I couldn't believe it.

My parents had sold me to a thousand year old vampire-scratch that, they sold me to a rotting corpse!

"He's not a rotting corpse," my father said from above me as he stared down at my diary which I happened to be writing in.

"The hell he's not, Dad," I snapped at him, shutting the book and glared at him. How dare he try to read my precious diary.

"Hey, you watch your mouth Belle Marie Deveraux," he warned. "You still live under my roof."

"Like it matters since I'm being sold off to a corpse. In case you haven't noticed, Dad, I don't have a necrophilia fetish!"

My dad chuckled at me then looked at me with a sad expression as he put away the leftover cake. "Believe I didn't want this life for you. You deserve so much more than what you got, but...at the time when I made that stupid deal which would haunt me for the rest of my entire life, things were bad for us. Your mother left us, she cleaned out the bank accounts even your college trust fund...Lillian died, and I couldn't take care of you."

I sighed heavily, remembering the days of starvation. My dad couldn't find a job at the time because he was laid off and the economy was bad. "You did the best you could."

"It wasn't enough. Then you got really sick, I thought I was going to lose you too. You were fifteen and had just turned sixteen, it was your birthday...they told me that you weren't going to wake up. Then he came in with an answer, but a price. He was like The Devil. Believe me I wanted to say no to him, but you were gonna die so I said yes to him."

"Who is he," I dared to ask. I wanted to be mad at my Dad, but I couldn't. He was just trying to save me, his only daughter.

"Eric Northman. Some big time vampire sheriff of Shreveport."

No, I don't blame my Dad, but I do blame Eric who took advantage of a desperate father praying for a way to save his little girl. I wonder why he did decide to enslave me. What did this corpse want with me?

I sighed heavily. "What's going to happen? It's not like you prepared me for this."

My Dad put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. "I don't know, sweetheart. I don't know."

I didn't tell my friends anything. In fact, I just told that I got accepted into some fancy college and will be going away for awhile.

I was told to wait in front of my home with my things, but I had a feeling that they would throw my things away. Would I become a vampire? A blood slave and wear some sort of Princess Leia costume from Star Wars?! Oh hell no! I will be covered from head to toe in a bunch of robes if I have to. I'll look like a monk if need be!

I still can't believe that this is happening to me! This kind of shit only happens in those crappie romance novels…and on TV, but hey that's good television and it probably makes those business cogs billions. Maybe after I get out of this, I should go into show business.

I stuck my suitcase on the ground and sat on it like a little kid waiting for her parent who happened to be late. I smiled at the thought. My Dad always tried to be on time, but sometimes he was always a little late. I loved him though...I don't know if I love him right in this very moment as I see a sleek black car pull up in front of me. I didn't know what kind of car it was since I don't know much about cars, but you could tell that it was a really expensive one.

I should destroy all of his cars when I get the chance! Yeah! That'll teach that creeping perverted corpse from messing with me! He'll rue the day he ever met me, Belle-

"Hey! Are you gonna get in the car or are you just going to keep yelling that you're gonna destroy some corpse?" The driver asked impatiently from the car.

I frowned at him. Oh crap! Was I speaking aloud this whole time?! Gotta keep my thoughts and speaking thing in check. God only blows what will happen if I keep running my mouth at people.

"Fine," I grumbled. "But hypothetically speaking here, what if I were to run away? What would happen?"

"Oh sweetheart, you don't wanna know what the boss will do to you," he warned.

I shrugged. "Eh."

I stepped into the car, thinking that I was completely screwed here. I should've fought this harder yet here I am sitting in the back of the car.

I leaned my forehead against the window, feeling sick and disappointed in myself for not trying hard enough to fight them. My Dad looked sad when I left and what really hurt was that he didn't even say he was he was sorry in the end. Yeah, he said that he regretted everything that happened, but not once did he say that he was sorry. A part of me wants to forgive him, but another part doesn't want to forgive, she wants to get payback for what happened.

Today is my birthday...today I turned eighteen. I dreamed of this day, the day where I would get to be free and go to college. Believe the irony is not lost on me, I have no freedom- I never did actually now that I think about it. God, this completely sucks ass!

"How long does it take to get there?"

"Not long," the driver responded. "Boss is at the club."

"What club?"

Oh, jeez, this guy owns a club too! I'm really confused now...what does this guy want with me anyways?

Not long after, did we pull up to a club with bright red letters that read, Fangtasia.

The driver got out and opened my door. I was hesitant as I stepped out of the car. There was a lot of people there, waiting in line. God, these people actually want to go inside of there. They were dressed up in leather and very revealing clothing that made me shudder in disgust.

I held my suitcase tight to my chest as I walked behind the driver towards the nightclub. I tried not to look at any of them, but it was hard not to. I kept my head down and quickly walked faster to keep up with the driver who took very long strides.

The blonde woman at the door looked curiously at me as we walked past her. Once we entered the nightclub, it was stepping into Wonderland. It was a strange place to be in and to look around as well. It was dark and smelled of sweat and sex. People were grinding against each other, drinking more than their fill, blood and alcohol.

It felt as if time had frozen when I saw a blonde man sitting on some kind of makeshift throne. I stopped walking and I watched as the driver walked ahead of me and towards the blonde man. He bent down and whispered something in his ear. I looked around and saw the door. I moved towards the door, trying to blend in with the crowd.

I looked behind and saw that their attention wasn't on me. I hurried quickly to the door, squeezing through the crowd of people. I was close, so close that my throat felt dry and my heart pounded in my chest. I was just nearing the door when a gust of wind flew by me and a muscular chest was in my eyesight. I slowly looked up and saw that it was the same blonde man who was sitting on the throne earlier. I looked into a pair of eyes that were so blue I couldn't even tell what he was thinking about.

It was all really mysterious to me.

"Hello, Miss Deveraux."

I gulped nervously and said the first thing that came into my mind, "God, you're so creepy."

TBC…

So I hope you guys liked what I've done with this story now. I redid that entire thing so I really, really hope you like what I've got in store with this story and the characters. I hoped you liked this chapter.

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