The sound of the front door slamming shut half startled Arabella out of her short-lived sleep. She could feel the eyebags weighing underneath her eyes from not getting more than four hours of sleep, for three days in a row now.
A mild yawn escaped her lips as she shuffled to sit up in bed, running slender fingers through her messy brown hair in an attempt to get rid of some remnants of food particles from last night clung to it.That man had tossed his plate at her during his latest drunken episode. At this point - it was getting tiring… and this was the story of Arabella Tudor every day.She was just a nineteen-year-old brunette who had lost her parents at the tender age of seven in a fatal car accident, and since then her life had begun to go off track.With nowhere else to go, she was pushed onto their closest relative - her uncle Grayson. At first, the poor little girl was overjoyed that someone had opened their door for her, but she was met with disappointment all to early.If only she’d guessed the hell that would be awaiting within the walls of his abode, she might have rather wished to stay in an orphanage when the opportunity had presented itself.A light sigh escaped her lips as her feets came in contact with the cold floorboards.The only thing she could be grateful for at this point was having a roof over her head and a personal bed, regardless of how torn up or stiff it had become after over a decade of use - She couldn’t truly bring herself to hate it.Just how she couldn’t throw it away - because she knew exactly how it felt to have no one, to not really belong anywhere. That and the fact that she’d not be getting replacement anytime soon.Her right hand moved to rub the new bruised up her left shoulder which slightly stung on making contact with her fingertips, and her whole body ached so move but not compared to how it’d felt last night after he hit her.It took more effort than usual to get up as her weak legs made their way toward the door, casually twisting the doorknob.What lay ahead was the living room in its usual messy state. Whenever her uncle got home drunk, he turned the whole place upside down and got extra violent towards the innocent girl.It had already been over a year since she’d left high school and yet remained unable to get a simple job, and since the old man had given up on training her, she had no future plans to attend a university.Speaking of her uncle… He was an oversized man in his late fifties, who already had gray hairs lined across his temples and between other hairs.As usual, he always expected her to clean up after his drunken rampage which included breaking things, kicking over furniture, and simply leaving them like that because he didn't care. But if Arabella was to break even a single plate - she’d get hit!With furrowed brows, she dragged her feet towards the kitchen to take up a broom and dirt packer. Her tummy growled twice during the fifteen-minute cleaning session before she opened the front door, to dust out the rug.“Arabella!” Mrs Elizabeth the nearby neighborhood waved with a friendly smile from across the hallway. She had a handful of groceries in her hand and seemed to be struggling to find her key, Could you please come over here and help me get this?”Arabella nodded once before moving to help her take some load off her hands. Over the years, she could hardly remember much about her parents, but often wondered if they’d be as kind as Mrs Elizabeth if they never had that car accident.Would she be in a university by now surrounded by friends and loved ones?Maybe. Maybe not.She finally unlocked the door for both of them to go in, “Thanks a lot, dearie”.The lady smiled once again from under her spectacles. The old woman seemed to be around the same age as Mr. Grayson but their personalities were a sharp contrast.Arabella didn’t know much about the Mr Elizabeth either, but she had never really bothered to ask in case she also had a tragic story behind her predicament.“You’re welcome.” She turned to leave after dropping the bags on the kitchen island but the elderly woman stopped her by the shoulder.Arabella turned back to catch the sympathetic look on her face. She must have noticed the minor bruises up her shoulder as she’d not worn a sleeved dress after waking up.She watched the young girl’s eyes narrow defensively before gradually taking her hand away, “Why don’t you stay for breakfast?”.There was no reason to decline as there’d be nothing exciting to do after returning to her apartment. “Sure”.They ended up having a small chat - which mainly involved Mrs. Elizabeth inquiring about her well-being.But Arabella declined saying she was alright to avoid becoming a burden, and because she knew nothing could be done to help her situation.What if this woman before her turned out to be like her uncle? Nice at first then over time… changes completely?Her house was quite nice though, despite it being the same build as every other house on this floor, it somehow seemed bigger. The interior had a variety of antique collectibles and even a shelf full of knitting equipment, small carvings, and books.It had her wondering how she’d end up in the future. If she managed to live long enough at least.Would she still be alone…?Time seemed to go by faster when one spent it in the company of others, and when she finally looked up at the clock - it was, “Three O’clock already!”.Arabella jumped off the sofa in a daze.The elderly woman had been trying to teach her how to knit for the past half an hour, and had also narrated stories from the books she often read while doing so.