The Auction

Tatina POVYesterday I was taken from my home. Today I am here being pampered and primped to be the most beautiful creature I can be. I have never had my hair dyed and curled. I have never had my nails done. I have never been to a spa. Yet here I am today getting pampered. Who knows what hell awaits me. I have heard horror stories about the auction. I have about the things that happen to the people who end up here. Here I am with others just waiting to be auctioned out to the highest bidder. It is not fair. I should not have to be here. My father was an idiot. He could not stop gambling. He lost everything playing poker with the vampire authority elite. Now I have to pay for his crimes. I have to be here to cover his debts. I should be getting married or going to college but no the vampire authorities plucked me out of my home on my 21st birthday and drug me here. Here to this hell to be auctioned off to some sicko. Maybe I will get l

I walk into the waiting area. All of these people. Well, at least there is food. I wish I could put on something more comfortable. This ridiculous costume they put me. I get it they want to make money off of money but if someone is looking for a maid why would she need to look like this. I scan the room looking for a place to sit and wait. "Hey, hybrid! Come here," Horace screamed. I turn around to make sure he is talking to me. Of course, he is. I am the only hybrid here tonight. I smile politely. "Coming sir," I say in my sweetest voice. I walk up to him and smile. He grabs my arm. "Time for your shot," he says. He pulls me into the hall. Oh No, I have to stay with the group. "I can wait here while you go get it," I say. He keeps pulling me harder into the hall. "Come with me," he yells at me. I comply. I do not want to make him mad. I just have to survive

Arriving in New Orleans to start my new adventure I have no idea exactly how I should feel. As we drive across the bridge into the city I feel so many different emotions. The bridge we are crossing is huge. It is like nothing I have ever seen before. As we cross into the city I feel this feeling. The feeling that maybe I belong here. I have not been here before and I am not sure why I feel this way, but I almost feel as if maybe I am glowing as we drive into New Orleans. I knock on the glass separating me and the driver, "Sir, May I ask how much further," I ask. He rolls down the divider. "We are almost there. Traffic might hold us up some but we should be at the mansion soon," he responds. "Thank you," I reply. I sit back in my seat as he rolls the glass back up. Not very friendly but I have enjoyed the quiet ride. I have not even been that nervous. Honestly, this overwhelming feeling of belonging i

Tatina POV Lila walks quickly as we jet down to the seafood bar. I wonder why she is acting so strange. Probably nothing. I have lived my life being around people acting strange. She seems to care about me and everything going on with me. I am probably just I don't know being ridiculous. We walk up to a bar at the end of Bourbon Street. This has been the longest walk ever. Maybe it has not. Maybe I am being dramatic. I am tired and extremely hungry. We arrive at the seafood bar and it is all blacked out. The windows are black and there is no sign. Lila doesn't seem bothered by it. But for me, I find it somewhat disturbing about all of this. It seems off to me. Of course, I have never been here before so maybe this is perfectly normal. "Lila, I do not mean to sound ungrateful, but why is well why this place is all well you know ....it is blacked out. And to be honest it is giving me the creeps." I ask. I am trying to be a

Tatina POV Dinner with Lila was ridiculous. It just made me uneasy. She seemed preoccupied with something else. Maybe I am worrying too much. It just feels strange. And the vampire she spoke with at the restaurant. Something about all of that did not sit right with me. I will not make the mistake of questioning her again. I get to meet Mr. Craig tonight. I will freshen up before he gets here and maybe change clothes. I am not sure what I should wear or say or look like or how to be. I could just try calming down a little and be myself. I am sure everything will be fine. I am just not sure about Lila. The best thing for me to do is keep my mouth shut and listen. Someone is knocking on my door. "Come in," I say. "Mr. Craig is home early and waiting for you in the study," she says. I have no idea who she is. She is very small. She is even smaller than me and looks very pregnant. "Th