AFTER THE AUCTION[MADIVAS VAMPIRE SERIES] SEQUEL PT-3

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I woke up snuggled into Damon’s side with my head on his chest.

Wait, I was in his room, on his bed. I heard he has never slept with anyone in his bed. He screws them and asks them to leave. He doesn’t sleep in their bed either, he prefers sleeping alone.

“Are you okay?” Damon mumbled, just waking up.

“How come I am still in your bed?”

“You just are.”

“Have you slept with anyone else since you got me?”

“Why do you care?” He sighed.

“I was just wondering.”

“Well I have tried to. I couldn’t f**k anyone else without me picturing them as you.”

“You make it sound like it was a bad thing.”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“I don’t think it was.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I thought about you a lot too, whether I admitted it or not.”

“But what if you die because of me? What if I ripped out your heart?”

“Would you do that?”

“There is a possibility if you were to annoy me in some way. I know I said I promise to not hurt you but some people find it harder to control their demons.”

“You know, you can be quite scary sometimes.”

“Then why are you still in my bed?” He asked, whispering in my ear.

“I don’t know. I want to go as I need to go back to my hometown but I don’t want to leave your side yet.”

“Why is that?”

“I feel myself breathing you in just so I can feel you underneath my skin. I want your lips on mine. I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. I want you to take me Damon.”

“Well that escalated quickly.” He chuckled.

“Sorry. I don’t know where that came from.”

“It’s fine. You are still controlling your emotions. It will get easier.”

“Would you though?”

“Would I what?”

“Would you ever make love to me?”

“I would but not now.”

“Why?”

“Like I said, you’re still controlling your emotions. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“You should get going?”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Nope but the quicker you go, the quicker you get back.”

“I will call you when I get there to let you know I arrived their safely.”

“You had better or I will send a search party out for you.” He laughed but the look in his eyes said that he was completely serious.

“I promise.” I smiled, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “I will see you in a couple of days.

I got out of bed, threw some clothes into my bag and grabbed some trainers.

I felt bad for lying to him but I had a few things I needed to take care of. I will come back to him though, that I am telling the truth about.

“I will see you soon.”

“Bye Britney.”

I walked out the room and dashed down the stairs and ran into joe.

“I see we don’t need to teach you how to run faster.”

“It’s simple.”

“It is. Just be careful and remember to stop in time or else you will be running straight into a wall.” He chuckled.

“I will be careful.”

“So what is with the bag?”

“I am going to my hometown for a couple of days, to see my friends and family.”

“I thought you didn’t have friends at school?” He asked curiously.

“They were more of acquaintances but I liked them and they were nice to me.”

“Oh okay.” He smiled.

He knew something was up but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.

“Can you get Xavier to open the gate for me?”

“Yeah…Of Course.”

“Bye Joe. I will be back soon.”

“Bye Britney.”

I dashed out to the gate which opened wide for me. Ah freedom…Well for a couple of days that is. I dashed off down the street, slowing down now and again. Damn vampire speed. I guess I need to get more used to it so I’m not speeding off in bursts at a time. It took twenty minutes until I was walking around the place I grew up. Oh yeah, I said I would call Damon. I dashed off to one of the payphones, realizing I needed change.

“You need some change darling?” A man asked.

“Yes. Do you have any spare?”

“I do.”

“Please may I have it?”

“Only if you do something for me first.”

“I am not a prostitute!”

“That is what they all say.”

“How many have you tried to do this to?”

“Well you would be number 67.”

“What’s the youngest?”

“Why? Does it turn you on?”

“It gives me this hunger inside.” I smirked, feeling my fangs pushing against my gums.

“12. She fought a lot.”

“And you forced her?”

“You should have heard her screams.”

“Were they like yours?”

“Huh?”

I dove on him, sinking my fangs into his neck. His blood started pouring into my mouth and down my throat causing me to moan in satisfaction. I wouldn’t have killed him but he raped a 12 year old. Who knows how many others he has raped? When the blood stopped, I dropped him to the concrete as if he was nothing. I grabbed the change from his pocket and put it in the phone machine. I dialed Damon’s number and waited for him to answer.

