Let's take a better look
beyond a story book
And learn our souls are all we own
before we turn to stone
It had been an ordinary day, filled with ordinary happenings.
A man fell from the
freaking sky.
Emerald screamed as she spun her steering wheel, executing a sharp tern that would make any man proud just as a ton of man fell from nowhere onto the road in front of her. Time didn't slow down like they said it would in story books, there was no rocking background music, just the hoarse croon of John Cage from her car radio.
Her car - a really bloody great car it had been too - jerked into the air and flipped, spinning around and around and strangely enough, she couldn't feel her body. Was this what it felt like to fly? Who was going to lead her University Cheer Squad tomorrow? She had a shift at the soup kitchen, how was she-
The world disappeared over the edge of the cliff her car tumbled towards.
"Jesus, don't fall from the sky like that," she groaned, her forehead furrowing in confusion and pain. She ached all over. "God, I could use a massage right about now," she mumbled, lifting her arms to rub at her sore head.
Except she couldn't lift them.
She couldn't lift anything.
"What the
hell?" she exclaimed as the world came into focus. Her forest green eyes scanned the darkness and found... A car
boot? "
What the hell?!?"
Her heart slammed against her ribcage as she struggled against the chains that seemed to encompass all of her. This was so not Heaven and she did not deserve to burn in the Underworld, she was a good to dogs vegan! "Let me out! LET! ME! OUT!" she yelled with all her might just as the boot popped open and a man's face hunched over her.
"You do not look like an Angel and you're too short to be God!" she yelled, loud enough for everyone at the mansion to hear. "Ew, get away from me! What do you think you're
doing?" The man did not respond, accept to lift her up into his arms. Those were nice biceps...
Focus, Emmy, focus, she told herself. Was she being kidnapped?
"You're just going to hurt yourself struggling," a low voice warned as he carried her up a flight of stairs that lead to...
"Woah, that's a nice house," she found herself saying.
"Yeah?"
"No! Let me go, you
creep!" The double doors of the mansion pushed open and she was brought into a gigantic lounge room of some sort with other...
"Look, if it's money you want, I'm really not worth that much. Like, maybe two dollars or something." Emerald paused. "No, what am I saying? I lied. I'm worth, like, 2 trillion plus infinity. Ooo, nice chandelier. Oh my god, stop distracting me, you bastard," she yelled, ripping at her chains and only succeeding in hurting herself on the metal. "Ow!"
"Mmm, smells like dinner," the man whispered in her ear before setting her down next to some other chained guy. He had soft brown hair, beautiful, light eyes and...
"Hey, why aren't his ankles shackled?" she yelled furiously.
"Because he's not trying to kick his way to freedom?"
"You're a dick."
"Thanks."
"I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes"
"Shut up," she growled, her breathless voice low as she shoved her new boy toy onto the bed, next to her Girl Toy. She wished they came with silent buttons, but she supposed gags would have to do. The three bodies were slick with sweat and the two and a half century old Vampire drunk on reckless abandon. She didn't care what happened to them, she'd drain them dry and have the servants dispose of their bodies. Quietly, so their overly careful 'parents' didn't lecture her again.
Humans were walking, talking blood bags.
Made to be used.
Annalette threw an article of clothing to the side and it hit the wall with a thump. She grinned, her fangs extending and piercing her lower lip. God, she was
hungry. "Miss Annalette?"
"What?" she snarled, snapping her head around and glaring at the intrusion, her normally pale, icy blue eyes a brilliant sapphire.
"Your slave is here," her butler said calmly, bowing his head in respect. He'd been with them for a little over a century, long enough to know whom he had to be formal with and whom he didn't. Analise, for example, needed little formalities. Disliked them, even. Xander and Annalette were another matter.
"Send him up," she snapped.
"I'm afraid that is not possible, my lady."
"Why not?" she hissed, impatient to feed and do
other things now.
"He is unconscious, with a heavy build, as your father and mother knew you'd like."
"He is obedient?" Annalette asked, or rather, warned.
"We are not yet certain, my lady."
Annalette huffed, extracting her naked body from the two bodies below her. They were, how do you say, 'drunk off their buttocks,' and would awaken with little memory of what had happened to them. Annalette pulled on a
gauzy maroon blouse that ended mid thigh, giving the butler a dismissive wave.
She left the room and drifted past the haunting music that she knew belonged to Xander. She cocked an eyebrow as she passed him by, mouthing 'Dinner's ready,' silently, and smirking. The moment she passed his room, Annalette rolled her eyes. She hated him.
"Looking... Eccentric, as always, Analise," she acknowledged as she passed by the lolita clad girl. It appeared immortality froze her at a perpetually immature age. That, or she was mentally unstable as Annalette had always known her to be.
"Sairen," she purred rather threateningly, the closest her siblings would ever get to a greeting from the ever sarcastic and irritable Annalette. "Obsessive compulsive as you were yesterday, and the decade before, I notice," she said, eyeing his meticulously pressed and polished suit, a far cry from her absently laced blouse and hair that looked as if multiple hands had gone through it. Which, you know, was the case.
Sairen was the sort to wear lune convoitise because Armani was too common.
Annalette eyed the 'gifts' wearily, and cocked her head to the side. They were quite nice to look at, and they smelled even tastier. She would love a taste of the brunette with the chocolate brown eyes and olive skin. She gazed at the girl asking for her shackles to be removed and had to hold back a laugh. Foolish humans. She raked her gaze over a brown haired and light eyed boy.
Prettier than the Queen, she thought sardonically. Annalette tossed a screeching, bleeding girl her cruelest smile. The slave froze in response, in the middle of her rant about her Red Cross and vegan commitments or something.
"What is your name, pup?" Annalette purred, suddenly appearing millimetres away from the dark haired girl. Analette curled a lock of her hair around her fingers and looked into her forest green eyes.
"No way in hell," the slave replied. Annalette cocked an eyebrow.
Mmm, a fighter. How fun, she thought sarcastically. "You might use it against me or something.
"I assure you, my dear. Your name matters little," Annalette said. "You will be whatever your master says you are." The Vampire stood, tossing her long auburn hair over her shoulder.
"M-master?" the slave squeaked.
"Why, yes." Annalette smiled, not trying very hard to be comforting. "You're a slave now."