I don't really know where this is going, so I'm definitely open to suggestions.
Chapter 1: Auction
I squirm in my seat nervously. This is my 23rd time on the auction since I've been kidnapped by vampires when I was ten. But that was seven years ago.
At the auction, I will be sold to the highest vampire bidder so they can feed on me— and feed on me only—for as long as they please.
"You ready?" a smooth voice questions.
Ah…no.
I nod.
He motions for me to follow and I do, out and onto the auction block where I stand.
I watch all the others get sold off first, and then, finally, it is my turn.
"Isabella Swan has been here seven years. She is now seventeen. This is her 23rd time on the auction," the man says. "I'll start the bidding with 30,000."
"40,000!"
"50,000!"
"200,000!"
Wow, that's high. Not the highest anyone has ever bought me for, but still high.
"300,000!"
"400,000!"
"1,000,000!" a velvety voice calls out.
What?
Now that's the most anyone has bought me for.
"Sold!" the man announces.
Murmurs and growls travel throughout the crowd of vampires.
The man appears in front of me. "Edward Cullen bought you. I've never seen him around my auction block, so… good luck…"
I wait, rather impatiently, for my new owner.
I hate that. After seven years, I still hate that word. And the words bought, sold, bid… pretty much anything having to do with this whole mess of things.
"Hello Isabella," the man with the velvety voice, Edward Cullen, I am assuming, stands in front of me.
I attempt to shrink back into the wall behind me, which does absolutely nothing for me.
"Let's go," he orders.
I stand quickly and follow him.
"Hurry!" he barks, though he is only a few feet in front of me.
"I'm not a vampire," I mutter.
Edward twirls around and slaps me, causing me to fall to the ground. "You will not talk back to me! Only speak if I am asking you a question! Understood?"
"Y-yes," I stutter, cupping my cheek.
"Then let's go."
I scramble to my feet and nearly am running to keep up with him.
He orders me to get into his car, a silver Volvo, and I oblige.
"When we arrive at home I will have you eat. Afterwards, I will feed from you."
I say nothing, surprised he's not simply feeding from me now like others have.
"Answer me Isabella!" he shouts.
"But you weren't asking me anything," I am stupid enough to say.
Edward looks at me, silent for a long moment. Finally, he speaks. "I will let you off this one last time. But you will answer me, always, and end with 'master'."
I've only had one other owner of mine that made me end each of my sentences with 'master'. James.
"Yes, master," I say quietly.
"Good job, Isabella," he praises.
And so here's my new owner.
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