Dark Wolf

Sold

Have you been so lost in your own world? Your own thoughts?

Life isn't fair. You don't know where to turn to. The right? The left?

Currently chained to a wall in a cell. Hands and feet both shackled to the walls. Afraid I will escape I suppose. (Eye-roll)

I am just a weak human is what I have been told. After all, I did not get the genetics of my parents being a vampire and all.

My mother decided to 'give' me away. At least that's what I'm sure she told her friends and family.

I, however know the truth sadly. It's stuck on this wall across from me in my cell. I've grown taller and can see it. A letter in black and red ink. Since the day I turned eighteen it's all I've read each day of my torture in this hell hole.

Dear daughter,
I didn't know if I should give you a proper name or not...your birth was honestly unexpected. However, If you decide to find out who you are or what exactly you are I decided your name would be the best hint. Luna. You are human (at least for now) me and your father decided it to be best for you not to be around. At least us. But we did choose to sell you to someone who has connections to our world. On either side.
Ps. I would say love you, but in all honesty I don't know how to love.
Maybe one day I will. I do hope they treat you well. One day we will meet again. For now just be good and hear the person out. The one that will always be by your side. You will have a soul-mate I am sure of that.

Part of me couldn't help but laugh at the messed up letter. The other part was just glad she didn't try to pretend to love me. I was also confused on why she chose not to visit if she knew who she sold me too.

"Yes! Yes, come in. You would be shocked by her natural beauty and taste," Charlie's said.

Charlie's was a business man. Dressed head to toe in a black suit. And even a fancy tie.

It always made me gag when I knew he was trying to sell just a taste of my blood to whoever wanted to try. Born from a vampire mother but yet only human it seems, meant I had eternal amount of blood. I was human just not human enough to die. And trust me, they have almost all tried. After all I'm a disgrace and should have never been born to some.

"Sir, why is she chained to a wall I might ask," a unique handsome man asked. Tall built husky with blue eyes and blonde hair a country twang in his voice. 

That was the first time anyone cared to even ask why I was tied to a wall. Most never asked questions. It was normally a pleasure thing along with business.

This however was new. This man before me seemed to truly care. He was different from the rest. I wanted to be near him. And yet I was so unsure.

"Well, sir you see, last time this little woman took out three of my man. One even lost an eye. So we chose to take no risk with her," Charles stated.

Of course I took his men down. They wanted to use me. They even did. However I wasn't going to be used without a fight.

I would fight until my last breath. I wanted my freedom. I didn't care how I got it. I wanted to see the world. To truly be free for once.

The blonde man looked strangely at Charlie's at first. "how much will it cost?" Asked the man.

" $300 for one bite Zane. After all she's unique and a delicate taste," Charlie's stated.

"How much for the girl? Not just a bite?" Asked Zane.

"I beg your p-pardon" asked Charlie.

"The girl how much will it cost to buy her?" He asked again.

This was a new request. I never thought someone would ask to buy me. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I had been with Charlie's for so long. Even though he is brutal and he sells my blood toward anyone who wants it. Along with there other needs. I at least knew what to expect.

The thought of being with another person was both exciting and scary. I could only hope that if I was sold to him he would be generous and I wouldn't be used as a tool or profit either.

" I can't just sell what makes me a profit on a daily to monthly basis, now can I?" Charlie asked.

"Two-million, that should work shouldn't it?" Zane asked. 

Who is that man? Why does he have so much money to begin with? Would Charles say no to this? If I was in his shoes I knew I would not be able to resist the money. After all Charlie enjoyed money more than himself.

"Um, sure b-but my ask what your plans are with her?" He asked. 

Even I knew it was better not to ask a stupid question. Once you get rid of your old belongings to someone new, you don't ask them what they do with your old belongings. Due to the fact it's not useful for you any longer.

"Once I send you the money that is not your concern any more. Now is it?" Zane stated. 

What was happening? This was a first. I was used to be beaten. Used to be used in more than one way.

Most people where not generous. I would have been bruised by now if it was anyone else. I held my breath until I saw the paperworks scattered about and the man speaking amongst themselves.

Charles looked reluctant like he was doing something he knew was forbidden. Yet, he couldn't turn away from the profit knocking on his door.

Charlie's loved his money way more. I was a monthly supply yes. But I never brought money this quickly before. It was as if Zane had hypnotized Charlie's with riches.

I looked Zane up and down. A blush spreading through out me. I was usually terrified around other people. Something about this man however was different.

I wanted to know more about this man. I needed to know more. Why was I so drawn to him?

I could feel his eyes gaze up and down me. It was like our souls where becoming one. I melted in the spot I was in just a little.

Honestly once I noticed him, I forgot about being chained to the wall. After the paper work was signed. They went over to me. Charlie's yanked me from the wall. I couldn't help but spit in his face.

He looked like he was about to hit me right then and there but Zane got in between us.

"I can not take her back if she is bruised!" Zane blurts out.

Charlie's lowered his hand from my face. I hand winced in response. I hated the fact that my body betrayed me in the way it did.

Zane looked over at me. He clearly noticed a few of the bruises lined up on my face.

I was literally only in a torn shirt and underwear. I tried to hide what little bit of stuff I had but it was hard.

Zane had glanced over my chest area noticing the scar above it. I didn't want to speak about it however.

My scars inside were deeper then the wounds on my flesh. I felt ashamed being near this man. Almost as if I had done something wrong.

I was not pure. Why would he want to buy someone like me? Would I be used again? In what way this time?

I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't speak nor say anything. I was in total shock. I wasn't beaten this time. But I had been resold....