The Vampire's Pet

The chilling weight of shackles on your wrists is a familiar sensation, yet today is different. You stand in line with other human girls, all sixteen and a half, waiting to be paraded before potential vampire buyers. The air is thick with fear and the scent of too many bodies crammed together.

Through the dim light, you see the cold, calculating eyes of the vampires as they file in. They touch, they inspect, they choose. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs. You try to remember the Pet Mistress's training – be still, be silent, be obedient. Your blood type, AB positive, is rare, almost guaranteeing you'll be taken.

Then, a vampire with blonde hair and green eyes trips, a moment of unexpected humanity in the terrifying spectacle. His brother, dark-haired and stern, catches him. They banter, seemingly oblivious to the fear they inspire. You watch them from your periphery as they move closer, their conversation a strange mix of everyday concerns and the chilling reality of your situation. Your fate is about to be sealed.