It happened so fast. One minute I was lying in bed doing my homework. Next thing I knew I felt a sharp pain in my neck and than blood. The red gooey substance fell from my neck as I held the burning feeling. I tried to comprehend what just happened, but couldn't do anything. I sat on my bed trying to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding. That's when I noticed him.

He was tall, pale, handsome, somewhere in his early twenties or late teens. Bright green eyes gazed into my chocolate ones, and I shivered. He had short black hair with a green Mohawk to top it off. He wore a black t-shirt with some blue jeans. In the middle of his shirt was a skull.

"Death…" I whispered quietly. He smirked and shook his head. He picked me up, kissed my forehead and than we were gone. I didn't know who he was, but I felt amazing. I think we ran over water, and jumped through trees, and the whole time I kept looking into his BRIGHT green eyes. But I felt my energy slip away, and before I knew it my eyes had fluttered closed, and the last thing I felt were his lips on my forehead, and his voice saying…

"Sweet dreams, Princess."

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When I woke up, I no longer felt… normal. I felt cold, and I suddenly wanted warmth. I sat up, my eyes looking for an explanation. I was surrounded by sheets of red silk. I looked down only to see myself dressed in some… thing. It was a strapless red dress with black hems at the bottom and top. I realized something was at my neck and I tugged at it, but than my neck started burning. I hissed and held onto my neck. Wait, did I just hiss?

"Excuse me…" said a quiet voice. I jumped out of my skin and whipped around. I saw a tall skinny girl with two pink pearls holding up two small black pigtails. She had light but yet tan skin.

"I'm Katie, are you the new mate?"

Mate? What did she mean by mate?

"Everyone! The masters are coming!" another voice. Soon flashes of figures ran around me and than… A whole bunch of girls dressed in the same outfit appeared standing in a straight line.

Where am I? Have I been traded as a slave? Where did these girls come from? What MASTERS?

All the 'masters', I presume, each came in wearing a black tux with a red tie. The fattest one, who had blonde hair and a loud obnoxious voice, called out, "IZZY!"

A small girl with long orange curly hair and green eyes quickly went up to him. "Yes, master Owen?"

But… he's so… fat… and she's so… skinny!

A muscular dark man walked up to this girl who could really use a brow trim. The girl had a unibrow the size of America, a mole underneath her eye, two gold hoop earrings, and black hair with a blue tint in it.

"My Dearest Eva," he said, he held out a rose. What she did next surprised me.

She set the rose on fire and glared, "DJ."

A guy walked up to this girl with glasses and braces. He looked higher than heaven and wore an ugly hat on top of his head. I felt sorry for the poor girl.

His name was Ezekial. And her name was Beth.

A buff cowboy looking guy with blonde hair and a weird hat on walked up to this blonde who had her hair pulled back. Her collar had a surf board on it and she hugged him tight, "Geoff!" He murmured the name Bridgette.

The door slammed open and there stood a guy with a chef hat, he was dark and he looked around the room as he called for the name Sadie. (This is the young version of Chef. So he's not a pedophile or nothing.)

A chubby girl walked out wearing the exact same thing as Katie. He grabbed her by the wrist and started talking to her.

I saw a couple of others, A boy named Alejandro and Heather, Trent and Gwen, Cody and Sierra, Harold and Lashawna, Tyler and Lindsay, and Katie and Noah.

I looked around, thank goodness there wasn't one for me.

"Courtney…" I turned to look for that deep husky voice that called out my name. I came face to face with a man. He had green eyes, black hair and a green Mohawk to top it off. His outfit. I remember now. He's the one that took me.

"I am Duncan, your master."

I growled, he dare call me his master?

"YOU are nothing to me but the dirt under my shoe!" I put my hands on my hips and I saw him smirk. Digusting. All his friends oohed and burned him.

"Fiesty," He pulled me close, "This ones definitely a keeper." He looked at Trent with a boring look. "Bring me Gwen, now."

Trent smirked and pulled along an upset Goth that was struggling. She was screaming, "No! He's mine! This is mine!"

Duncan touched the collar and Gwen let a tear fall as he ripped it off. He took the one off my neck which didn't hurt anymore, and applied the one that Gwen used to wear. It was black with a skull in the middle. I looked up at Duncan and he smiled. Trent took his own collar, which was black with a hand on it, and placed it around Gwen's neck. She turned to yell at him but his eyes suddenly turned red. She stopped and her hands went to her neck , holding it. She blushed, trying to calm herself. I noticed her inch closer to Trent and bite her lip back.

I gasped, these must be hormone controlling collars! So that's how they wanna play huh? How dirty. I glared at Duncan, he smirked and leaned down.

"When I do that to you, it won't be here in public."

He is a disgusting pig! How dare he think that he owns me simply because of a collar!

He takes my hand and leads me away from everyone else, and I can feel everyone looking at me. I turn around, and theres nothing but sadness in everyone's eyes. Everyone except Gwen who continued to glare at me. Did everyone pity me? For what exactly?

Duncan brought me into a room, which I assumed was his. Black wall paper with skulls covered it, loud rock music played, and it was clean. In one swift motion he had me on the bed, his mouth lingering over my neck, he glanced at me. Sweat dripped down my forehead, my eyes widened. His eyes turned red and my neck burned and I gasped as something sharp once again hit my neck. I could feel his tongue gliding across my neck, licking it softly. My eyes brimmed with tears and they reached up to grab his Mohawk. I could feel myself fighting back that blush but I felt my body weaken. I looked down, blood, more blood. I giggled softly and looked back up to see Duncan's normal green eyes, his mouth covered in blood. I stopped my giggling. I cant believe I was so stupid. Of course I'm not a slave. I'm a mate, and I'm fixing to be a vampire. Just like Duncan.