“Hello.”

“Hi Damon.”

“I take it you are there safe.”

“Yes.”

Are you sure you don’t want me there? You will get hungry rather quickly since you are newborn.”

“No need to worry about it Damon, I stole some blood bags from a nearby hospital.”

“Did anyone see you?”

“Nope.”

“Good girl. Just keep safe and come back soon.”

“I will. I promise.”

“So where are you know?”

“About to drop in on some people I used to know.” I smiled, looking at the pet shop down the street.

“Are they your friends?”

“Yes. Why?” I lied.

“Just wondering.”

“Oh okay. Well I should go before they see me. I want to surprise them.”

“Have fun.”

“I will.” I said before hanging up.

Oh I am going to have so much fun. I walked down the street, stopping at a store window first to make sure I had no blood on the side of my mouth. When I was clear, I carried on walking until I stopped at the pet shop. It said closed. Oh what a shame no one will come to stop me. I broke the door handle and pushed my way inside.

“We are closed.” A man informed me.

“My Master told me to come here.”

“Why would he do that?”

“He told me that I should go back to where he got he got me from and let someone else put up with me.” I lied, fake crying.

“Name?”

“Britney, Britney…Britney Young.”

“Wait here.” He dashed off before coming back seconds later. “Yes. Now are you still a virgin?”

“Yes.” I cried.

“Follow me.”

I followed after him and earned strange looks from the guards.

“I knew she would be back.” I heard one mumble to the other guard. I had to refrain from glaring at them to keep my cover.

“Get in there.” He ordered, pushing me into a room full of other girls.

I fell to the ground and waited until they slammed the door shut.

“Are you okay?” A girl asked me, scooting closer.

“You’re in a pet shop. They will take us for testing and then the auctions.”

“Thank you for letting me know.” I smiled warmly at her.

See! Why couldn’t the girls in the room I was first in when I got brought here before be this nice? I had woken up scared, in an unfamiliar room in my underwear and none of those girls informed me of where I was and what was happening. I refrained from biting into them and my did it take a serious load of self-control. Every time I tried to look at them, all I could see was their neck and where their blood was pumping through their jugular vein. Breathe. Hold it together. I am not going to harm an innocent person.

“I heard you were back.” A familiar voice said opening the door.

“Oh look…Its Stanley’s fuck buddy.” I smirked.

“Still a pain in the ass I see.”

“Still a bastard I see.”

“Why don’t you stand still while I give you a little whipping?” He chuckled taking off his belt.

A flashback to Damon beating me to the brink of death with his belt entered my mind and I grew beyond pissed.

“You’re a vampire.” He gasped.

I guess my eyes must be shining a dark, crimson red. He better fear. I know for a fact that for the first week of being a vampire, you are stronger than others, unless they are pure blood. What a shame this asshole isn’t.

“Yes I am. Now what do you want to do again?” I asked sweetly.

He turned to run off to get some help when I tackled him down to the ground. I knelt on his back as I dug my teeth into his back. I didn’t care about drinking his blood; I wanted him to feel pain. I started tearing away chunks of flesh from his neck as he tried to fight me off.

I gave up trying to hurt him as I had more people to deal with. I grabbed the wooden stick I knew he always carried and drove it through his heart. I hated that wooden stick. Him and Stanley would make me run around the room in a circle and would hit my legs with the stick, causing me to tumble down to the concrete floor. I snapped out of my memory and pulled out the stick. This would come in handy again.

I turned to look at the girls who were cowering away in the corner.

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Why? You’re one of them.” One of the girls sobbed.

“I could have easily killed you before and boy did I want to do it earlier but you are innocent and don’t deserve to die.”

“Why do you care?” Another one sobbed.

“Because I was just like you about a month or two ago.”

“You were taken to this pet shop?”