“Thanks for today, but I have to go ma’am.” She bowed slightly before turning to leave.“Wait.” Mrs Elizabeth took her time to get up before searching through the contents of her purse. “Here.” She handed some dollar bills over to Arabella who had a questioning look in her eyes, “For spending time with this old woman today. Use that to buy some sweets.” She smiled.“Thanks a lot”. A genuine smile formed on Arabella’s lips.Her eyes lit up at the sight of the young girl who’d finally smiled. “You should smile more often, you’re such a pretty girl”.Her cheeks reddened at those words. ‘When last had she received such a compliment? She had almost forgotten what she even looked like’. She thought to herself, waving at the old woman before leaving through the front door.Regardless of how often Arabella was starved, or how slender she seemed - she was still curvy in the right places and on a good day, her face was a sight to behold.Unfortunately, she hardly ever had the opportunity to meet men, and those in high school had probably kept their distance due to how haggard she often looked with her ruffled hair and patched clothes.Those days could add up to her bad memories., and shaking her head she discarded the thoughts ruefully as she intended to focus on the chores she had ahead of her.She spent the next few hours scrubbing the floors and cleaning the whole house till the pungent smell of alcohol was gone.It was almost seven O’clock when she finally retired to take her shower for that day, and she still did it in a rush as she knew her tormentor would be back any moment and luckily enough - He finally returned when she’d already changed into something and was done bathing.“Arabella!”. His croaky voice called out, “Where are the foodstuff I bought? Did you eat them?”.She hurriedly rushed out to the kitchen to point out the right cupboard as he’d been obviously drunk, “It’s in the cupboard to your left”. At times she wondered why she even remained in this house of suffering…But a voice in her head always said, ‘Because you have nowhere else to go’.She ended up making a single dinner for him and while she was about to return to my room, he started a drunk ramble.“I’ve invested a lot of money in you, Arabella you know right?” He paused to gulp down half the bottle of beer beside his meal of potatoes and egg sauce, “Ahhh”. He let out a deep sigh and she’d never seen him look so pleased while being drunk.Was it just the cooking or had he finally won one of those gambling games?“Yes, thank you…. uncle.” The statement came out through clenched teeth, the words tasting bitter on her lips.He raised the bottle up in the air before nodding in pride, “Good girl, but now I have a way you can pay me back. And you don’t have to even work your ass off, my daughter.” He slapped his belly in joy, before dropping the bottle to make the last sentence.His daughter? What kind of sordid endearment was that? Arabella gulped waiting for what nonsense he might spout, the wheels in her heard already churning.“Arabella, Arabella…” He drawled, looking at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes, that made her shiver.“Yes uncle.”“I’ve found a guy to take you off my hands.”Arabella felt her body freeze up as though she’d not heard the words escape his lips properly. “Huh? What... what did you say?" Her voice was almost cracked into a whisper because depending on his answer, she was ready to throw a major tantrum. If truly she had an idea of what he was about to say, then there was going to be trouble she could already sense it.His face twisted into a grimace. "Are you suddenly deaf or something?" His unfocused eyes seemed to scan her down to her feet, “Someone is interested in taking you off my shoulders. I showed him a picture of you and he couldn't take his eyes off your perfect figure and pretty little face. Dare I say you caught a shine.” He laughed lewdly with a slight shrug, “Although he doesn't know how much of a pain you truly are. I didn’t tell him though, that’s up to him to find out.” He trailed off at the sight of the stern expression on her face - there was an intent to kill."If you wanna say something, go ahead and say it. I’m listening
Klaus’s fingers combed through his dark hair in a bid of frustration, while he tilted his head up to the night sky. There were barely any stars in the sky which felt nostalgic, compared to how it was back home.He’d been stuck at the port for over three hours already, supervising his goods in order to make sure none of them were stolen by the workers who’d been moving cargos all day. Although he could send someone else - he’d preferred to do it himself to ensure humans didn’t intrude, this rowdy business at all.His kind was too untrustworthy to put complete faith in, especially whilst moving the cathodes which contained special contents and loads of cash too.Their greed could cause them to loot a handful of goods in his absence, but his hearing was good enough to tell when any worker started moving off track.And he couldn’t send humans, to supervise demons as they could get aggressive towards the human ordering them around, and if the latter got a bit too curious and decide to tak
