Owned by the Vampire Heir
Cliff became my owner and conducted a fruitless attempt to raise me as a pet.
When you became a pet, you were owned by the vampire who selected you. Orphanages were a breeding operation, meant to raise us like cattle until a vampire deemed us worthy enough to become their property.
At twenty years old, I had never been selected by a vampire.
Vampires desired humans with blonde hair, blue eyes, and porcelain skin. Because of my appearance, I was the furthest from what vampires admired, and Mr. Cliff never let me forget it.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
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