Dimtri looked at his monitors. "Her," he commanded, point at a girl with dark curls and chocolate eyes.
"Yes, Master," Shayla, one of the humans famed for luring victims into traps, whispered.
She stepped into the club and walked over to club. "Wanna meet the master of this cool place?"
The girl shrugged and followed Shayla. The moment she saw the bodyguards at the door, she stopped. "Never mind."
Shayla grabbed her arm. "Oh come on! It will be the best thing you ever do!" She started dragging the girl towards the door. She shoved the girl inside and slammed the door.
Dimtri stood. "What's your name?" He smiled and took the girl's wrist. "Don't be shy."
The girl finally whimpered, "Rose."
"What a beautiful name," he sighed. He pulled her to him and gently threw her on the couch. He revealed his fangs and Rose screamed. She tried to stand, but he held her down. She struggled under him. "What's the matter? Don't you want my bite?"
Rose cried, "No! Let me go! I didn't even want to be here! A friend forced me to come." Dimtri inhaled and let out a long sigh.
He pulled away. "This changes things. Shayla!" Shayla entered the room. "Take this one to my castle in Russia. I'll be there next week."
Shayla stared at him. "Master?! Why would you want to do that?" In an instant, Dimtri snapped her neck.
He turned and saw Rose's face. "Shush. Nobody challenges my authority. I'll have someone else take you to your new home." He knocked her out.
Rose woke up in a beautiful room. She was on a king sized bed with fluffy sheets. She sat up as the door opened. A young woman set a tray down and left. Rose jumped to her feet and tried the door, but it was locked. She stared at the tray and then knocked it to the floor. She curled up in the corner and her body shook with sobs. After a few hours, she stood and looked around. She opened the closet and saw every kind of clothing imaginable. She put on a t-shirt and jeans and then lay down on the floor.