Fragile

chapter 1

She took another sip of her vodka. She was already plastered and yet felt the need to drink herself into a coma.
    ‘Silly human’ she practically heard Zerrin’s smug comments and thought of that look he always gave right before…
    She downed the rest of her vodka slamming her glass on the bar. “Hit me again.”
    Samara sighed and placed her long white blue fingers under the girl’s chin. She sucked on her teeth at the sight of the poor creature. “Looks like someone has already hit you.”
     Aria pulled away. How dare a Fairy fake care about her. Fae are malevolent jerks that lived to torture humans and only cared for themselves.
    “That would be none of your business Fairy, vodka me now.” Aria’s words slurred as she tried to articulate a sentence.
   “Listen human, I am fae but I am not heartless. I know you are in an all magical area. Most humans don’t know about our bars and here you are. Do tell me who trafficked you here.” Samara sighed.
     “Trafficked?” Aria sobered up. “Who says I was trafficked?”
    Samara sighed and pulled Aria’s arm toward her and pushed up the long plaid sleeves there. She tsked at the sight of fresh fang marks.
   “As suspected, A blood bag? A mistress? No, Both, am I right love?” Samara’s face was expressionless.
    Aria snatched her arm back and pulled her sleeve back in place. “You don’t know shit about me.”
    “I know all I need to know about you darling girl. I am centuries old you think I am stupid. I have seen many girls and boys come and go with their masters. I even had a human myself before, so you can pretend I don’t know what you are but we both know it’s obvious.” Samara poured another shot of vodka.
   “Last one my little trafficked beauty.”
   Aria nodded and threw back the drink. Fairy had to be nosey, damn her to hell. Why was it that every time she wanted to do anything life had to go against her.
   Before she came to the night world she was happy. She was a star student with straight A's, a gymnastics fanatic on her way to a good future. She had many friends and at 14 almost had a boyfriend.
   Her fifteenth birthday was the turning point in her life. She decided to go to a party with friends. The party was fun, drugs and alcohol and music, seeing as she was a good girl she strayed from the drugs and alcohol and turned to dancing instead.
   A few turns around the dance floor with Daniel, the boy she hoped would be here soon and she was happy. Daniel left early and had given her a sweet kiss on the cheek before heading out. She was so happy she dance with the crowed a bit longer.
     Then a slow song came on. A beautiful song that to this day she can’t recall the name of. That was when her gaze met eyes almost made in color. She took in the sight of him. Short black hair, green eyes, porcelain skin.
  He was someone she would never hang around with at school. It was as if she was the very sun and him the moon, total opposites. He wore black leather pants and a billowy white shirt open to the third button exposing his neck and collar bone. He was so beautiful, almost strangely so.
   He reached a hand out and curled his finger urging her to come to him. She looked around just in case and realized that she indeed was the one he wanted. She confidently walked forth and smiled sweetly at him.
   They began to dance slowly, she felt as if she were flying, so happy to be in the arms of the strange boy that she didn’t notice the syringe going into her arm. She was later told he had been influencing her and had put her in a sort of spell, it didn’t shock her considering his eyes had pulled her in so quickly.
   After that day she had been lost to the human world. Her skin crawled at the thought. She was captured by a man named Jagger, the beautiful man. He didn’t keep her longer than three days before selling her off to Zerrin.
     She had been kept in a room with three other girls. Their toilet was a bucket and their were mats filled with straw for beds. It was absolutely medieval at best. She hasn’t had her first beating until Zerrin bought her at auction. She had been made up before being relocated to another grander place. She was forced to wear a dress that reminded her of a fairy princess back then, A white flowy chiffon gown with a sweetheart neckline and small float cap sleeves. Her red hair was put up in a loose bun with fake stones, curls falling down a bit.
    She had never felt more beautiful, but that was before she knew what lay ahead of her young sixteen year old life.
   When they arrived at the house they were shoved into a large lavish room with a bed and chairs. The door was locked and at this point they didn’t not even check the windows.
     Jagger opened the door. He wore a suit and bowtie and his hair was slicked back nicely. He grinned his fangs glistening in the lights. “The blonde one, I need the blonde one to come with me please.”
   They looked at one another before Gretchen stood up her baby blue eyes piercing. She walked forward still confident even though she was sporting a black eye.
    Jagger wrapped his hand in her hair and laughed. “You are damaged goods, but you still act so high and mighty, you will learn from the man who pays for you just how much of a dog you are.” Jagger laughed and dragged her from the room. The door locked behind them and that was the last time she ever seen Gretchen.
    One by one the girls were all taken away. Until at last I was alone. I sat there motionless for an hour at most before Jagger came in and said “Now you.”
   I stood, smoothed my dress out with my hands and walked to him. He put a hand on my waist and began walking me to our destination.
   He lead me to a huge ballroom with a stage right in front. The chandelier was dimmed but not to dimmed. She could not see any of the girls needless to say. The entire room was mainly filled with men aside from a few ladies.
    “Now, Ladies and gentlemen. This girl is the final and finest sale of the day. She is strong and brave and beautiful, she is also a virgin.” Jagger paused to let the crowd settle.
    “The price starts at 50,000.”
   One by one hands shot up as well as voices were raised. 60, 70, 100,000 and rising. Aria folded her arms nervously only to have them removed by Jagger.
   “200,000.” Said a petite woman with almost grey hair.
  “200 going once, going twice,”
    “300,000 said a deep menacing voice from the back of the room. He stood tall, his platinum hair curled naturally and his icey eyes held her silver gaze.
    “Sold to Lord Ryok.” Jagger bowed and then pulled her from the stage. She was taken to another room where she awaited her fate.
   Several minutes later Lord Ryok entered the room. He wore a red velvet coat and white pants. He looked like a prince in her eyes. However wrong she may be.
    He stared at her for a while studying her body and her face. He stepped forward and gently touched one of her silky curls.
    “I am your master now. You will refer to me as master. Understand?” he rubbed the curl between his thumb and finger.
   “I want to go home.” She whispered.
  “That is unfortunately never going to happen darling girl.”
  “You will never be my master.”
    Zerrin let go of her curl and chuckled before shrugging his coat off and laying it over a nearby chair.
  “I would like to taste you now darling girl.” He smiled. “Do come here.”
  She sat still refusing his orders blatantly.
    “I understand that you are new to the dark world. But you will learn quickly that I am fond of pain, it would be nothing for me to kill you but seeing as I have spent so much on you, I would prefer to at least keep you a few months, so kindly come here child.” He still held his original smile.
    She didn’t move. Her heart began to beat faster and faster with fear, and yet she didn’t move.
     In one foul swoop he dragged her from her chair and had her by the neck pressed against the far wall, it had only taken him a second to carry this out. He was so fast definitely an immortal.
     “I do admire the bravery you have. I knew I would like you the moment you came to the dais. But try not to fight me any longer.” He leaned forward his fangs pressing to her neck.
   A vampire, the same as Jagger. Despite her position she kicked at him until he was forced to let her go. She rushed to the door as soon as he dropped her only to have her arm wrenched out of it’s socket. She gave a cry as she flew across the room and into the wall so hard she though her back was broken.
   He knelt beside her and grasped her chin roughly. “I could have thrown you harder, I decided to toss you lightly so you would not die. I do so enjoy the fact you are in pain, it’s a bad habit that I have.” He sighed and pulled her into his arms. “I am so happy you are mine.” He chuckled and then roughly tore into her neck.
    She passed out from the sheer pain.