Amber Reigns felt the train she was on stop and wondered what was going on and why the train had stopped. It was most unusual and she had a feeling something was very wrong. Then the doors into the carriage opened and a man with long dark curly hair was there. He was lean and muscular and very good looking. At the same time a woman appeared at the other end of the carriage. She smiled to reveal long sharp fangs and Amber froze in horror. She slowly turned back to the man and he too had fangs and his eyes were black. Amber heard screams as the two vampires, for that was what they were attacked. She went limp and played dead hoping they would ignore her. After what seemed like an eternity the screams stopped. Cautiously Amber opened one eye then the other only to find the man standing over her.

"I knew you weren't dead," he said.

He lunged towards her and sank his fangs into her throat and began to drink. Amber felt herself growing weaker as he drank until she passed out. When she woke she was in a stall and chained to the wall by a cuff on her wrist. Looking around she could see that her stall was one of many that lined the sides of a much larger room. There was a walkway along the rows of stalls and she could see people who were just as bewildered as her in the other stalls. What were she and the others doing there and what was going to happen to them. Finally two men entered the room and began walking along the walkway looking at the people in the stalls. One was short and dumpy with red hair and the other, was the man from the train, his lean muscular body now clad in a black leather jacket and tight black jeans. She felt herself growing hot just looking at him.

"Would you like one of these as your new slave Mitchell?" the short dumpy man asked.

Amber recoiled at the word slave. She knew what that meant and it horrified her. But at the same time she couldn't help but hope that Mitchell chose her. Mitchell continued to look at the people in the stalls and she saw his upper lip curl up in a sneer.

"Are you serious Herrick? These people aren't even worth my time," Mitchell sneered.

Then he reached Amber and looking into her stall his eyes came to rest on her. He looked her up and down and a slow smile crossed his face.

"But this one is different. I will have her as my blood slave," Mitchell said.

"What? You want her? There's nothing special about her," Herrick said.

"Herrick this is the one I've chosen. She is the one I want," Mitchell said.

"If you insist," Herrick said.

He turned and went back the way he came followed by Mitchell. After they had gone two women came and let Amber out of the stall she was in, removing the cuff from her wrist. They led her out of the room with the stalls and along some corridors to a room with a shower in it. As they entered that room Amber heard screams and wondered what was going on.

"You need to wash. You will be expected to be clean," the woman said.

Amber undressed and got in the shower letting the hot water go over her body. It relaxed her and she began to wonder if things would be as bad as she feared. She had been provided with some soap, shampoo and conditioner which she used. Once she was done she came out of the shower to find some towels which she used to dry off. Then the women returned.

"Good you're ready. We will take you to your new quarters after you've been checked by the doctor," one of them said.

"Do I get some clothes? I can't walk around like this?" Amber said.

"Slaves are naked. No exceptions," one of the women said.

Amber stared at them in confusion. Surely she wasn't expected to walk to Mitchell's room as she was. Everyone would be able to see everything and she didn't want that. The doctor came in and quickly checked her over. Then a black velvet collar was fastened around her neck and the women led Amber to the door. They made their way down one corridor after another and soon Amber began to realise she had no idea where she was going. One corridor looked the same as another. They passed other vampires and slaves and Amber noticed the other slaves were as naked as she was. She kept her eyes down as she didn't wish to see them and hoped they would do the same for her. Still a faint blush crept up her cheeks as she noticed the vampires gazing at her. Finally she and her escorts stopped at a door which they opened to reveal a dimly lit room with a four poster bed in one corner. They went inside and one of the women picked up a chain that was attached to the bed with a cuff at the other end. This was placed around Amber's wrist and then the women left. Amber let her eyes adjust to the dim light and looked around. The room was full of objects most covered in dust. The chain was long enough that she could walk comfortably around the room and she explored the room, discovering an ensuite behind a door in one wall. There were no mirrors in the bedroom or the ensuite and Amber knew that Mitchell being a vampire would have no reflection so had no need of mirrors. Her chain was long enough to enable her to use the ensuite. The whole bedroom had a gothic look to it and she could tell from the objects around her that Mitchell had lived there a long time. Amber began pulling on the chain deciding to see if she could get free and then escape. She found that the chain was very strong and she couldn't pull it away from the bed or from the cuff on her wrist. Nor could she undo the cuff so effectively she was a prisoner.