“Yes. I was tortured for two years as they tried to break me in. I got bought, punished, rewarded, betrayed, killed, turned and I want revenge. My beef is with the vampires here, not you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You didn’t know.” I smiled. “Now follow me closely and grab some of the weapons he has on him. Those that have weapons stick to the back just in case anyone tries to attack from behind.”

“Okay.” They chorused getting up.

I walked out of the room, girls following close behind as I came the way I went.  The route was clear except the man who brought me here and a couple of guards. We easily took them out and carried on until I got to the door.

“You girls go. I will take care of the rest.”

“They have more girls.” One of the girls informed me.

“Thank you. I will free them.”

“Thank you for saving us.”

“You’re welcome.” I smiled before going back inside.

I went straight to the auction room when I saw the speaker guy at the auctions and a guard who would spit in all of the girls food as a ‘joke.’

“What are you doing here? How did you escape?” The speaker guy asked.1

“Oh so you do remember me then? But I have changed a bit.” I smirked, flashing him my fangs.

“You’re a vampire.”

“Well done Sherlock Fucking Holmes.” I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“Well what do you want?”

“To talk…In private.” I smiled, blushing slightly. “I do want to thank you for everything and I can only think of one way.”

“This way.” He smirked, eyeing me up and down with lust.

As soon as his back was turned, I plunged the wooden stick through his heart before pulling it out and going for the guard. He moved out the way and I rolled on the floor, quickly jumping back up. He lunged at me and I didn’t move in time, so I ended up being knocked to the ground. He grabbed the stick from my hand and aimed it at my chest. I pushed against him and the stick started to pierce my skin. Oh no. He can’t. I can’t die this way.

His body went limp as he rolled off of me, a stake, driven through his chest. I looked up to see the woman who had done my hair and make up for me before.

“I heard a girl that was previously sold here had come back and was causing trouble. I knew it was you and decided to help.”

“Thank you.” I smiled warmly at her.

“Your chest is bleeding.”

I looked down to see blood pouring from the hole in my chest.

“Here.” She smiled, holding out her wrist.

“No.”

“I want to help.”

“No. I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Okay.”

“Sorry.”

“We should get out of here. The other guards have ran away in fear.”

“You go, I need to quickly do something first.”

“Good luck.” She smiled before running towards the exit.

I headed back, to the holding rooms, opening up the three remaining locked doors, allowing over 50 girls to escape.  With that last deed done, there was only one thing that I had left to do. I think it is time I take a little trip back home to see my good old parents. Now that will be fun.

I had decided to have a rest before my big reunion with my parents. I had changed my bloody clothes, drank from a pedophile to heal my chest wound and was now making my way to my house at the break of dawn.

People would probably be thinking that I was becoming a monster but I still have remorse. I don’t hurt innocent people. What I do helps to benefit humans. What I was about to do though, that is for me. I had to face them at some point. I was walking down the street I grew up in when I stopped outside my house.

There was a girl, kneeling on the grass, planting some flowers. She looked about 16 and the only thing that crossed my mind was that it was true, my parents did replace me…Those bastards.

“Hello.” I smiled sadistically.

“Hel…” She began to say as she looked up, instantly panicking when she saw me. “You’re the girl from the photos they keep hidden in the attic.”

Oh so they tried to hide every ounce of me from her. How sweet.

“How are the flowers coming along?” I heard a familiar voice ask.”

“Hello mother.” I smiled sweetly.

“Britney!” She gasped.

“Surprised to see me?”

“We thought…”

“You would never see me again?” I interrupted.

“Yes. W…W…We thought you were gone forever.” She stuttered.

N’aww was she nervous? She should me. I am so close to snapping right now.

“No. You thought I would be gone forever which is why you sold me to the pet shop, to make sure it happened.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh should I refresh your memory?”I asked chuckling. “It all starts with you telling me to remember that you love me. You know, playing the role of the helpless, loving parents which you played quite well actually, well you did until I discovered the truth.”

“What are you talking about honey?”

“You sold me to them leeches’ mother. You sold me to them monsters.” I snarled.

“Honey that’s not true. Your father and I would never do that.”

