Chapter Two "The truth…"
When she awoke, she didn't open her eyes at first. While her eyes were still closed, she tried to tell herself it was just a dream.
"It was just a dream, I didn't see anyone, none of it happened. I'll wake up and mom will be just down stairs making breakfast, her death was just a dream...a dreadful dr-" Her thoughts were cut short, as she opened her eyes, and found she was inside of a room that she had never seen before. At first thought, she thought she was in some sort of void, black with white swirls.
But then after a moment, her eyes adjusted to the dark, and she seen a candle burning dim, hardly giving off any light. There was also a large dresser, and two doors. One is the closet, and one a way out, she thought, letting her now yellow eyes wonder about the room, searching for anything that might give her an idea of where she was.
Suddenly as though all of the fear have gone it had some back in a rush, as she heard loud foot steps, coming closer and closer to the door to her left. She heard someone playing with keys, as she tried to make her self go small and disappear into the black silk sheets around her- she blinked her eyes, and looked down at her bare skin, and her cuts sealed, only a scar showing.
A scream almost escaped her lips as her head came back up, and saw a man come in. His dark blonde hair fell into his eyes, as he looked over at Sara and muttered to himself "I guess this is the one Devon has fallen for…"
She looked at him for a minute, and then finally said "W...where am I?"
He didn't say anything, just nodded his head to himself and then walked over to the candle, tipped it a bit and let the wax run down to the little plate it sat on. Then when the candle light let him see, he started to go though the dresser, looking at the clothes inside it.
Finally he picked out a pair, and sat them down beside her, still not saying a word. Then he gestured to the clothing, and said "put those on."
She blinked your eyes, face showing no emotion she felt inside and replied as calmly as she could manage, "where am I?"
"You're in Master Micheal's house"
"Why am I here? And who is 'Master Micheal'?"
"You will find out soon enough. If you would rather put on those clothes" he gestured to the clothing, "than go naked, with only a sheet to cover you, then hurry up and put them on."
"Can you leave?" she asked, her voice starting to almost shake.
He nodded his head, and walked back to the hall he had come from, while she put on the black corset top, and black low jeans. When she was done, she looked around the room, and saw a body mirror, that only cut off the bottom of her legs.
She stood there is shock, as she looked at a stranger in the mirror. The person had long black hair, and yellow eyes, like hers, but she couldn't ever remember having a flawless body, wide hips, and upright breasts, that just sat there, calling for attention, then suddenly she seen two puncture marks in her neck, and brought her hand up to her neck, and whispered to herself, "this has to be a dream..."
She eyes were ripped from the image, as she heard the door open again, and the same man walked into the room.
"I see you've noticed what my deer brother has done to you…"
She just stood there, staring at the man, and finally said "Who's your brother?"
"My brother is Devon, but he didn't fallow the rules of Master Micheal, and now you are going to see the Master."
"Why?" She said, voice little more then a squeak.
"Come on, let's go."
He grabbed her arm, and dragged her out the door, and down the hall. His nails dug into Sara's wrist, as she looked around and seen a group of people, mostly male, and then a boy in the corner, with midnight black hair, and as he looked up, you seen he had yellow eyes, almost white.
Her eyes left him, as she was then pulled up a long stair case. She felt herself tire once she got to about the middle, still weak from blood loss. The mans nails dug deeper, when he felt her slow down, bring blood to the surface.
When they got to the top, he brought her to a stop, and began to knock on a large wooden door, and Sara heard a faint reply, "Come in..."
The man opened the door, and pushed Sara in.
There was a large bed, with black sheets, and a large black couch and two black recliners, but there was no one in the room. Next she saw a door open with steam coming out of it. He must be in there, she thought.
"Leave her in here, and you can go Chris" yelled a man, from the steaming room. The man, Chris, nodded his head, and walked out of the room, leaving her standing there shivering, despite the hot steam that surrounded her.
A few minutes later, a man, whom Sara guessed was "Master Micheal" walked out of the steaming room, and into the room she was in, in just a towel, his fire red hair falling well past his shoulders. He turned his head to look her up and down, and then up to her face, his ocean blue eyes seeming to go right through her.
She blinked her eyes, and turned around to face the wooden door.
"Turn back around, I need to talk to you" said the guy in the towel.
She turned back around and said "who are you?"
"I am Master Micheal, and you WILL call me that, ok?"
"Why am I here?" She replied, ignoring his question.
"Why have you been brought to my house, or why have you been brought to my room? And you will address me as Master in this house!" he yelled, and sat down on the couch, still in his towel, gesturing to the seat beside him.
She thought of going to sit beside him as far away as possible, and then noticed again the recliners, and sat in the one farthest away from him.
He sighed, and then said, as though this was all tiring him out, even though he had to be in his late to early twenties, "You have been brought to my home, because I chose you when you were born. And you have been brought to my room because I wanted to talk to you."
She blinked her eyes a few times, still trying to get use to the lack of light through out the house and then questioned "Choose me when I was born? What do you mean?"
He sighed again, and then said "I chose you when you were born; I met your mother when she was impregnated with you, and we became good friends, more then friends, in fact she and your brother live here now." He paused, and then a few seconds later "Your mother and I made a choice to part until you grew up, and then she would come and live with me for eternity, and you would then be turned into my immortal daughter but-"
She cut him off and said "Your Immortal daughter? What in hell are you talking about?"
"Just wait, until you hear the rest" He paused again, and waited for her to nod, and then went on "the plan we had was that you would become my immortal daughter, BUT then your mother almost died, and same with your brother Josh. So I had to turn them then, and not now, even though I was not going to turn your brother in the beginning of the plan, because as you most likely seen down stairs, I have more then enough to keep me occupied for the next thousand years just trying to get all the problems solved, but your mother wanted him, because she couldn't have you until the time was right." There was a knock at the door, and he looked away from her and said "Yes? What is it you want?"
The person behind the door said in a low voice that was barely audible "Mistress Kim is downstairs and would like to know why she didn't see Mistress Sara at their home this evening."
Micheal sighed once again, and took out a piece of paper, and with a pen wrote something on it, then went over to the door, opened it, and gave it to the young man, maybe in his early teens, in the hall and then said "Give this to her."
After the boy had gone, he came back and sat back on the couch.
"Anyways, where was I?" He paused a moment, and went on, "your mother wanted him; because she couldn't have you until the time was right. The problem you are really here for is that I was going turn you tomorrow night, but then I found out from one of my sons, I believe you know him, Devon, what your mortal father and two other brothers had done to you, and then sent Devon to watch over you and if he seen anymore if it, to bring you to me… but I have also found out, and seen… that Devon has become quite attached to you for the past year he has been watching you, in fact this is the first night in a long time he has been home, and he seen that you were planning to kill yourself?" He stopped and looked hard at her, and then shook his head, "Well, since he could not exactly stop you with out you finding out about us, and since he didn't want you to die, he turned you agents MY rules."
"What exactly are you?" She said trying to keep her face from showing any emotion, and trying to keep her voice from shaking.
He smiled at the question, and her eyes opened wide as the sight of two large canines producing from his mouth. She bit her tongue, and tasted blood run down her throat.