Fear coursed through Amber as she had no idea what Mitchell would expect of her. The very fact that she was naked aside from her collar made her wonder if slaves were used for pleasure. The very thought of that revolted her as she believed that sex should be kept for the sanctity of marriage. There was no way she would give pleasure to a man who was not her husband. She could not imagine being taken in such a way and the very idea of it was disturbing. She shivered her fear making her cold and got on the bed and curled up as there was nothing better to do. She had no idea of the time or even if it were day or night. Soon she was asleep and didn't wait until the door banged jolting her out of her sleep. Blinking she looked in the direction of the door and saw Mitchell standing framed in the doorway.

"Yes yes alright I'll be there. Now get lost," Mitchell barked to someone.

He then stepped inside his room and pulled the door closed behind him. Only then did he notice Amber curled on the bed looking at him curiously.

"Oh good you're here," Mitchell said.

"I don't know why I was chosen for this. I don't want this. Please let me go," Amber said.

"I bought you here because you are very beautiful and I didn't want to kill you on the train. I chose you to be my slave because I wanted to save you from a far worse fate. If I hadn't chosen you, you'd have been killed or given to one of the others. They would have used you as a human plaything, taking pleasure from you and making you pleasure them. It wouldn't have been nice for you." Mitchell said.

He reached out and gently caressed her cheek and Amber knew then that he was attracted to her as she was to him.

"I am sorry that you had to go through what you did after I chose you. Unfortunately it is the standard process," Mitchell said.

"Am… Am I allowed clothes or must I be naked all the time like the other slaves," Amber asked.

She had plucked up her courage as she'd sensed that Mitchell was genuine in his desire not to hurt her.

"I have a robe you may wear when you are in here which will be most of the time. But if I allow you to move around the house you will have to remove it or questions will be asked. I am sorry if that makes you uncomfortable," Mitchell said.

"It will suffice. I am not expecting you'll let me leave here very much," Amber said.

"You're right. Oh and if someone comes to visit me you'll have to lose the robe while they are in here with me. Again questions would be asked if you were wearing it," Mitchell said.

"If that happens may I get in the bed?" Amber asked.

"Yes that will work. Good idea," Mitchell said.

He smiled and Amber smiled back.

"What you said about slaves being play things and being used for and giving pleasure. That would be why we are kept naked right," Amber said.

"Yes you are right. Most masters don't see the need for their slaves to wear clothes. They would only be ruined anyway," Mitchell said.

Amber nodded.

"Tell me about yourself. I'd like to get to know my new slave, "Mitchell said.

He crossed to another door in the wall Amber hadn't noticed and opened it to reveal a closet full of clothes. There was a chest of draws next to it which Amber also hadn't noticed. Mitchell withdrew a long dark robe from the closet and tossed it on the bed. Amber gratefully pulled it on glad for the decency it gave her.

"I am Amber Reigns and I am 28. I was working as a hairdresser but I guess I won't be any longer unless you have use for a hairdresser here. My clients and workmates will wonder what has happened to me as will my family. I have a sister who is a few years older than me and my parents live in Leeds. I was a keen badminton player and also did some Scottish Country Dancing," Amber said.

"What music do you like?" Mitchell asked.

"Pop mostly. Backstreet Boys, Blue, groups like that," Amber said.

"I like the Doors myself and the Beetles, Hozier, The Drums and Nick Drake," Mitchell said.

"Nice I like some of the Doors music," Amber said, "Oh and I was a church goer," Amber said.

"Right that figures," Mitchell said.

"Will it bother you if I pray?" Amber asked.

"No don't pray around me. It doesn't agree with me," Mitchell said.

Amber guessed what he meant and nodded.

"I'll do it in my head will that work?" she asked.

"Yeah that will be fine. Just not out loud. I'm sorry," Mitchell said.

"It's fine. I can imagine what it would do to you," Amber said.

"It won't kill me it will just make me recoil. And don't you try it or I'll have to gag you," Mitchell said.

"I won't. I can see that you won't hurt me," Amber said.

Mitchell smiled and cupped her cheek in his hand.

"I've never met anyone quite like you. You're beautiful with a lovely personality to match. I'm just sorry you were on that train tonight and ended up in this mess," he said.

"Is there any chance you could let me go?" Amber asked.

"Unfortunately no as you now know about us. There would be too much risk of you telling the world about us. I will make sure you are well looked after. And as I said I won't hurt you. I want you to be my companion and someone I can drink blood from when I need to," Mitchell said.

