A witch as a vampire's slave(Now editing)

Chapter 1

I always had the same dream over and over again since I was a little girl. Blood dripping on the carpet, a man saving me and holding me in his arms, fangs for teeth coming towards me, a man and women standing side by side holding hands. I never knew what that meant or mean. I always wanted to meet the man in my dreams I felt like I knew him but at same time I knew I never did like my mama always said "dreams are just something to escape reality" "Next up we have the lovely Jade she is 16 years old a virgin at that but watch out folks she is a witch. She dosen't have that much powers to begin with anyways so you'll be fine in taking her" they pulled out my cage to the center of the stage as I was wearing nothing but a rag to cover my body. I closed my eyes as I started to dream again not wanting to hear the supernatural creatures bidding on what price to have me as there slave. I dreamt of the same dream again except this one was different. Blood dripping from a hand out of a tub, me underwater as that person saves me from death, a man calling my name as I felt like I knew him my whole life. His voice when he called my name felt like he cared for me and loved me in a sense. "500,000 DOLLARS" yelled a voice as I open my to see who brought me. That voice is from my dream I thought wondering who could that voice be owned to. "Sold to Balan" said the auction man as I looked over the audience. I saw the man they call Balan. He had deep blue eyes and black hair so long to his shoulders you could just run your hand through it. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie so he could stand out more. Balan huh I heard stories from him from the other slaves. He was the most crule and heartless slave owner there was. "Get her out of here to get ready" said the auction man as they pulled my cage away to get ready. Please someone save me from this man I thought. It is your destiny said the voice in my head. Then I started to get images of me and him. Me on a tree reading as he sat beside me watching me his eyes filled with love and protection, me in his bed holding his hand as he kissed my forehead, me calling his name looking for him in a all white dress scared for his life.  Then the images went away disappeared as I looked around myself. What was that I thought scared at what might become of him and me as his slave.