Untamed Slave

Chapter 7

"Can you wake up already?" I felt someone shaking me roughly. My eyes opened to see the inside of the helicopter. I guessed when I closed my eyes I drifted off.

"Come on!" I saw my buyer waiting outside on the floor, or the roof of someplace. She probably flashed there with her vampire speed. Her short black hair fluttered all over the place from the propellers. I got out as fast as I could and walked over to her. She was straightening her black hair with her red nails.

"You sleep like a bloody rock! That will be a problem."

"I only sleep like that once in awhile. Most of the time I struggle, sleeping more than a few hours and even then I don't sleep well."

"Good to know. Now let's get going." she started walking. I looked around to see that the whole roof was flat, there were no doors.

"You should probably hold on to me." She grabbed my wrist, pulling me against her. I just frowned at her.

"You clearly don't take directions well... Hold on to me. I'm going to jump off the building." I held on to her for dear life, which was my only option, because she still had a hold on my wrist.

"You are insane." I said the words just as she jumped off.

"Only sometimes!" was her reply as we landed on the floor.

"You can let go now." I released her.

"Let's go inside, I hope you're not afraid of the dark." She led me into the building that seemed to be a car park. She opened a door that led to a hall, we followed the hall to stairs and then we went down underground. I was enveloped by darkness. Grabbing my arm, she led me through a maze of halls. The next thing I knew, light shown brightly in my face. I closed my eyes to shut it out and I felt how she ran with me at her super speed. When we finally stopped, I opened my eyes. We were in a hall. The walls were made of stone and the carpets were a dark red color. On the walls were candles lighting up the place. On the right and left sides of the hall were doors as far as I could see.

"Stay here. If you move, I won't hesitate to kill you. They don't call me Raven for nothing. Like a bird, I like stalking my prey and then just dipping in for the kill. You have noticed my claws, right." She blew her breath on her sharp red nails to make a point. I must have paled because she laughed before disappearing into the door on our left side.

Raven's P.O.V

"I found you the most perfect little toy!" When I saw that girl I knew she would be perfect. She has the looks and the personality to fit in here.

"Don't you ever knock?" He is grumpy.

"No, never, why? Should I have?"

"Funny, but what if I was busy..."

"You mean having intercourse. That wouldn't bother me and I know you only enjoy your toys in certain places. Speaking of toys, like I said, I found you a new one."

"I don't want it." Why would he say that and spoil my mood?

"You haven't even seen her." I nagged.

"I don't want a new one. I don't have space and my tolerance for these human girls has been dropping by the second. I have killed 10 girls in the last month."

"I know, and that's why I love you so. You always create new work for me."

"Raven, why don't you just give it to someone else?"

"Because, my dear friend, I picked her especially for you and I know you still have a bedroom open for her."

"I did have plans on filling that room."

"Urg just stop being so stubborn. I'll even give her to you as a gift. No charge. And what were your plans for the bedroom? Would you have asked your b***h of a girlfriend to move in?"

"Why on earth are you so set on it? Why should I take her?" He was avoiding my question about Cameron, which meant he was planning on it.

"Because only you can kill a beauty like her and no one else deserves her."I pouted. It felt like I had to stomp my feet, but I resisted.

"And they say I’m the twisted one." He replied. I only smiled at him. We have been close friends for years now. Since that day we had tried to kill each other.

"You are!" I smiled at him like I held a secret.

"Here is her file." I handed it to him, because I just knew he would give in and take the girl. There's no two ways about it. He opened it and slowly looked through it.

"This looks like a file that was just quickly made for convenience."

"Yeah I noticed when I bought her." He rolled his eyes at me as I laid down on his couch.

"Don't you find it odd that this is just a little information gathered at the moment? From what I can see, she has been a slave for eight years. This file should be full of information."

"It says she was trained at Fiona's, but they don't say in which respects she was trained and what her weak and strong points are or her vulnerabilities." He went on and on.

"If you see her you'll know why that stuff doesn't matter."

"Why did her owner give her up?"

"That is a mystery. Once again, I do repeat, once you see her you'll be wondering even more, just like me."

"Raven, you always bring me troublesome slaves like the last one you brought here. I've never had my hands so full."

"And she is still alive. That must mean something."

"It doesn't." He gave me a dull look.

"Oh hush, just let me bring her in." I stood up and was out the door before he could even process what I was saying.

Kaitlinn's P.O.V

I've been waiting out here for awhile now and it's getting boring. What can she possibly be doing inside there... Taking a nap. Just as my thoughts got to that point, the door went open. She smirked deviously at me. Every time she smiles, I feel like I should prepare myself for the worst. I walked into the room. It was the same red carpet, but with black walls. In the middle of the furthest wall was a desk. And behind the desk one of the most gorgeous guys I've ever seen. He has wavy dark brown hair that has a trail from his finger going through it. His dark green eyes were looking over me just like my blue ones were watching him. He looked like he was used as a model for sculptures in old times where masculine men were just drop dead gorgeous.