"I think I can handle that," Amber said.

"I will do my best to be gentle when I need to drink your blood. And I hope to get to know you really well.

"I am John Mitchell but I go by Mitchell as you've already likely guessed. I am 117 years old as I was turned into what I am during World War One. I sacrificed myself to save the rest of my men after we encountered Herrick and some other vampires feeding on dying soldiers. I can still to this day remember my shock and horror at what I was seeing. I am Irish, hence my accent so I too was a church goer until I was turned. I couldn't of course keep going after that," Mitchell said.

"Do… do you have a girlfriend or a wife?" Amber asked.

"Who would want me? I'm a monster," Mitchell said.

"No you aren't you're kind and caring," Amber said.

"You wouldn't think that if you saw what I was like with my previous slaves. I used them for pleasure and made them pleasure me. I was cruel and brutal to them and didn't care an iota about how they felt," Mitchell said.

"I know you won't do that to me," Amber said.

"You're right I won't," Mitchell said.

"I'm glad you and not one of the others chose me for a slave," Amber said.

"And no I don't have a girlfriend or wife. There are female vampires here but they aren't interested in me and I'm not interested in them," Mitchell said.

"I bet you've said all the things you've said to me to the other women who have been your slave before me," Amber said.

"Actually they were pretty ordinary and meant nothing whatsoever to me," Mitchell said.

"So what makes me any different?" Amber asked.

"As I said before you're beautiful with a lovely personality to match. There is just something about you that makes you different to them," Mitchell said.

He smiled at Amber and brushed her cheek with his fingers.

"I am really looking forward to getting to know you very well and spending lots of time with you. We will be spending a lot of time together you and I," Mitchell said.

"So as your slave what I am I expected to do?" Amber said.

"Allow me to drink your blood when I'm hungry. I won't kill you but I may leave you pretty weak. Sometimes I may only drink a little and other times I might drink a lot. When I drink a little that is what we call snacking but when I drink a lot that is what we call feeding," Mitchell said.

"That makes sense. And you drink from us to avoid killing. Do all vampires have slaves?" Amber asked.

"No only vampires who are a certain level within the hierarchy of their coven. Each city and large town in a country will have a coven and some of the smaller towns may have a coven that covers all of those towns. This coven covers this city. The lower members of the coven have to go out and feed on people. So they will kill. We cover our tracks well though. Those of us who have slaves don't kill and we can practice controlling ourselves using our slaves and learn to feed without killing. Snacking will never kill but feeding can if the vampire who is feeding doesn't know when to stop. The lower ranked vampires will almost always kill when they feed as they haven't someone to practice on," Mitchell said.

"And do slaves eventually have to be replaced?" Amber asked.

"Yes as the constant feedings and snacks take a toll on the body. Eventually a slave will reach the point where he or she is no longer useful. When that happens their master will feed on them and kill them and their body is returned to their family with a cover story about how they died. Your family has been told that you are being looked after and are in good health. Which is true as I am taking good care of you," Mitchell said.

"I wish I knew what time it was," Amber said.

Mitchell checked the watch that he wore.

"It's 3am so we best be getting some sleep," he said.

Amber looked at him and at the bed.

"Sorry, slaves sleep in the same bed as their master or on the floor depending on the master's mood," Mitchell said.

"I can imagine," Amber said.

Mitchell got off the bed and stripped off his jacket, shirt, jeans and boxers and put on some black silk pyjama pants. Amber had turned her back to give him some privacy.

"You don't have to look away you know. I don't mind if you see me," Mitchell said.

"You are not my husband so it would not be appropriate to see you below the waist," Amber said.

"Well I've seen all of you so what is the difference," Mitchell said.

"That's why I asked if I could have some clothes. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to see me as I am not your wife," Amber said.

"Well if we ever get married I might have to have you go naked all the time," Mitchell said.

"You wouldn't," Amber said.

Mitchell winked and Amber knew he was kidding. She couldn't imagine being married to Mitchell as she still barely knew him. Mitchell got in the bed and gestured to Amber to join him. She looked reluctant and Mitchell scowled.

"It's either in the bed or you're on the floor and… I'd rather not do this… the robe comes off," Mitchell said.

Amber looked at him in disbelief. She'd freeze without the robe. So slowly, reluctantly she got in the bed.