“How did they find out my blood type then? How did you get £400,000 out of nowhere?”

“Is this true?” The replacement version of me asked.

“Go inside sweetheart.”

“Oh so you didn’t tell her about how you sold your biological daughter to a monster who spent two years torturing me before I got sold to another monster, one I fell for actually, who has this psycho father creep?”

“You were tortured?”

“Yes. I was whipped, beating with a stick with the people you sold me to. Then there is the person that bought me who spanked me, messed with my emotions and mental state and beat me with a belt to the brink of death.”

“How is that our fault? Your Master was the one who nearly killed you.

“My Master? He was never my Master. I never wanted to be sold as slave. If it wasn’t for you selling me, this would have never happened.”

“Who is your Master?”

“Why do you care?”

“Have you had s3x with him?”

“No.”

“Will you ever have $3x with him?”

“You know what? I would. Because I love him.”

“Of course you would. You would happily do it and create the devil’s spawn.”

“Devil’s spawn?”

“Yes. The child would be half vampire if you ever got pregnant.”

“No the child wouldn’t!” I spat.

“But your Master is…”

“I TOLD YOU THAT HE IS NOT MY MASTER!” I shouted, flashing my fangs.

“Britney!” She gasped.

“What’s the matter mother?” I said sweetly. “Is there something wrong? Something on my face perhaps?”

“Sweetheart.” She said, grabbing the attention of my replacement. “Go inside, tell your father Britney is home and is a vampire and then stay inside.”

My replacement went of indoors and I continued staring at my mother, challenging her to make a move.

My father walked out and gasped when he saw I was really here.

“Britney?”

“Hello daddy.”

“I never meant for this to happen. It was your mother’s idea.”

“I have no time for your bullshit or the argument you are both about to have. It was his fault…It was her fault…Blah blah blah.”

“What did they do to you? Why are you a monster?” He asked, raising his crossbow.

Awe! He even had a wooden stake loaded in it. How thoughtful of him.

“Oh am I the devil’s spawn now as well?”

“THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!” My mother cried out. “YOU WERE NEVER MEANT TO COME BACK! YOU ALWAYS RUIN EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH!”

“Bitch!” I snarled.

My father fired the crossbow and I grabbed the stake, mid-air, just before it hit my chest. My father gasped in shock.

“Oops. Was I not supposed to stop it from killing me? Bad mistake on your part.”

“Get inside pumpkin.” My father ordered my mother.

My mother went to run but I grabbed her and chucked her against the wall, smashing her head open.

“I was smashed against the wall several times. Never hard enough to kill me but it still hurt. That would have never happened if you had never sold me to the people who made me into the woman I am today.”

“You killed my wife! Your mother!” He cried.

“You killed me! You killed my soul! You are the reason why I am the way I am today!”

“Why didn’t you kill me first then?”

“I wanted to show you that you have no power over me anymore. I’m not that little girl any more daddy. The girl you would hit. The room of the girl you would sneak into late at night when mom didn’t want to f**k you. Have you tried to touch the girl in there?”

“You have no power here.”

“Answer the question father.” I said, dangerously calm.

“I think you know the answer.” He smirked.

“AHHH!” I screamed out as I ripped out his windpipe.

His lifeless body fell to the ground and a part of me felt whole. I had done something that I have wanted to do for a long time, kill my sadistic, abusive father. I guess that is why I knew I hated David the moment I saw him…He was on the same level as my father. He was sadistic and he ruined my childhood.

My mother knew the whole time of what he did and didn’t do anything. I came crying to her once and told her that my father had stuck his fingers somewhere they didn’t belong and all she did was tell me to deal with it and enjoy it. She was just as bad as him. Who lets their husband do that to their child?

“He hurt you too?” I heard a soft voice ask.

I turned to the brunette who was crying and that is when I noticed something, I saw myself in her. She was just like me. I couldn’t kill her. She was innocent and didn’t deserve it.

“Come with me. I will keep you safe.” I smiled, holding out my hand.

 

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