"If you are done with your disgusting admiration of me, take a seat, slave." Well, that was embarrassing.

"Raven is trying to convince me to keep you, where I'm just feeling screw this, I haven't killed anyone today and I really need to work out my frustrations." Well, not on me. If he doesn't want me, I'll just leave with Raven or all on my own.

"Let's get a few things straightened out before I make a decision." I just knew that I shouldn't answer. It was a test: he didn't ask a question, so I'm not allowed to answer him. The rule goes only to speak when spoken to, but for a reply to something one should be asked a direct question, otherwise you are just giving an unwanted opinion.

"Your file says you were at Fiona's academy for slaves for seven years, but it doesn't tell me what your accomplishments were. Would you like to tell me?" Why say it like I have a choice, when my choices have been taken away.

"That negativity is seeping from you, it's disrespectful!" I shrank back at his words and the force of them.

"Etiquette, cooking and how to appear pleasing to the eye by appearances. Also, how to serve a vampire, what is expected of me as a slave and how to survive in certain circumstances."

"She didn't really train you to be a hard worker...How would you serve me?" It was a normal question, but he made it sound suggestive, as if it had a meaning that shouldn't be said in front of company. I hate myself for this; I hate being subjected to this.

"Anyway that suits my Master, I will show him respect and do as told in the most efficient way as possible, because my wants and needs do not mean a thing. My only care is to serve my Master as the higher being he is."

"Mmmh...Obedient. And is my every whim your life?" He smirked at me, looking me over again; I felt a chill going down my spine. He wanted me to answer him. It was a direct question.

"Whatever it takes to please my Master, as he is always right."

"So you got sold almost a year ago, is that right?"

"Yes."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Of course, I was sold to Dillan. He was the Alpha of a werewolf pack. He bought me because I resembled his dead mate, Candice." I walked over to him, putting the photo down on his desk.

"Ah, I see now that makes me even more curious as to why he would give you up."

"Everyone was slaughtered by rouges, I'm the only one that survived."

"You don't seem broken up about it in the least."

"I'm not."

"You show no remorse for your old Master...no respect."

"I don't show remorse for him, because I'm not saddened by the fact that he died."

"But you are saddened by something." Once again, it wasn't a question. I was still standing in front of his desk facing him. I broke an important rule by looking him straight into his eyes, but, by the way, he has been belittling me I think a little retaliation is in order.

"Did you organize his death?"

"No, but I did wish for it."

"What was the cause of his death, why was he killed?" I remained quiet. I can't keep talking about this. I'm afraid I'll slip.

"Answer slave!" I bit my bottom lip, stopping it from slipping open and spilling everything. I felt how my head got slammed into the wall on the other side of the room, beside the door. His hand was clasped around my neck.

"You should probably answer me or I'll just kill you now!" He hissed millimeters away from my face. What difference does it make? If I tell him I'll die if I don't he'll kill me.

"Were you the cause of his death?" I just kept my mouth clamped shut. He slammed my head back against the wall again.

"I'll find out one day." He pushed my head to the side, exposing my throat. His fangs sank in faster than I can say the word fangs. At first it was just the sensation of my skin being pierced that hurt, but then it turned into an agonizing, unbearable pain as his fangs sunk deeper and deeper into my flesh. I felt my tears starting to slowly slide down my face. Then he started sucking on my blood. It was like my own blood was scorching me, burning its way out of my body. I screamed, trying to push him off of me. My silent tears turned into hard sobbing. I wanted so badly for him to stop. I'd give anything for him to just stop. By every second, the pain just increased. I could feel my body getting weaker. My legs felt like jelly. He was the only thing keeping me up. My lids felt heavy and I was having trouble keeping them open. This kind of pain was new to me, but something changed. I felt a surge of something that made the pain go away, only for a moment. I’ve never felt anything like that before. He pulled his lips from my neck. I looked into his eyes. His lips were covered in my blood.

"I will break down that will of yours!" He let go of me and I fell down on the floor. I grabbed at my wound trying to stop it from bleeding more.

"So you are keeping her?"

"Yes I am, she already has my mark now."

"Shouldn't you heal her? She could bleed out and die. To be honest, she doesn't look that far off."

"If she dies, she does. She is just another human, plenty more where she came from."

"Still it will be a waist of 200 000."

"She is mine now, she doesn't concern you, now leave." She was out the door before he could even say anything else.