Slave To The Fang

10, Fan Slaves

The other slave girl closed Lady Karayan's door behind us as if it were some priceless artifact and I raised a brow again. Elisa finally seemed to regain the wits about her so there was no need to drag her again. But she was very silent. Lost in thought. As if processing all this. A deep part of me felt bad for her but I snuffed it away.

The slave girl hurried ahead, eager to return back to please Lady Karayan. We had to hurry with her.

"You would be wise to keep silent in this part of the mansion. The Lords and Ladies do not like to be disturbed. You may just become their meal for the night if you disturb them." She spoke, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips at the last part as if she wanted us to be caught. What was the issue with her? She had just met us. All my instincts told me to be wary of her. Something didn't feel right about her. I held back an eye roll. As if I had been planning on speaking even.

We moved for a while through empty passages, passing only few guards here and there and they seemed to ignore us mostly when they saw the other slave girl but I believe I caught a glint of fang once or twice. Vampires loved showing off their fangs. If only they knew the secret magic tricks I could perform as well. I would probably end up dead but I would show them. It was not worth it though.

After some time, the design of the passages changed, there were less guards and it seemed less fancy than where we had been but not shabby either and I could even hear some laughter in the distance. We must be in the servant's quarters then.

"These are the servants' quarters. Only the servants of the high officials though. The slaves of the lower officials are in a lesser part of the mansion." The slave said, confirming my thoughts but the disgust in her tone confirmed my other thoughts. She was one of those slaves. We called them fan slaves.

Fan slaves were disgusting. They were slaves who actually loved being slaves and would do anything and everything to please their master or mistress. Other slaves hated fan slaves because fan slaves could betray anyone and everyone to gain favor from a master or mistress. It explained why she was so keen on pleasing Lady Karayan. And why she felt like she was better than the other slaves in the supposed lesser part of the man. Slaves like these, someone had to remind them that at the end of the day, they were all slaves like all of us and could be killed at any time depending on the mood of the master or mistress.

She led us then through a lit passageway to a bright, but modest hall. The last of the guards had been a few minutes away from this place and laughter and cheer was coming from the hall. It looked like a dining hall and lounge area at once. I suppose this was where the slaves hung out when they weren't needed by their masters and mistresses. I had heard of these places but never really been in one. That's because they were found in only the richest and biggest households where there was need for them.

There were about twenty slaves here, sitting around, some talking and laughing with each other while others were just quiet or nursing bruises. They were all different and yet one thing linked us all together. Our lives were not our own. Some of them had collars while some didn't. Some were in bad shape while some weren't. It was the perfect variety to show just how different slaves could be.

The chatter stopped when we got into the room and all eyes turned to look at us, studying us like we were rare specimen.

"Melanie. Who are those?" A man's voice called out. I looked up to stare into one of the bluest eyes I had ever met moving towards us. He looked only a few years older than me, maybe twenty-three or something. He had this boyish look to his expression and he had curly dirty blonde hair on his head. He was for lack of a better term, pretty. Very pretty for a boy. She smiled, showing bright white teeth and I had to pause for a second. This.... man was a slave?

And anyway, the slave girl was called Melanie? Huh. Melanie paused as well and her entire expression changed. The girl completely transformed from the annoying person we had met before to a blushing giggling girl. It was interesting. She pushed strands of her dark hair behind her back and smiled brightly at the pretty man.

"Hi Cezar. Oh these are just the new slaves of Lady Karayan." She explained, her tone darkening when she said that but she still managed to keep smiling at the man, Cezar. He processed the information and then turned to smile at us. Why was his smile so pretty? Heavens. It would take a while to get used to.

"I see. Welcome." She said so warmly. I was almost convinced he wasn't a slave, except the collar on his neck said otherwise. It didn't look like your regular slave's collar. It looked more personalized and softer but it was a collar nonetheless. I was intrigued.

"Yes whatever, I have to get back to Lady Karayan. They have to eat and be shown to their chamber." Melanie said with an edge to her tone and this time I subtly rolled my eyes. She was such a fan slave. Cezar nodded at her for a few seconds but immediately returned his attention to us, his smile unwavering. Would he stop smiling at us? It was very distracting.

When Melanie saw that she no longer had his attention, she huffed and then spoke again.

"Alright I'll be gone then." She said and left, not so subtly hitting me when she left. Okay so what did I do? Before I could ponder more on her strange behavior, a woman, around my age laughed and walked to us, wrapping her hand around my shoulders. I barely held back the urge to push her arm away.

"Don't mind Melanie. Come meet the others." She said and Cezar nodded with a smile as well. I shook my head to myself and followed them. Still wrapping my head around everything.

Here goes nothing.

Hi my loves. How are you guys? A lot of you are mad at me for not updating last week but to make up for it, I will update twice this week. This is the first. School is just really hard right now.

How was the chapter? Thoughts on Melanie? And Cezar?

What was your favorite part?

Corona Diaries day whatever: Can corona just end already?

Question of the chapter: What's your favorite color? Mine's grey. I've asked this in previous books but I have new readers here so....

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