Possession [H.S] ✓

Chapter One

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[Year: 6732]

I trudged lightly through the mud that surrounded the house, making sure my footsteps were nearly silent. However, it was proven difficult as my boots squished through the mud, creating a noise. I bit down on my lip and held my breath as I listened as closely as I could for any signs that someone was near.

"Where is Layla?!" Catherina shrieked, her voice echoing off the walls of the house and out of the top floor windows.

I looked up to the area she was in, and knew instantly that I needed to be careful sneaking into the house. "Shit. I didn't think she'd notice I was gone," I whispered under my breath. Of course I should have known it. Tonight was a big night for me, according to her, and I was suppose to get ready around lunch time.

I was suppose to be home hours ago, hours before the event would even begin, but the rain had halted my movements. Well, the rain and the fact that there was a vampire out prowling for a snack. The bastard almost caught me until I ran toward the mud and covered my scent quite effectively. Sometimes I surprised even myself at my cleverness, and I smirked at the thought of it. I was taught well.

"There you are," A shrill female voice came from behind me.

"Carmella," I said through gritted teeth and didn't bother looking back at her. "I was just taking a-"

"Oh don't bother coming up with an excuse for this one," She said in a smug voice. "Mama, she's out here! I found her!" She called out in her annoying ringing voice.

"Layla!" Catherina gasped out as she hurried out of the backdoor. She tutted in disgust as she took in my appearance. "Where have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is?" She questioned while crossing her arms. "You know you can't be late for this important occasion."

I narrowed my eyes to keep myself from rolling them. "It's important to you, Catherina. Not me," I brushed past her and walked straight into the house without even bothering to wipe my feet on the rug. My muddy boots left footprints behind me, and I heard the older women sigh from behind me.

The important occasion she was talking about was the blood slave market that was held every year, and this year was the one I was required to attend. You see, every human on the Vampire Isle is sold to a vampire at their eighteenth blood auction, and my eighteenth birthday happens the day after it takes place, so I wasn't allowed to participate in the last one. But now I have to go, and if I don't, well, lets just say it won't be very pleasant to have a vampire bang on the door and drag me out of the house in the early morning hours.

Catherina is my foster mother, I guess you could say. My birth parents died on this island from a disease that knocked out nearly half the human population and I was one of the few that were saved. So because I had no family I was given to this Lamia family to be taken care of until I was ready to be sold. Every single one of them knew I wasn't to keen on the idea of it. I hated to think that I was beneath them on the food chain, and that all I was useful for was to be used for my blood. However, I couldn't change things, it's just the way they are.

My footsteps didn't slow as I made my way upstairs, down the hall, and into my bedroom. It was nearly bare now, most of my stuff was packed into a storage center that I would be able to access later on, if given the right to do so, depending on the person I was sold to tonight. Sold. That word didn't sit well in my stomach.

I sighed quietly and let my dark blonde hair fall into my face as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The girl who stared back at me looked the same as she always had, but her eyes and posture were a lot colder. She appeared to not be afraid of what would happen tonight, however, we both knew we were. I studied her face further as I tried to point out something else that would distract me. Her eyes were gray, unnaturally gray and unlike any other, almost almond shape. The pale pink of her lips were full, but the bottom was so much fuller than the top, and it matched the soft flush of blood that was always present in her cheeks. Her nose was thin and as defined as her cheek bones.