Vampire Slave || JJK ☑

II

I was brought off stage immediately and through the back once the bidding was over. A typical good slave sells for 100,000 at the most. I was sold for 130,000. I didn't see the point. I wasn't beautiful than the other girls, or even strong like the buff girls. Huffing in exasperation, silently, I wondered what I just gotten myself into.

The vampire who had caught me in his trap had paid off the auction pushed me towards the monster. His skin was like typical pale vampire, but the most unsettling thing of all was his eyes. Red. They bored into my own eyes, stormy, and so vibrant,they seemed unreal. Immediately they lit up as he burst into laughter at my scared, small form. Shrinking back in confusion, I watched him skeptically. I was right though. He was the vampire I had seen walking towards the stage and through the crowd.

"You are Areum, right?" he asked, "And you are eighteen?"

"Yes."

"Sir," he corrected.

"We're going to have to work on your attitude, dearie," he grinned, reaching for me. Sliding away from him easily, I stepped back further.

He reached to touch my arm again and I shrank away. He laughed again, sounding joyous and kind; almost as if he was a normal living being who didn't suck blood for survival.

Not only did I recognize him from here earlier, but I recognized him for a convention of the most important, powerful, and influential vampires in the area. I had served there, while they talked about politics, land, and the laws that was set out for the people.

"Who are you?" I asked, forgetting his name. Being a slave of a council member was thought of as the worst position.

"Jeon Jungkook."

Now I remembered. He was the hot shot everybody wanted to be around. Supposedly he was the one to have set up most of our society laying out the plans for now and the future. I wanted nothing to do with him. After all, he probably was involved in the whole slave thing.

Disgusted, I wanted to turn around and stalk out, but his iron grip on my arm stopped me.

"Don't worry, dearie!" he grinned, showing off his bunny smile, "You'll be safe with me."

Nothing he said assured me as I begrudgingly followed.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked him, slightly confused by his uncertain motive.

"You, my darling, will start from the bottom and attempt to make your way to the top, like every other servant has had to do. Being my personal servant is quite the reward, you know?" he explained.

Following now at a slower pace, I took it in. The first few months we're going to be hardest for me. Cleaning, cooking, laundry, sweeping, and everything else that came with the lower and newer slaves were the hardest and most trying. They were meant to break you, but I wasn't going to let that happen. It wasn't like I wanted to be his personal servant in the first place, but being a head cook, or head cleaner didn't sound as bad as the newby. I was going to prevail and get through this torture, no matter how much it took.