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CHAPTER 1: Who The Hell Are You?!

RPOV

I was walking in the streets of Montana. Starving to fucking death and trying to find a decent garbage can that holds food without mold and dead flies. Starvation can be the least of your worries if you're a homeless Dhampir living in Montana though. If you are a homeless Dhampir, you could be found by Moroi and sold off to the rich Dhampirs, or Moroi.

My name is Rose Hathaway, and I am a homeless Dhampir trying to survive. My mother Janine Hathaway was also homeless, before she was found and sold off to a man named Abe. She only lasted a year, before she died from serious injuries such as a blow to the head. All from the man that bought her. I was only 7 when she was taken away from me.

Now, you're probably thinking 'he's probably in jail for what he did'. No. Rich Moroi and Dhampirs can do what ever they want with their 'slaves'. I heard that he bought 2 new slaves 1 hour after my mother was confirmed dead. What made him do it, I don't know, but I swore if I ever face him I would kill that basterd the same way he did my mother. And that was a Hathaway promise, and when us Hathaways make a promise we keep it.

I was in a dark alley way looking through the garbage, when I heard a car pull up. I lifted my head to the right and was blinded by the lights that were still on. After about 2 minutes, the lights turned off, and I could see the car perfectly. I think it was a black Dodge Journey, and it almost looked brand-new. Then realization hit me.

It was a car owned by Moroi.

Panic started to run through me, and a ran to my left ready to jump over the gate, when I felt arms around my waist. I started kicking and screaming praying that a human would hear. I knew humans couldn't fight off Moroi, but we still couldn't let any humans know about our world. As I was kicking and screaming, the Moroi put his hand over my mouth and said "would you shut the fuck up!?" I tried to say 'fuck you', but it came out as a "fum yo".

The Moroi just laughed and that just fueled my fire, so I bit him. The Moroi screamed in agony and let me go to cradle his hand. I could tast his blood in my mouth, and I wanted nothing more than to just spit it out, but I just ran to that gate. I was almost at the top when I felt a hand grab my ankle and pull me down. I fell on my back with a loud 'thud' and I cried out in pain. My voice was cut off along with my air. The Moroi's hands were around my neck, and I could feel bruises starting to appear.

I started to see black and the last thing I heard was an "I'm sorry" whispered in my ear.

DPOV

I was getting impatient. I fucking wanted to see my new sex slave! I haven't gotten laid in a week and I've been stressed as hell, and the only thing that can relieve me of stress for 5 minutes is sex. And after those 5 minutes the stress would come back, and I would fuck again.

That's how I lost my last sex slave. She couldn't handle me, and I... broke my new toy. I think her name was...Tasha. I've had the same problem with 10 other slaves in this past month. I just hope this next one can handle me. I don't feel like spending another 20 grand on a slave that can only last 5 rounds with me.

I was pulled out my thoughts by my good friend Mason. "Dimitri, your new 'toy' has arrived." Only my friends could call me Dimitri. Others call me , or the slaves would call me master. "And let me tell you, she's a looker." I stood from the side of my bed and walked down to the cellar. There, chained to the brick wall was a very beautiful girl. Can't be more than 17. Yeah, she won't last the night. She had long bronze hair with natural curles, and an hour glass figure. She opened her eyes and jumped at the sight of me. That brought a smirk to my face, but the words that came out of her mouth made my smirk go away.

RPOV

I felt groggy as I opened my eyes to find myself in a cold room in chains around my leg. When I looked up, I was looking at a God. I jumped at the sight of him. He had long brown shoulder length hair and dark bark brown eyes. He had a smirk on his face that pissed me off, so I said the only thing on my mind.

"Who the hell are you!?"

I regret saying that because when his smile dropped, the back of his hand collided with my cheek. And it stung like fuck!

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