Summary: I decided to start another story, I am not done with my previous one "All Because You Stole My Phone" I just needed to take a break from it. Please review and tell me what you think, hope you like it!
Annabelle is a pale, dark haired, green eyed 16 year old girl who was kidnapped by vampires from walking home from a party to be sold as a slave to a lucky buyer. There is something different about her but neither her or any one else knows what she is... "Possible related to Sookie..."
The smell of metal and dirt penetrated my nose. A bump jarred me throwing me up against something metal. I was guessing that I was in a car. Okay think quick, there has to be some kind of release to the trunk of the car. I slid my hands around the floor searching for a crack. My hand slid over something that felt like a latch, I yanked it as hard as I could. Nothing. I tried again but it wasn't working. Another bump threw me and a sharp pain sliced through my arm. I screamed and the car came to an abrupt stop. Music was faintly rocking the car. The trunk was thrust open and to pale, mean looking men were staring down upon me with lust and hungry.
"Maybe we should just keep her, I mean do you smell her, imagine how she tastes," One of them said his fangs popping out. I sucked in a sharp breath and tried to shift as far away from them as the car would allow me.
"No you know what Kyle said, 'bring a human, don't eat it we need the money,' so that's exactly what we are going to do," The other said. He held out his hand kindly and said, "come on sweetheart." I shook my head looking up at him with fearful eyes.
"I would listen to him girly," The shorter one said. I lifted my hands towards him and gasped in pain. More blood flowed from the gash on my arm. The one who called me sweetheart lost it, he yanked me out of the car and was about to sink his fangs into my neck, when, "Gentlemen I would advise you not to do that."
"Kyle." The short one said, bowing. The tall one dropped me and did the same. 'Kyle' walked over to me and examined my arm.
"Eh, this will make her smell better to the others, she'll get sold quicker," The words were cruel but spoken like velvet. He started to walk towards the door, and the tall one picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed and struggled, but he payed no mind, he just kept walking and said, "That's right darling, I love it when you struggle." I stopped immediately and he chuckled.
My back and head connected with the cold hard floor, and I heard gasps and hisses. I rubbed the back of my head and glanced around the room which was spinning slightly. Vampires every where I glanced, I started to panic, and I tried to get up but I slipped and fell back down. Chuckles erupted throughout the crowd. I gripped my hurt arm seeing that I was still bleeding I tried to cover up as much as could to hide it from the lustful/hungry stares. Finally managing to stand up I held my head up and tried to appear confident and powerful. A voice boomed, "She's quite a handful, but doesn't she just smell delicious, lets start the bidding at..." I blocked out the rest I really didn't want to hear how much I was being sold for. "SOLD! To the sheriff of Area...5, congratulations, Mr. Northman, I do not think you will be disappointed. I skimmed my eyes over the crowd trying to find this 'Northman' guy. They landed on a tall blonde man who was walking toward me. Every step that he took towards me I took one back. He looked annoyed and then he was gone, I continued backing up only to find myself pressed against something hard. I whirled around and gasped, he was there stroking my bleeding arm.
"Let's go get that fixed up," He purred. I allowed him to lead me outside, once there I took a deep gulp of air turned towards him and I kicked him as hard as I could in the place where the sun don't shine. He gasped and doubled over. I took this as an opportunity and fled towards the road. Barely making it five steps before he was in front of me, looking very angry.
"That was not nice at all, you will pay for that," He stand stepping towards me, I felt something that felt like cloth pressed against my mouth, my struggles soon slurred into sluggish movements. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was being throw over someones shoulder.
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