Vampire's Slave ~ The Night he became my Master

Yes, It's another vampire slave story. If a lot of people like this or somebody messages me saying they like it I'll write a chapter 2 to it. Otherwise this will stand alone... Enjoy!

Created by Wolfpup11 on Tuesday, June 23, 2009

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Life is not always kind. But, no matter how cruel it can be it has a tendency to give you a small but beautiful gift when you least expect it. I know this better than anyone. My name is Morrigan and my story is not a very complicated one though in some ways it can be horribly unforgiving.

Damn it! I skidded to a stop before another dead end. It was starting to rain again and the sun was already well and truly set. This is not a good time to get lost in dark city streets. I turned around and started back through the winding ally way tossing my head from side to side slightly nervously. I was meant to be back by seven – my watched showed it to be nine. Harry’s going to kill me! I took another random guess at wove my way through another ally way hoping that this didn’t lead me right back where I was before. The first of the heavy rain started to fall and I sped up into a brisk trot and hugged my blouse closer to me. I should have at least brought a jacket!

After a few minutes I ducked under the eaves of a building a huddled close to the bricks. If the rain doesn’t stop in five minutes, I told myself, then I’ll go on cold and wet anyway.

“Hey there,” I looked up in shock and met eyes with a young man. He looked about eighteen, had bland light brown hair, was badly shaven and wore casual clothes.

“Hi,” I responded and looked away from him and up at the rain willing it to stop soon.

“How’s it going?” Another man walked towards us from the other side of the street. He too wore everyday clothes and seemed unbothered by the thickening pour of rain. I gritted my teeth and edged away from the first one as he nudged closer.

“Fine,” I said.

“Fine is it?” A third man stalked out of the shadow of a doorway. “You fine?”

“Yes,” I muttered nervously as they all started coming towards me from different angles. Shit! Why didn’t I think of this?! My back was to the brick wall and the three men stalked closer with happy smiles and overly suggestive gestures. There wasn’t much room to run and what little room there was slipped away as they came closer. I sucked in a deep breath and darted for the gap between two of the men. The first man grabbed my arm and yanked me back towards him.

“Where you going in such a rush, pretty lady?”

“Get off me!” I lashed out at his face with my free hand and kicked behind me as his friend approached.

“A feisty one,” the third man said with a dry laugh.

“Let go!” I cried out as another wound their arm around me from behind.

“Come on, baby, don’t be like that!” I sunk my teeth into his arm.

“She bit me!” I felt a hard impact in my side and grunted with pain.

“Little bitch,” I heard one grumble as I gripped my body were I had been punched.

They dropped me onto the ground and I rolled over to look up into the rain and the three men standing above me. One leant forward with an ugly grin on his face and I weakly tried to push him away. He wasn’t pushed away. He flew away. I eyes widened as I saw the man that had punched me in the side fly through the air and smash into a brick wall. His body went limp and he sagged to the ground. My eyes turned to the tall stranger that had grabbed him from behind and tossed him unceremoniously to one side like a rag doll. One of the other men let out a shout and threw another punch towards the newcomer. The stranger caught the man’s fist and kicked him hard enough to send him reeling backwards. The third guy was smarter at least. He held up his hands and backed slowly away.

“Hey man,” he muttered, “chill, we were just…”

“Leave,” the newcomer said, “now.” He did. He left really fast. At a dead run.

I climbed to my feet and hugged my sides to try and stop my shivering.

“Thank you,” I shuddered, “thanks so much. I can’t even begin to… thank you properly.” He watched me with a dark brooding expression. The rain had done little to dampen his striking features and polished look. His hair looked black but held just the slightest hint of red that matched dark crimson eyes. His skin was icy white and fitted perfectly around his fine chiseled features.

“Follow me,” he said and turned to walk down the alleyway into the darkness. I hesitated for a moment then followed. He had saved me after all.

He led me out of the twisting maze like alleys and out onto the open street. He opened the passenger side door of a sleek dark car.

“Get in,” he commanded.

“I… I’ll be fine to go by myself,” I muttered and edged away down the street.

“No,” he fixed me with a dark eyed glare. “It is not safe. Get in the car.” I swallowed but obeyed. I don’t really know why I slipped into the car next to him. But I did. He strode around to the other side of the car and sat behind the wheel. Before he even turned the keys he was turning the heaters onto full blast. Thankfully I leant forward into the rush of heated air. I was dripping wet from the icy rain and the hot air felt like heaven.

“Thank you,” I said again. “Can you take me home? I live at the Whittle orphanage.”

