room and enter. ‘You may have the bed I say.’
‘Of course, I may have the bed.’ Carolina isn’t a really kind girl. I hope she doesn’t stay long.
She lies down on the bed. ‘Get me some blood,’ She commands.
I get a bottle of blood and a glass, and pass it to her. She opens the bottle and just drinks it that way until it’s empty.
I sit down the floor on the spot where I should go to sleep. My master and Leonardo are still discussing about something. It’s pretty late already, but I can’t sleep: I need to clean up everything as soon as they’re done. Carolina is just lying in the bed.
A few hours later my master calls me; I need to clean up. It takes a while to clean everything up and afterward I return to my room. Carolina is still lying on the bed, not even trying to sleep. I lie down the floor and turn my back to her. I close my eyes and fall asleep.
A foot hits my back. ‘Wake up!’ Carolina is standing next to me.
I sit up and asked: ‘What?’
‘Tell me where the bathroom is.’
‘It’s just straight through and there’s a door in front of you, that’s the bathroom.’
‘Show me the way!’
‘Sure,’ I sigh and walk in front of her. I lead her to the bathroom and then return to my room. I don’t know how late it is, but it’s early for sure: my master’s still sleeping and Leonardo too. I lie down again and try to sleep once again...
CHAPTER3
'Wake up,' Someone said. 'Wake up, slave!" It was Carolina, she was standing next to me. I sit up. 'What is it?' I ask.
'Are you talking like that to me?'
'Sorry,' I roll my eyes. 'What can I do for you?'
'First you can start making my breakfast, Stanley said that I could ask you anything while he and father are gone.'
'Where are they?'
'I don't know, and why does a slave has to know that?'
'I just wanted to know...'
'Yeah,' She frowns and shakes her head. 'So I want a good omelet, some bacon and a fresh glass jus d'orange.'
'There should be standing de in front of jus d'orange.'
'Are we going to be clever?'
'Sorry, I'll be preparing your breakfast.'
'And hurry up!'
I go to the breakfast rooms(we have different rooms for different meals) and prepare the table. Then I go to the kitchen, bake an omelet, take some orange juice and search for some bacon, but we don't have any...
'Bad luck,' I sigh. 'We don't have bacon.' I put everything(Everything I have) on the table.
'Then go and get some!' Carolina shouts.
'But the shops aren't open yet.'
Carolina sighs. 'GO, AND, GET, ME, SOME, BACON!' She says word by word.
'How can I get bacon, if there isn't any at home and the shops are closed?' I'm really getting annoyed by this girl.
She watches angry to me, looks to the table. 'Fine,' She says. 'You get away with it.'
'Anything else I can do?'
'No, just go to your room and wait until I call you.'
'OK, sure.'
'No, no, no, wait! Clean the room!'
'Like you wish.'
I walk back to the room and start to clean, lately it seems that I have nothing else to do then cleaning. Cleaning for the Guests that'll come, cleaning after the dinner, cleaning my room. What'll come after this? It doesn't take long to clean; vampires are pretty fast, but speed isn't always good. The room is clean, I sit down on the spot I was sleeping(And will sleep) and sigh. Carolina is a woman, how can she command me like that? Maybe in the guild they came from woman may own slaves? Maybe. The only thing I know is that she's rude, mean, lazy,... And much more. 'Slave!' Carolina yells from in the breakfast room.
'I'm coming!' I shout back. 'What do I need to do?'
'Don't you know?!' She sounds like she's surprised.
'I can't read minds.'
'I want you to clean up the breakfast room!'
'Yes, how could I be that stupid.'
'Come out of your dream world?'
How rude of her! I just want to take that knife that's lying on the table and...
'Yes, I'll do that.' I his. She walks out of the room and the door closes with a loud bang.
And more cleaning, such fun! I take the plate... 'Slave!'
'I'm cleaning up the breakfast room,' I scream.
'Clean it up faster, then!"
I clean up faster and I go to Carolina. 'What is it now?'
'Give me a foot massage,' She swings her shoes to me and puts her feet on the table. 'Chop, chop, they don't give themselves massages.'
I kneel down next to her feet and give her massage...
'Can't you do better?' She asks.
'I never gave a massage before.'
'A slave that never gave a massage?' She laughs. 'What kind of slave are you? Did they find you on the dump?'
I just feel like exploding, but I need to focus. Just breath iiiiiin and ooooout, iiiiiin and ooooout.
'I'm so sorry for you,' She suddenly says.
'Sorry for what?'
'That you're such a fail.' She started to laugh.
Now she's just going too far, I have no problem if a man does such things, they're just made to be rude, but a woman insulting someone of her same kind?
'I feel very bad with it two,' I'm shaking of anger, but I try to control myself, I need to hold myself, I can't kill the daughter of a guild leader.
'How can you live like this?' I hear a bit of compassion in her voice.
'I'm just used to it.'
'I mean you're ugly, dumb, you have no talents and you have nothing.'
I growl. 'Yes, it's a very hard live.'
'That's enough,' She pulls her foot back. 'Now you may rest, until I have a new task for you.'
'Just call me when you need something,' I say angry.
'I'll do that!'
I just want to say something like: 'I know you'll do, you're just too lazy and too stupid to do anything yourself!' But I don't I can't insult anyone. I'm a slave, I need obey everyone, my master says I need to obey. I stand up and stumble to the door, I'm just ready to leave the room when. 'Slave!' Carolina yells again.
