"I'll think about it," Elora looked up at me with hope in her eyes. "It does seem like a nice offer." He grinned wide like I had won 400 dollars as she laughed. I slowly held both of her hands and looked down at her.

"Do you know how to dance Elora?" I blushed softly. She nodded and I gently took one of her hands in mine then put my other on her small waist. I began to sing her a song and dance with her. As we danced, my heart felt full and I began to feel even more in love with her. I realized how wrong I have been about her...about her people...about this war.

I gently dipped her and planted my lips on hers. The kiss was soft and sweet yet, electrifying. It would be the first time I kissed her, and the last one...for a very long time.

I set her back up and we smiled big at one another. She pulled out the cake from the oven and we ate it once it cooled down. That night, I let her lay with me in my bed. Her head on my chest and my arms around her. Once morning came I told her I would be back because I had to go out to buy some more food for us. I left and went to the store. I came back to find blood on the walls and floor. Elora was no where to be found. I was frantic and began looking everywhere for her. I soon came to a note that read.

"We found a run away slave who was hiding at your house while you were away. We are sending her back to where she came. We are sorry for this nigger's intrusion on your home Officer Whitlock."

I ripped up the letter and began to sob.

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Elora screamed in excruciating pain as the skin on her back ripped open from the crack of the whip. Blood ran down her back as she received her 20th lash. She began to shake and pull against the rope tied around her hands. A man stood over her with a grin as she began to sob.

"I'm sorry..please don't kill me..I'll never run away again!" She spoke weakly. He gave two more hard lashes, sending blood flying through the air. He cut the rope down and walked away as a few bystanders on the plantation watched with horror and ran to her to help her up. The red warm liquid ran down her back and her open wounds felt like fire. Sobbing the bystander hurried her into one of the houses to tend to her wounds. She screamed and cried as the water burned her flesh and was spilling blood and dirt from the whip.

"You are very lucky Elora..they could kill you or chop off your limbs so you can't leave!" One women spoke softly.

"They're not going to kill their best cotton picker on the plantation." The second woman spoke. As they talked amongst each other, Elora couldn't help but to think of Jasper, thinking of him took the pain away and made her feel like she was walking on air.

I know you will come recuse me Mr. Whitlock. I bet my life on it.

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It's been half a year since they took Elora from me and every day I have been wondering if she was alive or not. Part of me wishes I was there when they found her but we would have both been killed. Now that my new purpose for living wasn't around anymore, I decided to finally go and become an officer. And even though I'm fighting for confederacy. It just..doesn't seem right anymore. One day, I was riding my horse when I saw three woman standing and staring at me. I approached them with a smile. The dark haired girl in the middle gave me smile and I got off my horse and walked up to them.

"Do you ladies need any help?" I asked, taking off my hat. The dark haired woman was in front of me in a flash.

"I do." Her smile turned a bit wicked as she bit into my neck. I began to scream in pain as my life flashed before my eyes. Everything went black. The loneliness I felt in those moments was deafening. I soon came to, finding myself laying in a barn on some hay with the same woman who had bit me, was holding my hand. I felt her get happy.

"I'm so glad you're awake!" She kissed him. Cupping my face now, she stared into me with her red eyes. "You will join me as my mate and help me in these vampire wars for territory we can have to ourselves." She kissed me deeply.

On that day, I found out just what would become of me...

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The door to the cellar Elora was being kept in opened up and she saw her master's figure in the doorframe as he walked in. It's been weeks since she's been in the cellar, barely receiving food.

"It's been half a year since you tried to run out on me.." his voice was still filled with hate. "Now you're gunna wish I never got you back!" He kicked her in the stomach with his hard boot. She coughed up blood and looked up at him to see his eyes were the same color as the crimson liquid she had just spit up! She began shaking in fear. He quickly grabbed her by the hair and smashed her face into the wall. Her forehead split open and blood poured out all over her face. He licked her face and moaned at the taste. "I'm not even using my full strength." He purred before throwing her across the room.

He was over her in a flash, kissing her neck and licking up more of her blood. She groaned in pain as she felt her life slipping from her hands, she couldn't think straight, let alone fight back. Why were his eyes red? Why was he so strong? Maybe I was hallucinating due to lack of food. She thought, her world fading in and out.

"You will be my slave...forever!" He bit into her neck, his venom running through her veins like lighting. She screamed in excruciating pain before her eyes lost their life. Her body slowly began to heal. The gash on her head began to close, her open wounds and healing ones from the whips began to fade as well, but not completely as well as her broken ribs and wrists were healing from the other damage he had done. Her now red eyes shot open as she looked around fast. Everything was so much more detailed and intense from the sounds of the dripping water to the smallest hair on her master's head. Her eyes focused on the man standing in front of her.

"What did you do to me?!" She looked at him with fear in her eyes.

"I turned you into a vampire..so that you can be my slave forever." His grin was evil. He left the room faster than a human could blink and was back in record time, holding another slave, a human one.

"Aren't you thirsty?!" His sharp fangs were clearly visible from how hard he was smiling. Her eyes grew larger as an uncontrollable thirst washed over her. Her mouth felt like it began to water and she was holding onto the woman close.

"I...I'm so sorry...I'm so so sorry!" She began to shake before sinking her teeth into the girl's neck, drinking her blood.