AN: WOW! I have done about 2 chapters in one night! THATS A RECORD! lol, enjoy.

Chapter 3:

Veronica woke up groggily, her head pounding and her body over someone's shoulder. She opened her eyes, only to find that she saw black. Confused, she tried to bring her hands to feel her face, only to find that they were bound and she began to gag, the pressure on her stomach to great. The man swung her over his shoulder and laid her on the ground, it feeling not like the earth, but like hard tile flooring. She lifted her nose, noting that it didn't smell like the outdoors. Where am I? She pawed around the floor blindly, trying to find the eyes that were calmly watching her. She finally felt something. What was that, leather? She thought. Her hand crawled up a leg covered in jeans before her hand was grabbed and gently kissed. Still holding her hand, she felt someone remove her blindfold. Her eyes gazed upon a man in black jeans. His skin was a brown, tawny color, endlessly consistent and perfect, only to be interrupted by a black leather whip across his waist. Her eyes finally led up to his face, which held a beautiful smile, a smile that screamed dominance, with dead black eyes that seemed to match his smile perfectly. His hair was black as well, and it flowed endlessly down his back.

"Hi." he said with his mind, trying not to wake her from the mesmerized state she was in. Her jaw dropped, and he laughed, a warm, beautiful laughed...which got a scowl in return.

"Well, someone's in a bad mood today." he said coyly.

He must know he's hot. That can't be good... she thought, still maintaining the smile.

"Am I?" he asked, laughing. "I never would of guessed." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Where the fuck am I?" she asked, pissed off.

"Midnight." he said, as if she should know.

"Ok...where is that?" she asked, annoyed.

"Now, if I told you that, you could escape, now couldn't you?"

"Not necessarily." she replied. "I've been to a lot of places, but definitely not here...Who are you?" she asked.

"My name is Jager." he said, bowing.

"Do you know why I'm here?" she asked, clearly seeing that he wasn't the man who took her... he was far too beautiful to be him.

"You've been sold into here...as a slave." he added, seeing the questioning look on her face.

"Sold?" she whispered. "What gives you the right to buy other people?" she boldly stated, regaining her composure.

"Now, if I were a person, that would be a pretty good question..."

"What are?" she asked.

"A vampire." he said. She looked up at him, shocked. This has got to be a dream. She thought, I definitely watched WAY to many horror films that night.

"Your a slave, by our kinds standard." he said, studying her.

"Well then, what are you to me?" she asked, trying not to sound hysterical.

"I'm your master, if you want to get into technical terms." he said, smiling a thin smile at her.

She looked up at him, a haunted, hurt look filled her eyes...hurt, as if she trusted the world, and what she believed to be true. The look disappeared, hidden by anger.

"How dare you..."

"I didn't do anything to you accept buy you, and clothe you." he said, folding his arms.

She felt her chest, not daring to look away from him. She looked down at it...it was a nightshirt, red, and velvety. She looked back up at him, shivering. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, as if feeling exposed.

"Eric, show her to her room...I think that...

"Veronica." she whispered, looking down at the floor as tears filled her eyes.

"Veronica, has had enough today." he said.

Eric was about 24years old, tall, and lanky, but Veronica didn't bother to look at him, only at the floor...as if it held all the answers.