My mother screamed up the stairs and I sighed, placing my book on my nightstand. Knowing that a simple answer wouldn't be enough, I made my way downstairs.
My mother sat on our red couch, he curly brown hair reaching her lower back. Her hazel eyes met my mine, and she waved me over to sit by her.
She pulled me in for a hug and tucked my waist-length, chestnut colored hair behind my ears. I would rather it be shoulder-length, but she won't let me cut it.
"Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?"
"Adequately," I nodded, wishing I could just get back to reading my book.
"We need to talk."
"About?" I raised a brow, confused. My grades were decent, and I kept myself out of trouble. I'm not really a normal 'kid.' I spend my time reading instead of on my phone, and focus on my grades instead of boys.
"It's about time you got a slave, dear."
I recoiled almost immediately. I find the fact that people own other beings repulsive. They may have been deathly dangerous at one point, but they are still living, breathing creatures. Instead of treating them as such, we use them to do out bidding and train them into submission.
My family was by no means poor, and had the money to afford at least twenty slaves, but I didn't want one. I just wanted to read my books in peace.
"No. I'll be at the library from eight to ten, and then I'll be going to the park to read. I should be home by one I the afternoon." I stood up and walked towards the door.
I didn't get very far. Ethan, my mother's werewolf, grabbed my arm, keeping his icy gaze on my mother. At her nod, he lifted me from the ground with ease and carried me back to the couch.
"We are the only house in this town where the oldest, and in your case only, child does not own a slave. You already make me look bad enough by always staying in your room. You don't even have friends. Now I won't tolerate being the laughing stock of this town. I am having Ethan take you to get a slave."
My brows were furrowed in confusion at her outburst. She never yelled at me this way. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and chewed on it, a nervous habit I've had since a young age.
Ethan pulled me out the door, but not before I heard my mom yell, "Dont come back without one!"
Once in the car and driving towards the auction house, I looked towards Ethan. There was always a frown on his face.
"People laugh at us?" My voice sounded small, and I hated it. I wanted to be strong.
Ethan glanced at me and sighed, which was the only answer I needed. In all honesty, I hadn't known, and I was surprised that my mom yelled at me. She'd never done that before. She must have me for making her the laughing stock of town.
"Do you hate me, too, Ethan?"
He parked the car, and I noticed that we'd pulled into the auction house parking lot. Instead of answering, he open his door and got out of the car. I looked down and unbuckled my seatbelt before getting out.
Ethan, who was waiting outside my door, bent down to be eye level with me. "Your mother doesn't hate you, Lillian. Neither do I. She's just tired of people laughing at her because her daughter never leaves her room and doesn't even have a slave. It's not normal."
My eyes remained toward the ground as we walked in. We were seated in the middle of the small crowd.
You have to act like you want this... I reminded myself.
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Owning the Vampire KingVampire
It's been years since the humans completely took over every other species and destroyed all but the werewolves and vampires. The two were left alive to be sold as slaves, since they were useful in their strength and speed. Lillian Brave has been ab...