Fanfiction inspired by Richelle Mead's Bloodlines Series

WARNING: Mature Content. For 18 years of age and up.

Fix You

by LilibetIvashkov

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Not the pictures. Not the characters. Not Bloodlines. I only came up with this story line.

Author's Note: Just a friendly reminder that I am still writing Flame in the Darkness as well. I haven't given up on that or anything, but I had this idea and wanted to start writing it. I really hope you like it

Chapter One

SPOV

I don't know which is worse, the fact that I'm an addict or the fact that I'm a whore. This life wasn't one I chose for myself, it was the one given to me. Well, more like forced on me. I hate that I'm like this. I hate that I love the high I get from being bitten by a vampire, but it's the best thing I've ever felt in my entire life. It's like this release, this freeing, magical, electric feeling that I can't get enough of. The only times I feel good, the only times I can forget about what I am, is when a Moroi vampire bites me. Ironic seeing as it's the exact thing that makes me feel bad too. That and the sex.

The high I get from the bites is the only thing that gets me through the sex. I love the bites and I hate the sex. It's the consequence to my addiction though, so I guess I deserve it. While my addiction makes me feel pathetic, having sex with strangers makes me feel worse. Cheap, dirty, used. Nothing but an object for their enjoyment.

It's confusing in a way. How one thing can make you feels so good one moment and then completely awful the next. I'd like to think that if I could escape this life that I would stop this dirty obsession, this addiction. But in all honesty, whether you choose to do this or are forced into it, I don't think there is any escaping being a bloodwhore. I believe once a bloodwhore, always a bloodwhore. At least that's what Master Abe Mazur has told me since the day he bought me.

I was young; only five years old when my father sold me to Master Abe. I don't know why he did it. I can't remember much about my family except that I had an older sister and there was a baby too only I can't remember if it was a baby boy or girl. I don't know what happened to them. Maybe they were sold too or maybe it was just me. If it was just me I don't know why. I try not to think about my family because it only makes me upset.

Master Abe didn't start selling me to other Moroi right away. The first few years were all about teaching me manners and what was expected of me. The most important thing he taught me was to always do what a client asks me to do, no matter what. He taught me how to read a client; how to understand what type of bloodwhore they wanted. Sometimes shy and sweet, sometimes loud and bubbly and other times naughty and foul mouthed. He taught me to be the perfect actress, the ultimate manipulator and one of his best bloodwhores.

When I was ten he started to sell me for feedings only. I was terrified at first, but it didn't take me long to become addicted. I remained a virgin until my thirteenth birthday. That was the day I officially became a bloodwhore. It was also the worst day of my life. I didn't know what sex even was and all Master Abe told me was that, "this will be different than what you've been doing Slave. Don't forget to please your client." He had nicknames for all of us girls and mine was Slave. The Moroi was a man who was probably in his late twenties or early thirties. He was attractive with blonde hair and blue eyes, and he was nice. At least that's what I thought at first.

Usually the Moroi came to feed from me at the mansion where Master Abe kept me and the other girls (there weren't very many of us, but I heard he had others in other states and other countries) but that night the Moroi man took me to a hotel. He kept saying how pretty I was and that he couldn't wait. I thought he was just talking about feeding from me, but I was wrong.

He threw me on the bed the second I walked into the room and started undressing us both while I stayed completely still, quiet and terrified. And even though all I wanted to do was make him stop I knew I couldn't because it would mean punishment from Master Abe and possibly the Moroi man as well. He wasn't gentle either. He groped me and squeezed me hard and then all of a sudden something large and hard stabbed into me. I didn't know what it was or what was happening at the time but I cried out in pain, but then he bit me and the high took control. That's how I officially became a bloodwhore and I've been one for five years now.

I've gotten good at shutting off the part of myself that cares about what happens to me and how I feel. At least when I'm working or with Master Abe. And somehow those times are easier than when I'm alone because I can keep my mind busy with what's happening as opposed to what I'm actually feeling. But at night, which is really the daytime for humans, that's when I fall apart. That's when it all catches up to me and I break.

Tonight the Moroi Queen, Vasilisa Dragomir, was having a birthday party and everyone at Court was invited. For me and the other girls this meant work and getting our next fix. What I liked about big events like this was that I could get high multiple times. Unfortunately that also means multiple sex partners in one night.

The girls and I all shared a large room in the basement. I'm pretty sure the work that Master Abe had us doing was illegal but seeing as we weren't allowed to watch television and I didn't know how to read, I couldn't be sure. Our bedroom was nice though. We all had our own big beds with curtains that could enclose them and dark red drapes covered the walls. I knew this was for our clients comfort more than ours. It wasn't uncommon for them to come here, especially if they were married.

Most of the girls' favorite part of our bedroom was the dressing room. It was a giant closet with tons of clothing and lingerie and vanities with all the makeup and hair products you could imagine. I'll admit that I liked this room too. It's the place I go to become someone else. When I leave the dressing room, I leave Sydney Sage there and Candi emerges.

I put my long dark blonde hair into big hot rollers and applied my makeup. I decided to go for ultra sexy and dark tonight to guarantee a lot of clients. I had to try to make them want to return to me again and become regulars to keep Master Abe happy. While I waited for the rollers to set and cool I got dressed. I put on a black see through lace corset and thigh high stockings with lace trim. I decided to skip the panties so I could get through clients faster. As Julia always says, time is money. Not that we get to keep any of that money; it all goes to Master Abe.

I decide on a short, tight, deep red dress for the party. It didn't have any straps or ties or zippers so it was perfect for tonight. The dress would be able to come off and on quickly and easily. As soon as the rollers were cool I took them out and adjusted my hair so my bite marks and bruises weren't visible. Some of the girls liked to show off their marks thinking they'd get approached quicker, but I preferred to be more mysterious. Okay that's a lie. Truth was I didn't like being looked down upon for what I do.

The Moroi and damphir's don't know that I didn't choose this…occupation. They don't know the difference between me and the girls I live with versus the random bloodwhores who work on their own and for themselves. But the girls here are all like me; Master Abe owns us and we don't get to choose anything for ourselves.