'WHAT!'
'What's wrong with you?' She frowns. 'I want you to carry me to my room.'
'Can't you just walk?!'
'Yes, but I want you to carry me.'
'Sure, why not, I'm already a slave I can't be anything less than that.'
'Oh, but you're already less than that.'
'What am I then?'
'Yourself!' She starts laughing again. I just walk away angry. Can't she just be nice once? Only once? And I mean real, not just acting. I already hated her, but now, she's just going to far! I hope she'll leave tomorrow. No, I hope that she leaves tonight! I don't go to my room, Carolina will be there too. I just go to a room very far of mine.(In fact it's a closet, but it's as big as an ordinary room.) I sit down, wishing Carolina won't call me, but I know she will.
'Slave!' She calls me again.
I come to her, I don't say anything; I don't want to say anything.
'There you are where were you?'
'In the house.'
'Oh well, could you get some blood for me again?'
'Can't you just..., Oh leave it!' I run to the kitchen grab a bottle and give it to her.
'It would be nice if it was in a glass...'
I get a glass and give it to her. 'Here!'
'Could you fill the glass?'
I fill the glass. 'Thanks.' She takes the bottle and drinks, leaving the glass in my hand.
She gives the empty bottle. I just want to... But I don't, she's not worth it. 'Slave!'
'What is it now!' I yell.
'Why you're that angry?' She asks, but she knows why, she's only teasing me. 'Well, I would like if you should redecorate my room.'
'OUR room,' I notice.
'No, my room!' She says. We go to our room, no, sorry: Carolina's room, ready to redecorate the room that once was mine! 'I would like if the bed stood there.'
I place the bed into the corner. 'And I want that closet to stand there.'
'That closet is too big for to move.'
'No, it isn't.' She looks threatening to me. I sigh and try to move the closet.
'No!' Carolina screams. 'You need to lift it, just moving it is bad for the floor.'
I try to lift the closet and move it to the place she wants. There's not much in the room, so it's done already.
'You know... I don't like it, return the furniture to its original place.'
I just want to say mean things, but I'm not, she won't break me. I will hold on. I put everything back. I'm tired, I can't do anything more. 'Slave!'
No, no, not again. If she should just give me one minute, only one... 'I'm coming,' I mutter tired.
'Ah, there you are. I want to train a bit. Keeping my body in top condition. Can I use you as a punching bag?'
'No.'
'Why not?'
'You made me do stupid tasks whole the day. Tasks you could've easily done yourself. And know you want to hit me?!'
'That's right,' She simply says. 'But you can't say no, I'm your master until Stanley's back...'
'Fine, I'll be your punching bag.'
'Good.'
...
Happily that I'm a vampire, else I should be dead. My blood healed the wounds Carolina made. Probably my whole body was ripped open, but I'm OK now. I'm still alive and OK, only terribly tired. Everything I want now is going to sleep. It's late already and Stanley returned, happily. Now, I can sleep, finally.
...
Carolina kicks me out of my sleep, hard. I slide across the flooring a few inches, gasping in pain. 'Slave!' Carolina shouts, glaring at me.
'Yes?' I ask in my most polite voice. I feel the bruise forming on my arm as she spits an order. 'It's dinner time, I had to prepare my OWN lunch.' She sneers. 'Get up and go make dinner.'
'Yes Miss.' I reply, my voice dripping with venom. As if it is a threat to her safety. Carolina simply shoves me on my way as I stand.
I walk to the dinner room and set the table, then I walk into the kitchen. I prepare Lasagna and toasted bread for the wretched woman, nearly screaming when she calls for me.
'Slave!' I hear her call from the dinner room. I walk out of the kitchen and glare at her.
'Yes?' I asked politely again. Carolina rolls her eyes.
'I don't like this dish ware. Get another set.' She spits, motioning to the fine white china on the table. I roll my eyes.
'This is fine.' I say, because I don't want to perform another useless task. Carolina shakes her head. 'No it isn't. Get another set. Now!' The terror of my life ordered. I sigh and walk to a large cabinet full of dishes. Plucking out a set of blue dishes, I re-set the table. 'There.' I sneer, walking back into the kitchen. I set the food on the table and go to make myself a plate.
'WHAT do you think you're doing?!' Carolina says, knocking the plate out of my hand and breaking it.
'Getting dinner..' I say, kneeling down to pick up the shattered plate.
'You've been filled with attitude. You get no dinner.' Carolina smirks, helping herself to a very large portion of the lasagna.
I sigh and throw the broken plate away. Leaving the room, I walk down the hall and into the bathroom. I start running a hot bath. I daringly put a capful of bubbles in it.
Just as I turn the water off and I'm about to step in, Carolina walks. 'Thank you, slave, I needed a bubble bath.' She shoves me out of the way and out the door.
I run to "Carolina's" room, slamming myself down on the floor and bringing my hands to my face in fists. Why was she doing this? I cry for a while, until my mind will let me sleep once more.
CHAPTER4
I wake before Carolina, and I'm determined to make her happy. I rush to the breakfast room and set the table with dark green dishes, and then I go into the kitchen.
I hastily prepare pancakes and sausage, putting them on the table along with a container of grape juice. I walk to the den and cleaned, fluffing all the pillows and folding all the blankets.
After
Seems like that's the last thing I copied >.<
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