Chapter Two

The man's brow furrowed in curiosity, but only for a second.

"Age?" he asked.

My eyes widened in surprise. He was actually considering buying me.

"Eighteen."

"Who was her breeder?" he asked the pet master.

Ahh! Breeders. The so-called vampires, who took in the slaves and pets that couldn't perform their duties. The ones that forced them to conceive a few children before taking the child and killing the parents for their blood, the whole process made me want to curl up in a ball and cry.

The pet master shook his head. "She doesn't have one. She's a rogue."

I was free, he meant to say.

"I found her and her family roaming the outskirts of the city five years ago, so, captured her myself." he finished.

He left out the part where he brutally murdered my family and left their bodies to the wolves and vultures. I quickly blinked away a sudden wave of threatening tears and shook the memories from my head, not wanting to get whipped again.

The man was silent, apparently thinking over what he was just told.

Rogues were a very rare case. They were said to be rebellious, and in some cases, dangerous. Apparently, I was a great exception, but he didn't need to know that.

"Blood type?" he questioned. My eyes went wide again. Why the heck did he still want me?

"B-negative." A rarity among blood, so I'd been told. "And, lucky for her, she's never been bitten." he finished, crossing his arms.

Pet masters weren't allowed to drink from what they had in the shop. It was considered unfair to the rest of their race. That was just about the only vampire law that I agreed with.

The man's eyes widened slightly. He bent back down, his gaze meeting mine. It was like those eyes were boring right through my soul. I felt so exposed.

"Why hasn't anyone bought her yet?" he asked.

The pet master leaned against the wall, having explained my situation so many times already to other vampires.

"She has Anxiety."

"Anxiety?" the man looked at the pet master.

He nodded in response.

"Yep. She hasn't been bought because people would rather not deal with it. She's had it ever since I can remember."

I tossed my head to the side. He acted like it wasn't his fault.

"She has these wicked nightmares pretty much every night. It's kind of hilarious once you get used to it. She's even known to start screaming or crying in the middle of her dreams." he finished, laughing silently to himself.

The man shifted his line of sight back to me.

"I'll take her," he responded nonchalantly to the pet master.

I'm pretty sure my heart just stopped then and there, but at the same time, it started racing.

Why did he want me? I would rather not be WANTED!

My breaths began to speed up as well, the tight collar making it sound like I was gasping for air.

"Wait, really?" the pet master questioned, "Why?"

The man paused for a second before he stood back up, flashing his fangs with a smirk.

"I like a pet that knows how to scream."

I thought I was about to throw up.

"Fair enough." the pet master said, grabbing an old leash out of the many that were hanging near the cages.

I pushed myself impossibly further against the back of the cage, working through the stinging pain as he began to unlock my cage.