Part 13
Cassidy drifted in and out of consciousness for some time. She had no idea for how long. It could have been days. She felt herself being moving, but was far too weak to protest. Faces flashed above her, she was pretty sure one was Lavinia's. Why would Lavinia be there?
She opened her eyes, finding herself in a single bed in a tiny closet of a room. She sat up, touching her throat. It felt dry a sand paper. There was no water, no nothing but the bed she was in.
She didn't understand. What had happened? Diana had just stood and watched while her friend Paris grabbed her and drained her. She had tired to fight him off, but he had just been far too strong. She didn't know how to use her witch magic against him.
Next thing she knew...she was here. Cassidy tried the door. Footsteps. She pressed her ear against the door (which was of course locked) straining to hear the voices talking, odd as they were as clear as they were if they were in the room with her.
"How much *longer* are we going to have to wait? You promised me money, and I want to spend it!" Cassidy recognised Lavinia's petulant whine.
"I told you, at least a week for the change. And we have to make sure she's in decent condition before we sell her." The male voice was patient with hints of strain. Cassidy didn't recognise him. "We're going to have to get her something to feed on too. Unless you want her to eat you."
There was an explosive snort and rude words from Lavinia. Cassidy began pounding on the door. "Hey! Let me out of here!" she yelled.
The door opened and a hand shoved her back. She stared at darkly handsome boy. Cassidy groaned, struggling to get up.
"Ooops." Lavinia appeared behind him. "Did he hurt you?"
Cassidy didn't like the nasty smirk on her face. "Who the hell *is* he? What have you done to me?"
"His name is Rylan Dahmer. He's just made you a vampire."
"Well, we found you almost dead and came up with the idea of selling you as a slave."
Cassidy stared at Lavinia in disbelief. How could her own sister be so cruel? How could she even be related to such a cold hearted bitch?
"I know about the whole Night World thing. We're witches, Khardine and her Daybreak friends have been tracing out family history. We're already Night People, why make me a blood sucker?"
"Because you were nearly dead when we found you. You'll now be an *immortal* slave and we'll get millions!" Lavinia's eyes were glowing maliciously.
Rylan's arms went around her shoulders. "Isn't she vicious?" he grinned.
"Yeah, she's great," Cassidy hissed with loathing.
"We've already found a buyer," Rylan added casually. He and Lavinia turned and walked away slamming the door shut. Cassidy heard a key turn in the lock.
She sat back on the bed, still in shock. Sold as a *slave*? There were still *slave* *trades* in the Night World? She buried her face in the pathetically thin pillow, tears streaming down her cheeks.
^Orion, where are you? I need you so much^ she thought.
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Cassidy drifted in and out of consciousness for some time. She had no idea for how long. It could have been days. She felt herself being moving, but was far too weak to protest. Faces flashed above her, she was pretty sure one was Lavinia's. Why would Lavinia be there?
She opened her eyes, finding herself in a single bed in a tiny closet of a room. She sat up, touching her throat. It felt dry a sand paper. There was no water, no nothing but the bed she was in.
She didn't understand. What had happened? Diana had just stood and watched while her friend Paris grabbed her and drained her. She had tired to fight him off, but he had just been far too strong. She didn't know how to use her witch magic against him.
Next thing she knew...she was here. Cassidy tried the door. Footsteps. She pressed her ear against the door (which was of course locked) straining to hear the voices talking, odd as they were as clear as they were if they were in the room with her.
"How much *longer* are we going to have to wait? You promised me money, and I want to spend it!" Cassidy recognised Lavinia's petulant whine.
"I told you, at least a week for the change. And we have to make sure she's in decent condition before we sell her." The male voice was patient with hints of strain. Cassidy didn't recognise him. "We're going to have to get her something to feed on too. Unless you want her to eat you."
There was an explosive snort and rude words from Lavinia. Cassidy began pounding on the door. "Hey! Let me out of here!" she yelled.
The door opened and a hand shoved her back. She stared at darkly handsome boy. Cassidy groaned, struggling to get up.
"Ooops." Lavinia appeared behind him. "Did he hurt you?"
Cassidy didn't like the nasty smirk on her face. "Who the hell *is* he? What have you done to me?"
"His name is Rylan Dahmer. He's just made you a vampire."
"Well, we found you almost dead and came up with the idea of selling you as a slave."
Cassidy stared at Lavinia in disbelief. How could her own sister be so cruel? How could she even be related to such a cold hearted bitch?
"I know about the whole Night World thing. We're witches, Khardine and her Daybreak friends have been tracing out family history. We're already Night People, why make me a blood sucker?"
"Because you were nearly dead when we found you. You'll now be an *immortal* slave and we'll get millions!" Lavinia's eyes were glowing maliciously.
Rylan's arms went around her shoulders. "Isn't she vicious?" he grinned.
"Yeah, she's great," Cassidy hissed with loathing.
"We've already found a buyer," Rylan added casually. He and Lavinia turned and walked away slamming the door shut. Cassidy heard a key turn in the lock.
She sat back on the bed, still in shock. Sold as a *slave*? There were still *slave* *trades* in the Night World? She buried her face in the pathetically thin pillow, tears streaming down her cheeks.
^Orion, where are you? I need you so much^ she thought.
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