“How old are you?” I looked at him in surprise.

“Huh?”

“How old are you?” He asked again without making any move to start the car.

“I’ll be sixteen soon,” I told him meekly. “Why?”

“How soon?” I glanced at my watch.

“Fifty seven minutes,” I told him. He blinked in surprise. Hah! So he is capable of human emotion!

“Happy birthday,” he said and started the car. It purred softly to life as I fumbled to get my seat belt on.

He pulled out onto the street and started driving along the empty roads.

“Why do you live at the orphanage?” He asked in the same commanding voice as he had used before.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I growled crossing my arms.

“It doesn’t matter if you tell me or not,” he informed me with a smirk. “I’ll find out anyway.”

“Oh really?” I asked skeptically.

“Yes,” he nodded. “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?” I snapped. He flashed me an angry look.

“I just saved you,” he reminded me in a crisp controlled tone. “I think you should show more common courtesy.”

“Well, I’m sorry if I find this interrogation thing strange.” An empty silence followed for a few short moments. Finally I sighed and brushed some of my hair out of my face stressfully. “I’m Morrigan,” I said.

“Morrigan,” he smiled. “A strange name for someone such as yourself.”

“Why?”

“It’s a name suited for a dark goddess,” he looked at me for a brief moment. “I don’t think you’re a dark goddess.”

“Okay,” I said slowly, “I’m not dark goddess. Just a teenager who got a bit lost in the streets. Now can you tell me what your name is?”

“I’m Julian,” he said softly.

“Julian?”

“Yes,” he looked at me.

“It just a… weird sounding name,” I said lamely.

“It’s a powerful name,” he informed me with a smile, “I respect my name. You should respect yours, Morrigan.” It was strange how he said my name; like he was chanting a magical spell in his deep seductive voice. “Why do you live at the orphanage?” It was the way he had said my name that made me tell him.

“My parents and older brothers were killed in a car crash when I was just six years old. I was in that car as well but I don’t remember much. All I can truly recall is the sudden blinding flash of headlights and then a terrible sound as metal twisted and tore itself away from the side of the car. After that day I was put up for adoption. Not many people want kids over the age of five and more parents want boys rather than girls. So, I’ve never gotten a new home.” I stopped realizing I was talking far too openly with a complete stranger. He said nothing.

He pulled off to the side of the road. I sat up and looked around in shock. We were out the back of town in the start of the country. The rain had stopped but the cloud cover kept the night as dark as space.

“What? What are we doing here?!” I reached over and tried to open the door but it was locked and I couldn’t see any way to unlock it. “Let me out!”

“I can’t do that,” he growled, “not yet.”

“What the hell do you mean not yet!?”

“I think you should be more kind to those who save your life.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to… oh, I get it. You want a reward!” I reached behind me, yanked out two twenty dollar bills from my back pocket and shoved them towards him. “That’s all I’ve got on me,” I informed him quickly. “Now can you take me back!?”

“I don’t want your money,” he said brushing the notes away carelessly. “You are a valuable creature, Morrigan and I want you.”

“Me?! If you think you can just save me from one gang to replace them yourself…!”

“Those men would have killed you,” he said with a wicked smile. “I saved your life, therefore you belong to me.”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” I snarled. “Too bad.”

“You belong to me,” he repeated. “You don’t have a choice in the matter.”

“What? You want to turn me into some kind of slave just because you saved me from a gang of criminals?”

“I don’t want thing,” he said simply, “I take them, just as I am taking you.” He leant forward. I lashed out at him but he grabbed my wrist and smiling pulled it towards himself. I struggled but he was ridiculously strong: he held my wrist easily with one hand. “Don’t fight it,” he told me in a low purr, “I’ll take you either willingly or not. If you choose to struggle it will be harder,” his crimson eyes flashed to my face, “more painful…” Fear leapt into my body like I had never felt it before. It wasn’t his words that had inspired this terror: it had been his eyes. The dark power, the flash of hungry red and the way they were focused on me…

He leant forward and lightly kissed my fingertips. I curled my hand into a fist and he kissed the ridges of my knuckles. He slid his lips along my skin until they were kissing my wrist. The cold touch of his skin gently stroking mine sent tiny thrills surging down my spine. A stab of pain shot from my wrist. I gasped and saw a trickle of my own blood leak from between his lips. My energy and will to fight fled me as he fed. It hurt and yet at the same time it was strangely beautiful. I knew, at that moment, that I was his and he was a vampire. He was my master now.


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