Auctioned Off

Chapter Two

I closed my eyes, trying to let sleep take over. Tomorrow was supposed to be my first day as Cain’s personal slave, and I was not looking forward to it. I wanted to be back with Madame Emily, as she retold the stories about her younger days. She had been turned later in life, making her slightly weaker than other vampires, but what she lacked in strength she made up for in attitude. She often blamed herself for teaching me her temperament. She was the only mother I had known, especially since she had told me so little about my real parents that she had bought me from when I was young. But, from what she had let slip it seemed as if they had not been slaves, meaning that they most likely willingly sold me. I didn’t care to know who they were if they chose to sell their daughter.

I turned, facing the wall. I thought about the common bathrooms that were down the hall, and how nice they were compared to Madame Serene’s filthy stalls. This place seemed like a better place, with clean bathrooms and softer beds, but I knew that it was all a facade. Sooner or later the evil that was Cain would emerge, and I would be wishing I was dealing with Madame Serene’s cots on the floor.

I shook my head, I needed to sleep. It was late, and 5:30 am was going to come early. I took a deep breath, and forced myself to sleep.

“Lana.” Someone shook me awake. I sat up quickly, trying to take in my surroundings. I turned to see Isabella looking at me strangely. “It’s time to get dressed. Your clothes and shoes are in your wardrobe. Remember, don’t wake up Cain until 7:30.” She said, before she quickly made her way out the door to the room.

I scrambled out of bed, and into the wardrobe. The dress was simple, black, and very form fitting. He must have gotten my measurements before-hand, because the dress seemed to fit a little too-perfect. The shoes were surprisingly comfortable for how hideous they looked.

Just as I was sliding my last shoe on, I realized that no one had told me where Cain’s room. He didn’t even tell me what floor that Masters’ rooms were.

“You have to be kidding me.” I said, running out of the room. The fourth and third floors were for slaves, so that crossed them out. He said most slaves weren’t allowed on the second floor, so that was probably the floor it was on, but the floors were huge.

As I turned the corner in the stairwell, my foot caught a step and I started fall. Insteading of landing on the hard steps, I landed against a flesh wall that barely moved. I was expecting to see a large man, because with the amount I hit this person they should have fallen with me, but when I looked up I was shocked.

“Are you okay?” Asked a 1.5 meter tall blonde, with very large, round, green eyes. They made her look so incredibly innocent I almost forgot about the fact that she caught me.

“I’m fine.” I said, straightening myself, and looking at the girl. “Who are you?” I asked. Maybe she knew where Cain’s room was.

“I’m Maya, one of Master Milo’s slaves.” She smiled. She was a beauty, and her dress fit all of her curves. “And you?” She asked.

“Lana, one of Master Cain’s. I’m supposed to be going to his room right now, but I don’t know where it is.” I said, hoping she would offer to help. I hated asking for help, and I was not about to look weak in front of the other slaves.

“Oh, it’s on the second floor. Come, I’ll show you.” She said, quickly turning on her heel and leading the way. She seemed nice enough, but almost too nice. But, if she knew where Cain’s room was, it meant she was allowed on the second floor. Was she Milo’s personal maid?

She hurried her way down the long hall, nearly to the end, before she stopped in front of a door that looked exactly like every other door down the hall. I would have never found that door by myself, and I knew it.

“Now, be quiet. It’s only 6:30, you don’t want to wake Master Cain up too early.” She said, before she disappeared down the hall. 6:30, that meant that I was late and in trouble. Hopefully, since he was sleeping he wouldn’t notice. When I finally opened his door, I instantly wished I would have made it there earlier. I was supposed to clean his room, and it was the messiest I had ever seen anything. Clothes were strewn throughout the room, books and paperwork were laying on his sheets and around his bed, and there product all over the bathroom sink. I had a long task ahead of me.

As I cleaned his room, I snuck glances towards the sleeping vampire. He looked peaceful in his sleep, and with half his chest exposed I had to resist thinking inappropriate thoughts about him. I had to remind myself that this man bought me, he considered me nothing other than property. I refocused back to the job that I was supposed to do.

I was coming back from running his laundry downstairs, when I collided with someone. I apparently was great at running into other people. My eyes looked to see who I ran into, and I foze. Cain was staring down at me, with his hands around my waist. Part of me wanted to apologize, the other part wanted to ask him who he thought he was, putting his hands on my body.

My sane side won.

“I’m sorry.” I said quietly, looking everywhere but at the man in front of me.

“That’s alright.” He said, clearing his throat and letting me go. “The room looks very nice.” He said, looking around. There was nothing that was out of place, and I had remembered where I had placed everything. “When did you start?” He asked, looking back at me.

“6:30.” I said honestly. If that Maya slave told on me, I knew that I would face more punishment for lying.

“Impressive for such a small amount of time, and you did not wake me.” He reached his hand underneath my chin, gently holding it for a moment. I dared to look him in the eyes, and I found that they were the most beautiful shade of blue that I had ever seen. His eyes looked so soft for a moment, before the instantly hardened. His grip on my chin hardened ass well, almost to the point where it was painful. “But, I expect you to be in my room at 6, sharp. I am allowing you this one time, for telling me the truth.” He said, letting go of me. I stepped back from him, not wanting him to change his mind.

“Now, come, we have things to do.” He ordered, before leaving me behind in the room.