How was this possible, vampires didn’t age. Blood ran through their veins, but they seemed frozen in time by some sort of magic. How could they have children though, if they didn’t age.
Cain came back into the room, with a thick, large envelope in his hand. IT had a number scrolled on the top of it and no name.
“Here.” He said handing me the envelope. “When you buy a slave you are given their history, and their previous owners’ information.” I slid the documents out and the first thing I saw was a picture of my face. I was young, this was when they took me from Madame Emily’s home. I looked flawless, but my eyes were dead; I had just lost the only mother I had known.
I looked through them, until I found the papers on when Madame Emily first bought me. The signature on the paper looked e
