A Slave to Love

Chapter 1: Dead End

Disclaimer/Edit of June 2020: Hi all! Since there are a lot of new people around here I thought I'd drop a little, but important, message. This story was written like...a decade ago, if not more. I was essentially a teenager who had a LOT to learn about everything and I was a little shit back then who had a lot of internalized misogyny, slut shame issues, among other things because of the kind of culture I grew up in. This was a product of who I was back then, and I have made a slight effort to edit some of the shittier attitudes I used to have out of this story. But I'll be honest, I'm super lazy (this story is super long yall who has the patience to sift through and edit it all? Not me) and didn't do a very thorough job. So while going through this story, if you find some shitty things just remember this was written by an uneducated teenager who has since grown up and learned to be better. This was a product of the time and culture it was created in (which I dont say as an excuse, but rather an explanation and acknowledgement of my own bad behaviour/judgements/upbringing that I have since grown from and learned were wrong). Also it may be a bit cheesy at times but I originally wrote it as a joke/experiment to see what the fuss was about because vampire slave stories were all the rage on Quizilla (r.i.p. Quizilla!), where it was made. And then I ended up enjoying it immensely and well...here we are lol. So just bear in mind that the thoughts, judgements, comments, and actions of my characters don't necessarily reflect my current beliefs. Also that the sequel I'm currently writing has none of the cringy and shitty elements you'll see here, because I learned from my mistakes. It is by no means perfect, trust me, but I'm going to continue to learn and be better and open to other points of views as I get older, which is all I can really do. And uh...thats about it I think, so go forth and enjoy! <3

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The only thing worse than getting cheated on was being dragged to a house party by your friends to cheer you up, only to have said cheating ex-boyfriend also show up with the girl he was cheating on you with. 

I had already been hesitant about going out when I was in such a bad mood, my self esteem taking a serious hit and the wound still fresh from a week ago, but my friends had been oh so convincing. 

Come out with us! Get dressed up! Meet someone else tonight and forget all about that loser Derek! Show him he doesn't matter! Fuck him and his inability to keep his hands to himself! Go after his best friend, I hear he's supposed to be here tonight, and wouldn't that just be perfect revenge?

Against my better judgement--really they caught me in a moment of weakness where I wanted to prove I was worthy and attractive and that anyone would be lucky to have me--I agreed.

I let Chelsea and Brianna go all out with my makeup and hair and had even borrowed one of Chelsea's more dramatic outfits since I didn't have any, a short little dress that had a deep V in the front to show off my tragically below average chest, mildly rectified by the help of a push up bra that was all kinds of uncomfortable. I'd even dusted off my singular pair of heels from the back of my closet. I was going full out.

Tonight, I didn't want to be me, because regular me was the type of girl who got cheated on by her boyfriend of six months and I'd swiftly gone through the stages of grief and had landed on a new stage called revenge, with support from my friends goading me along. 

Which left me made up and unrecognizable in the mirror as girly wasn't my style, I was always more comfortable in jeans or my gym gear to run in and my well loved but smelly running shoes. But I felt powerful in it, like I could stomp on Derek's toes with my high heels and maybe break a couple of them like he'd broken my heart with some help from a girl in our third period Math last semester without giving two shits.

Macey Tanner, another girl in our year, was hosting a big summer blow out for her birthday and everyone on the planet was invited, which included Derek apparently. Something my friends had either known about and neglected to tell me so I could rub my revenge in his face, or something they had been in the dark about too and were now severely regretting bringing me along to witness.