His Blood Slave

"Pull your skirt up and go. Stop frowning , child!" The woman pushed me out onto the stage.

My eyes wandered around the room. It was dark and only the candlelights and torches on the walls gave me enough of a chance to see the crowd. The room was filled with murmurs, faint but it was getting louder as I slipped the hood off my head. Gasps filled the room when they saw my appearance.

I sighed. I know I'm not pretty like all the other blood slaves. I'm petite, pale and my hair is short. Having short hair in this world is an abomination to the eyes of both royals and commoners. They loathed those with hair as short as mine.

"Let's start with a bag of gold? Now, who will bid for this lady?" The man yelled at the crowd as he walked towards me.

I shrunk in my position, gripping the sides of my skirt while trying so hard to not let my tears betray me. And of course, humiliate me. Please don't cry! Not now, Sol. You can't cry now.

"A bag of gold?" The man yelled again but the crowd remained silent.

No one is obviously going to buy me. And that's okay. It's okay because, I mean, who would buy someone like me? Literally no one.

"A trade!" A voice echoed through the whole room, followed by whispers that enveloped around me.

I closed my eyes. I can't have a panic attack. I have to calm down. Calm down, Sol. Think of happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.

"A trade? Well, we don't want to trade her with a cow, mister?" The man laughed beside me as he signaled someone from somewhere to switch the spotlight to the man who was asking for a trade.

When the spotlight hit the man's position, the crowd was shook. Everyone fell into gasps, and loud whispers about this notorious man.

"L-Lord Minir? That is... surprising—" the man beside me cleared his throat.

I lifted my gaze up to the man who asked to trade me. Our eyes met for a short while before he brought them back to the host.

"Dorian gold in exchange for her." A smirk was plastered in his face.

My lips parted. I was out of words. No, I was shocked! And Dorian gold in exchange for me? I am not that expensive. Why? Why would he buy me that much?

The host gulped, glanced at me before smiling at Lord Minir, "Deal. The Lady is sold to Lord Minir!"

After I was sold to that mysterious man who bought me whose name is Lord Minir, I was brought to a better chamber. A chamber bigger, and had more things than mine.

The women in the room rolled their eyes at me as they tried to fit me into an appealing dress. It had ruffled sleeves and a skirt. It was white and they made me wear a vest on top of it. I actually looked like a young woman who is privileged enough to go to a school right now.

I giggled at the thought only to be snapped by a woman's glare at me.

"You should be proud..." She gritted her teeth, "The infamous Lord Minir bought you. But I bet you won't last a month in his shelter and he'll end up killing you. He will coldly left you in your cell as you rot to your miserable death."

I sighed and ignored the rest of what she was saying. During the years of living in this shelter, I have gotten used to these people's prejudice and envy. I am used to being their toy, their puppet all the time. That's why I'd prefer to stay silent at times like this than to utter another word.

One more word and I'll end up in danger. I can't risk my life for petty drama. I had no one to protect myself but me.

"Lord Minir bought this for you to wear." Another woman told me as she touched the cuff of my sleeves.

I gave her a short smile. I was shocked when she gave me an embrace. But no matter how ugly these other people are in this shelter, there are still some who treat me as morally as they can.

"Forgive us, Lord Minir. It took time to get her to change." I heard a woman's name outside the closed door that I was currently facing.

"It did take time. Where is she?"

I gulped. Just by hearing his voice sent shivers down my spine. I suddenly feel cold.

I closed my eyes when I felt that the door was about to be opened. I only opened them when I realized that they were waiting for my presence. My eyes met the floor. I kept my gaze down as I entered the dark room.

I have no courage to look at them. It would only make my heart race abnormally. And I can't afford making them know that I am scared right now. Bad things will come if they know that I am frightened.

"Her name is Sol. She is a very shy, and obedient lady. Of all the ladies in here, you chose a good one, Lord Minir." The woman held my hand like she was so supportive of what's happening.

I sighed. I hate to say this but I know that she's only after the Dorian gold. I wasn't even rented. I was bought and sold. For a blood slave to be sold to a vampire, it takes a lot of wealth.

"Sol, greet Lord Minir—"

"Leave." I gasped silently when I heard him commanded the woman.

She gulped and turned her back on us, leaving me alone in front of this man. I let my eyes stay on my feet. I am void of any thought right now. I don't know what to really do.

Should I greet and introduce myself? Or should I just stay silent?

"How are you?" The man spoke.

I gulped and pinched my own wrist. What should I answer?

"I asked, how are you?" He repeated his question and closed the gap between us.

Why is he so close? Can he just move away a little? I can't breathe all of his manly perfume in my nostril.

When I didn't answer, he placed his index finger on my chin. His finger felt like ice. Gosh. Do vampires have to be this cold? He lifted my head, making me switch my eyes up to him.

He tilted his head. I almost lost all of my senses when I saw his blue eyes piercing at me. He has a sharp jaw that complimented his long, straight and black hair. His skin was evidently pale like milk. But within those angelic features is the danger that can be felt through him.

"I-I'm well, " I stared at him.

His eyebrows furrowed, "Hm, are you sure?"

"Y-Yes, I am."

A smirk rose in his red lips, " It is odd to find a woman whose hair is as short as yours."

I didn't say anything.

"Have you packed your things already, hm? "

I nodded. Well, the other women packed them for me.

"Very well. Let's go," he grabbed his coat on the couch, took my wrist and dragged me out of the room.

I almost whimpered when I felt the pain on my arm. But I remained silent about it. There's no sign of gentleness in him. He's aggressive. Just by grabbing my hand, itched my arm.

"Ow," I grimaced when we stopped in front of the carriage.

He must have noticed how I hissed at his hold that he let go of my hand. I thought he was going to apologize to me but he didn't. Instead, he opened the carriage's door and beckoned me to enter first.

I entered the carriage and he followed from behind. I was out of words as I watched him sit in front of me. He unbuttoned his white polo like he just felt the scorching heat from outside.

"Did it hurt?" he asked.

I attentively looked at him. What hurt?

"Your wrist. Did it hurt when I grabbed it?"

I shook my head. I thought he was going to just agree with it but he ended up giving me a sarcastic smirk.

"I know it hurts you, woman. And that is something that you should be reminded of me, " he looked outside the window, " I am not gentle."

"I-It's fine, " I brought my eyes down to my lap.

"It is not, " I heard him say, "But just like I have told you. I am no gentleman."

"Oh, I understand ," I tried to give him a small smile.

His eyebrows furrowed when I gave him a weak smile. It seems like he dismissed a thought and just gave me a smirk.

"We're here, " he glanced at me.

The carriage stopped and we both stepped out of it. In front of me was a lone mansion in the middle of nowhere. It was located on the top of a mountainous area. I gulped at the height.

"It is your home now. And you shall obey to only one voice," his eyes darkened when he turned to face me, " Mine. Did I make myself clear?"

I nodded.

" I want an answer straight from your lips, woman."

I gulped, " Y-Yes, Master."

I saw a playful smirk when he heard what I just called him. I mean, that's what most blood slaves call their masters?

"I like that. But I shall formally introduce myself to you, " his jaw hardened, " I am Minirvus Corvinus, a Lord of Moon West."

I licked my lower lip, " It is a pleasure to serve you, My Lord."

He clicked his tongue, " Don't call me by that name. I like it way better when you call me with the first one."

" M-Master," I tried not to stutter so bad.

He chuckled. My eyes widened when I heard him chuckle.

"Your voice tastes so sweet, woman. "