Chapter 2

BELLA'S POV

I flutter my eyes open and it's brighter than usual. I shut them tightly and reopen them slowly letting my eyes adjust to the light.

Wait...

My cell is never this bright. I sit up abruptly and regret it instantly. I feel like someone's hammering my head.

'What the actual fuck'

How did I get here?

Then it all comes crashing down on me like a ton of bricks.

Harriet.

Oh no. My best friend died.

And it was all because of me. Oh God!

A weak sob escapes me. My heart break all over again. I cry. I wail. I weep.

I cry for the girl that loved me.

I wail for the girl that became a pillar of my strength.

I weep for the one and only person who knows my fuck up self.

Now I've got absolutely nothing. First it was her, now Harriet?

I'm torn between wanting to die and seeking revenge

Through out my self pity and wallowing, the sound of heavy footsteps reverberating through the walls of this cell tenses me up instantaneously.

I quieten.

I'm not ready for any form of abuse today.

The footsteps sound closer and closer with every passing second.

1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9

The doors opens. The vampire from yesterday appears, again reminding me of what happened.

I sigh and go limp against the cold wall, staring at him lazily.

He grimaces.

I'm sure I look like hell right now. If were to partake in a beauty contest with decomposing corpse I'd lose.

He walks to me, unhooks my shackles from the wall and stares at me expectantly.

And I stare back quizically. He raises an eyebrow and when he detects no movement from me, he yanks me up with the shackles.

I wince. This cocksucker is cuckoo.

I try to stand up straight but the exhaustion decides to laugh in my face. My knees buckle and I fall I again, that earns a huff and a frown from the dude.

I stand up again and it works this time. He then drags me along with him and I wobble following him obediently.

All the snarky remarks flew out of my head today, so did my defiant attitude and confidence.

I'm following him like a timid zombie that looks like an insult to the zombies. That's just how awful I look.

As we pass by other slaves are getting ready, prepping to be sold. Pathetic. They do look beautiful though, their hair and make up don't but the scandalous lingerie doesn't work for me.

They look like whores wandering around attracting eyes of the predatory horny vamps. Argh!

The looks they give me are hilarious. It's like their watching their worst nightmare waltz around, giving them a real scare. Some are sympathetic and some just disapprovingly glaring while some don't even notice me but the rather 'sexy' snack dragging me around.

I don't even bite my tongue because unlike everyday, the insults I've saved for these pathetic slaves left my brain.

We walk for a few more minutes descend a set of stairs and reach what looks like a waiting room, aka lobby, and there's what looks like a reception desk but it's really the Pet Master's desk where he consults his customers.

There are a LOT of files and I'm guessing that's information about us. But why old school? Why not just store this info in the computers? Stupid.

Amongst all the things here what steals my attention is the cage at the corner and I think that's where I'm heading.

The vampire walk to the desk where the Pet Master is. He looks up and grins slyly. A shudder passes through my body.

"Ahh look who's here. You look like shit human," he says smugly.

'Ahh look who it is, the King of the dickheads. Why, thanks douche. You look good too.'

My conscious butts in and I almost laugh aloud.

I just stare at him blankly. He realizes that I'm not to grace his statement with an answer and his face falls ever so slightly.

"So that's what it took? Killing that pest you call a friend for you to be so obedient?"

Wait What? This fucker is really treading on thin ice.

I tense up and clench my jaw but still stare at him blankly.

He points to the cage then the vampire leads me to it.

After hooking my shackles to the wall and locking the cage, he takes his leave.

I look at the digital clock and it reads; 09:54

I lean against the wall and close my eyes, slowly falling asleep.

♡♡♡♡

I wake up to metal clanking. The vampire from earlier is unlocking the cage. My eyebrows furrow. What now?

After unhooking me he takes me to the nearest shower room and this one has a mirror and boy do I look like shit.

Now I'm truly baffled. The shampoo and bodywash are scented. Vanilla scented to be precise.

I take a well deserved shower and scrub my hair getting rid of dirt and grime.

After drying and moisturizing my skin, I look at my reflection in the mirror.

And this is really not me. My ash-brown hair looks shiny and rich. My creamy skin that is adorned with barely visible scars (due to my inhumane healing) looks radiant and is glowing ever so beautifully. My long semi-thick lashes fan my face and my rosy beestung lips make me look like some goddess.

I take this moment looking at my self and appreciating my whole being. Then a smiling Harriet flashes in my mind.

My face falls and tears cascade down my face.

The vampire bangs the door, "Hurry up!"

This vampire is weird. He gave me privacy, and is gentle. Well only when I don't resist.

I walk to the vanity, take the undergarments and the short black velvet strapless dress and black five inch stilettos.

A grimace makes its way to my face.

"Hey where are my clothes!!" I bang the door.

"On the vanity, human geez!" He shouts back

"These aren't mine!" Now I've crossed my arms, glaring at the door.

"You want me to dress you?" he asks

Oh my God I really don't have tim-- actually I do but I lack the energy. I'm drained.

I wear the clothes hastily just when I'm about to touch the door knob the door sings open and slams my face, fall backwards. And lights out.

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I came to, my forehead and the back of my head is pounding. I touch of my head and wince. I open my eyes slowly knowing how brightness can hurt my eyes.

