The Vampire's Pet.

Time Up.

Harriet's POV.

I was given a week to say goodbye to my parents.

I didn't think I was going to need it, I felt a deep feeling of resentment for my parents most especially my father. He had blatantly sold me away in the bid to create a good life for us. One that was highly impossible with the vampires littering everywhere. The had always kept things away from me, always making decisions for me despite me being ripe in age. I felt sick just thinking about the mysterious man and all the changes my life was going to take from now on.

I walked around the house for days unend, taking notes of things that I might likely forget. I spent almost all my time with Harvey, of course he was ignorant to all that was happening but if there was anyone I was going to miss the most, it was my younger brother.

I had avoided every kind of conversation with my parents, each time my mother poked her head into my room to see me, I pretended like I was asleep. I ate my food in my room, not caring about my mother's believe of eating together. She didn't even disturb me as well.

I hadn't heard my father move around the house, neither have I heard any argument come from both of them but I didn't care. Not after they had kept something as huge as being sold to a vampire away from me.

Today was the day I was going to be taken.

I had not been able to sleep last night, simply tossing and turning. I imagined several scenarios in my head, something to prepare me for the journey I was about to embark on. I couldn't forget the face of the beautiful enemy even if I wanted to, he occupied my dreams and caused nightmares to arise.

I didn't know whether I was to pack any thing like my clothes, not that I had much anyway but I was confused on what to do while I waited. My eyes kept glancing to the little clock on the far end of the room, my thighs bouncing in slight nerves and my lower lip getting so much t*****e from my teeth.

It was nine in the morning and I hadn't heard any noise whatsoever. Even Harvey was still asleep.

I then heard a noise like a knock sounding on my room door. I glanced at it over my shoulders, letting out an aggravated sigh at the obvious person behind the door.

I didn't answer but the knob of the door was turned and the tired look of my mother poked in again. We exchanged glances for a millisecond before I was averting my gaze to my carton window again.

I could hear my mother's heavy footsteps coming into my room, her heavy footsteps moving in sync with my pounding heart.

She moved to the table, her fingers trailing over the books on them. She had a painful smile on her face as she scanned my room. She had never done this ever since we moved here three years ago. Her action was confusing me but I didn't say anything.

"I remembered when you were a little girl...." She trailed off, her eyes still looking everywhere but me. "You were always quiet, always trying to read people, read the room. You'd rather do that than ask questions like normal inquisitive teenagers." She smiled. "I was always sure you'd do good being a psychologist. I know we hardly answer all the questions you ask but I always had a feeling that you already knew the answers to those questions"

I didn't understand why she was telling me all this but it was confusing me.

Her eyes soon found mine and they were filled with tears. Heavy tears that she wasn't even trying to stop. My mother that I had been so sure never cries had been crying so much lately. She looked different with all the softness she was displaying lately.

She moved to sit beside me, my eyes watching her, no words coming from my mouth. She took my hand in hers, wiping her fallen tears with the other hand.

"I'm sorry about all this my princess" her fingers trailed a strand of hair behind my ear, the action causing my eyes to sting and a heavy lump to gather in my throat. I had willed myself not to cry ever since that night, each time I thought of it, or saw the beautiful mysterious stranger in my head, I swallowed the tears that it brought. I know we weren't living well, i wasn't having the kind of life I wanted but I at least was living with my family.

However right now, I would be living with a complete stranger, a vampire and one that was highly scary and intimidating.

"I'm really sorry that you are the one to bear the brunt of your father's actions, of my actions. You don't deserve it" she continued albeit tears. I held her hand tighter, I knew I was angry with her but seeing her in tears was moving me to one as well.

I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to alert Harvey and have to lie to him. He was smart to be able to tell when I was lying but I didn't need to test the theory.

My mother pulled me into a tight hug for the first time in a long time and the heavy sigh that left my mouth was a clear indication that I really needed it.

My eyes were filled with tears but I shut them tightly to take them back in. I could hear my mother weeping silently on my neck but I didn't console her. She needed to let it all out.

Our embrace was interrupted by the knocking on my room door. My mother and I released each other and wiped our tears.

My heart began thumping in my chest and the knot in my belly had long intensified. I was a shaking mess inside but I had to put on a brave face. I just had to.

We stood up from the bed, my eyes drifting over to sleeping Harvey, the tears coming out widely. I had every urge to sob and cry loudly but I didn't even have the time to do that. I was leaving. They had come for me.

I walked down our creaking stairs, my hands fisted beside me. Through the little glass on our entrance door, I could sight a man in Black suit stood on the other end. I couldn't help but wonder if the mysterious vampire was here too.

I walked closer to the door, staring one more time out what others would call a hell hole but had soon turned into my home. It wasn't perfect but it was something. My mother let out a loud sob at the end of the stairs, my father who I had not seen or more likely avoided was stood beside his study room. It was only today I took time to study him.

He looked disheartened, ashen and completely out of his element. He looked broken down and like he had been crying. He wasn't looking at me, he was staring downwards and his hands were trembling beside him.

My heart broke for him, I didn't think too much before I ran and wrapped my arms around him. He froze, his breath hitching in my chest, I hadn't forgiven him, not yet, but I didn't know when I was going to see him again, the least I could do was hug him, he was still my father. An impatient knock sounded in the other door which was the wakeup call my father needed, his own arms soon wrapped around my waist and he breathed out a loud sigh. He kept muttering "I'm sorry" into my hair but I simply hugged him tighter.

We stayed like that until another knock was heard. I begrudgingly released myself from my father's hold before running into my mother's own hands.

The door opened signaling my time I was up. I stared at my parents one last time before letting the suited man drag me by my elbows. I didn't stop staring at my parents and my house until I was back in the seat of an extremely beautiful car.

My parents had come out to our lawn now and my mother was still sobbing loudly, she had sprawled herself on the ground and was wailing loudly. My father was trying to console her but she was refusing to be consoled.

The man started the car but I didn't stop staring at my parents until we had gone a considerable distance away from them.

Then I began my own cry.

I cried silently, my heart aching and body trembling as I sobbed. I could feel the gaze of the driver on me through the rear view mirror but I didn't pay any attention to him.

My life was about to be sold to a total stranger that happened to be non- human, I didn't know what I was going to become to him. A wife, slave, Girlfriend, pet? Or just a s*x object.

The thought made me feel sick. A great feeling of nausea overtook me and I used this opportunity to stare at the interior of this car. The leathers were still on the chairs and the grounds looked squeaky clean. If I threw up in here, I only imagined my punishment.

I swallowed the feeling back and continued crying. My eyes following the blurry trees that were now in passing just as my life.

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After what felt like hours, I jerked up and soon found myself in the body of an unmoving vehicle. My eyes drifted open and I scanned the environment. We were in the middle of nowhere and a feeling of dread swept through me.

Was I taken from my parents only to be killed.?

I stared ahead only to find the suited man making calls outside. He looked stiff and his back tensed as he spoke to whoever was on the phone.

I took him in, soon realizing that he wasn't amongst the seven men that had come over to the house that night.

He finished taking his call before placing the large phone into his suit pocket. I couldn't remember the last time I saw a phone as grand as that one.

His presence was soon returned into the car and I quickly averted my gaze to face the window. I felt his eyes on me through the mirror making me turn to stare at him.

He had green eyes too.

"Are you hungry?" He growled at me, his voice almost shaking the chairs I was sitting on.

I swallowed, my words dying in my throat. I was indeed hungry but I couldn't say it.

The driver lifted his brows at me, waiting for my answer. I simply nodded before turning my eyes again.

He didn't say anything and after a while, we continued our journey.