After running through the partial darkness for a while, Arabella stopped to catch her breath. She crouched over with both hands on her knees as she panted for air.That man… Although she couldn’t make out his face, his voice came off as though he’d been trying to seduce her, and that alone sent chills through her body. Anyways she vowed she wouldn’t see him again.He gave the vibe of a very dangerous and mysterious being, and that was all she needed to steer clear of the stranger she didn’t even see clearly. After being known as the ‘rag girl’ in high school, she’d grown accustomed to males speaking harshly to her.Her uncle Grayson was no exception to this too.Not just males to but the female students also made fun of her because she always looked like a mess, and if they ever caught her speaking with a boy… no matter the reason, they’d tease the guy till he began to hate her.Over time, she’d become quiet and withdrawn with the mindset that people were so trashy. When others atte
“Yes, close the gates.” The voice of a man called out close to the back of the van where Arabella was before opening it up and leaving.The screeching noise woke the young woman from her short-lived sleep. “Ugh…” She groaned lowly slightly opening her eyes to find light pouring in through the gaps in the wooden crate. The fact that she could fall asleep in such an uncomfortable position, just went to show how tired she’d been after days of barely any sleep and yawning, she lowered her face to think for a moment. She recalled being carried towards the ship, but then the vehicle moving sounded like they were on the road for a while, and then she had no idea when she had fallen asleep, but now she was wide awake and so she was curious to find out just exactly where she was.The noise from earlier seemed to have calmed down so it was probably okay to take a peek outside, but then she was was still in the crate, and worst-case scenario would be if they nailed the lid of the wooden box s
“A pleasant surprise, is it not?” Klaus arched a mused brow, watching as the girl struggled against the strong grip of the men holding her. He had to admit it.He wasn't used to surprises, hell! Nothing could ever take that element. But this one? The puny young female in front of him was different.Her audacity was enthralling, intriguing. She glared at him, hunger, anger, pain and fear, all ladened in two brown orbs.His dark eyes scanned her small lanky frame, her thin bones that he could snap in the blink of an eye and at the thought he growled ferociously. His men had brought her to her knees, yet there was a strong and stubborn resolve in her, a fire that would not be easily quenched."So, I was right after all, when I saw you earlier. You were lying." He allowed his voice to remain calm, even though he was currently raging inside. His demon was reacting to her in ways he did not expect, in ways he did not like or did he? Seeing her on her knees... it did something to him."I wa
The voices in Arabella’s head continued to scream at her. She was stuck at a crossroad, and she did not know what path she was going to take. What the hell had she just said? Agreeing to his words almost immediately. Damn but she was a fool!Rubbing her palms against her ragged clothes, her heart thumping in her chest, she looked down to the floor. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, but she made no effort to wipe them off. She allowed them run down her face until she tasted the drops at the top of her lower lip; salty and sour, just how she was feeling at that moment.Her heart squeezed in her chest until she could barely breathe. Scorching and burning drops of tears threatened to rush down her eyes, and even though she fought it with everything she had, she eventually gave up.There was one truth that she could not deny though; if he killed her, it will all be over. All of it. She and her memories - that is if there was anyone to remember her - would be gone with the wind.
Klaus strangely saw it all. He saw all the emotions he had intended to evoke in her. He saw her fear when she felt the cold metal barrel of the gun kiss the back of her skull.He saw her raw and unfiltered anger when he had pronounced her a slave. He saw her helplessness, her confusion, and by the devils he was loving every moment of it.Seeing her brown eyes sparkle with all those deep emotions, smelling the sorrow that emanated from her soul, the pain that showed in her eyes, the anger that burnt within her like a fiery flame, all of this fed his soul, and he knew it wasn’t supposed to be a think of joy, but he was a demon after all and only pain and dark things brightened his spirit.Every single thing she was going through now, brought joy to his heart.He had never felt such a manner of raw excitement from a girl as young as she was. She was stubborn, her spirit would be hard to tame, but he would love every moment of it.Just as he would love to peel the layer of innocence off h
Klaus raised his eyes and watched his slave stand still, her feet glued to the ground. She appeared to be in a state of discomfort, and taking note of the beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, he already knew she had something to say.He could see the words dance at the tip of her tongue, even though her lips were firmly shut, and heaving a sigh, he shook his head and arched a brow at her."Come here. Take a sit." He ordered, his voice echoing in the room, arresting the attention of all and sundry, including the woman in front of him and this time with his face dropped down, he made the statement without glancing up at her.Why the fuck had she even stood like a statue or something? He was becoming a big irritated. He had only invited her over for breakfast after all. He had seen her shiver when his gaze had borne into her back when his face had been lifted, and even then he could sense her fear.He heard the sound of her heart beating fast, while he caught sight of her weak and