The fucker had me shackled and in the cage again. But face feels weird. And my lips are moisturized too. I sit up and touch my face and there's powder on my face. Ahhh make up.

I also see my hair flowing in wide curls. Wow all this while I'm passed out. Sickos.

I won't ask them why I'm dressed up and why I have make up because I know that they want me gone and they can't kill me. Not when they could get so much money by selling me.

I take a look at the clock again and it reads; 12:35

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

The chiming door bell startles me back to reality. When I open my eyes, my gazes falls to a very tensed up Pet Master. Weird.

The energy in the room has changed. My eyes dart to the door now and a very elegant vampire stands there wearing a floor length long-sleeved emerald dress with a square neckline. Her raven hair is pulled up into an an updo, her long lashes fan her face and she has pronounced high cheekbones and a perfect nose and also luscious lips.

She's the epitome of elegance and royalty.

And she has a...crown?

Wait? Is she a queen.

Whatever. I want to go back to my former position but I watch as every stupid vampire in this freaking room along with the slaves bowing deeply.

But I do eventually return to my former position. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes I zone out. This helps me feel like a normal human. Well a deaf one since I can block everything out when there no sudden noises.

I stay like that for a few minutes, all I can think about is Harriet.

I sigh and sit up straight, watching the Queen.

She's frowning. Contemplating.

I still stare at her. I'm the only one since every slave is trying hard not to even see her in their peripheral view.

I think she feels my stare because she turns to look at me. But I don't budge, I still stare at her blankly.

"Her" her honeysweet smooth voice that's heavy with maturity rings out as she points at me.

Everyone's gaze is now on me and I feign indifference. To be frank these people make me uncomfortable, watching me in these clothes.

The Pet Master's eyes bulge out, "y-your m-majesty she's ..uh.. s-she's not a go- uh good slave. Plus s-she has too many scars on her from the punishments." His eyes are cast down and he's quivering.

The queen slaps him. Hard.

"Why did you do that to her?" She's now scowling. And I almost smile.

Almost.

The Pet Master snaps his fingers and the eyeless vampire stands there and every other vampire I've laid my hand on appear. I almost coo and gush at my creation. I've made monster monsters.

The queen raises her eyebrow and crosses her arms, leading my eyes to her luscious full firm bosom.

"These are the vampires that she has caused injuries to in the past years of her stay here," he doesn't stutter this time.

"Tell. Me. About. Her. Now!" She enunciated every word firmly.

"Hailey Isabella Haines, is 18 years of age, natural ash-brown hair, blue eyes, height; 5'7", she weighs 125 pounds, bloodtype; O- , siblings; none," I flinch, "this female human is defiant and had injured 7 vampires throughout the years, she has been tortured countless times, and she heals extremely fast." He takes a deep breath. And glares at me.

I just close my eyes and listen in. There's no way she wants to buy me no-- "Nonsense, get her out of there. Now."

What?! No no no no please go no god no.

The Pet Master unlock the cage and frees me off my shackles.

He pries me out of the cage. And turns to the queen.

"What colour do you want the leash and collar in, Your Majesty" he bows his head.

The queen snaps her fingers and a demon butler that I take notice of now, walks towards me and puts a velvet, bloodred, collar with emeralds and black diamonds embroidered on it, on my neck and hooks a matching leash on it too.

I'm led out of the place I'm familiar with. The place where I made friends that love and accept me and my nature but now I'm on my way to hell.

The whole ride is quiet, and the Queen just stared at me the whole ride whilst I stared out the window, thinking about my one and only best friend.

The car came to a stop after 2 hours or so of driving. I'm still having flashbacks of Harriet and I. She made my stay in hell tolerable.

"Child!" I jerk back to reality and realise that the Queen is out and the driver is watching me expectantly. I step out. The queen handles my leash now and walks gracefully while I hobble behind her.

I don't know when we got in or anything because I'm now walking into a throne room with the Queen on the lead.

A man, the King, I assume. Stares at us.

"You got the gift already?" I crown, my eyebrows furrow.

"Of course my love," she beams. What a beautiful smile she's got.

'What, friends with vamps now?' I shake out of my head and stare at him blankly.

"She's untrained," he states matter-of-factly.

"She is. She just needs to be straightened out," she remarks. I tense up. 'Well that didn't take long'

I hear graceful light, yet male footsteps. They stand out, out of hundreds because they sound of a royal person.

Right on cue, a male about 6'5", with raven, shoulder length hair. He looks like a god of beauty I could see his muscles even whe--

Whoa let me chill this is a vampire. I stare ahead blankly too as all the attention is now shifted to him.

"Awe, Sebby! Happy birthday son," she gushes.

"You already wished me mom," his smooth deep masculine voice rings out. " You got a pet?" And I'm all ears now, he said that in disdain.

"Yes. For You!" She says.

"WHAT!!" He bellows, "I told you, I don't want a freaking pet!" His words sound like venom.

I turn my head to him slowly, looking as nonchalant as I can. He's scowls at me then storms out.

The Queen sighs and tsks. She snaps her finger and a slave steps forward.

"Take her to the slave room,"

The slave leads me up two floors and into the room, shows me the small single beds and points me to the one on the corner.

"The queen will call when she's ready. Don't do anything stupid," with that said, she exits.

I throw myself on the bed and let sleep engulf me.