Everything was going fine. Just fine... when I was younger. I was living with my mom and dad in our quiet little farm house. Well, that's what I called it at least. It was more or less an old mansion in the middle of nowhere. Everything was going fine, right? Everything was fine I told myself this all the time. Despite my parents meeting a stranger every week and fighting all the time. Until one day I met the man that came over to see my parents. Everything was fine until he came along and took me away. He ruined everything. Everything.

It wasn't long after that I realized what he was. A vampire. The ruler of the night that terrified mothers and children while they slept in their beds. What they feared was lurking in the shadows while walking home late at night. The unholy thing that managed save thousands of lives during the day, but killed more at night just to survive. Draining them dry. And me? I was taken from my family and I was left to clean up the mess. And are my questions from over the years answered? No. If one is answered I just have more questions that need answered.

Oh yeah sure, cleaning up for a normal person is just fine. But this guy, he makes a fucking mess. You can get that from all the screaming girls every night. I hate it. I'm gonna run. One of these nights I'm gonna run and never look back. Run as fast as I can and never stop. Never stop running from hom. At least that's what I thought till I did run. Well tried to I should say. He had his little band of misfits, as I like to call them, watching the place just in case I tried to escape. I was caught of course and then later punished. I made it pretty far though.

Over the years I made a list of rules in my little cell. Yes I did say years, 20 years and 358 days to be exact. I've been here since I was 5 years old. I'm almost 26 years old now. He has other "servants" more or less slaves if you ask me. He kills them if they get out of line a lot end up trying to run like I tried to and ended up paying the price for it. In the end they got what they wanted I guess. Even if it wasn't the way they hoped, they got to leave. Just not with their life obviously. Or if they get within my age... which I've always found quite strange. And if they make it past 5 years as well he kills them.

I'm the only one he has yet to kill. I've been here the longest. He always treated me better than the others. When I was younger I was terrified of him, now I'm not so sure he's that bad. I don't know why, but as I've gotten older he's become nicer and kinder towards me. Unlike the others I can walk around the Manor freely and enter his room without him. Of course that's only to take care of laundry and clean, but still I felt like I earned it somehow. Something about him still terrifies me but at the same time it excites me. I think I have Stockhomes Syndrome. Hey I may be a slave, but I still had a good education that I gave myself... with his help.

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"Astrid, show our guest to his room." I looked up slightly to see one of his coven members standing there next to him. He was drop dead gorgeous, don't tell anyone I said that though. Brandon I believe his name is. He liked snakes and other types of reptiles. But snakes were his favorite. I should know because whenever he's here I find at least 5 inside the Manor.

"Yes master. This way please." I turned around and started towards the guest wing. I knew he was behind me even though I couldn't hear his steps on the wooden floors of the mansion. But I knew he was there none the less. Over time my hearing improved greatly. Unlike the others I can hear even the faintest of sounds. The only one that makes noise in the house are the servants. Except for me that is. It tends to make my job easier that way. Once I got to his room I unlocked the door and let him in. Then turned and left.

"Can you do me a favor Astrid?" I stopped and turned back around to face him making sure to keep my head low. I knew I could look at him I could look all of them directly. I just didn't much cause I tend to trip over my own feet or miss a pool of blood somewhere if I look up.

"Yes sir?"

"You can look at me you know. You can look at any of us and you won't get in trouble for it. You pretty much run this house you have for the past 10 years." With no hesitation I looked up to see he had 2 dress shirts in his hands and of course I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. "Come in and shut the door behind you." The only time I really ever went into the rooms when they were here was if one of them was sick from being poisoned by one of the others slaves or if they needed the room cleaned. Which has happened a few times already this past 3 months already. Deadman's blood deadly stuff. As soon as I was done helping him pick out his outfit for dinner I left.

When I got down the stairs a little girl ran up to me. She handed me a red rose. I wonder where she got it from. I took it nonetheless and put it in my apron saying thank you. I started for the kitchen to go make dinner. "Astrid you're not making dinner for us today." What? Was he insane? Did he want to be poisoned again? "Instead you'll be joining us." Yup definitely had a death wish. This would be the 13th time that he told me he didn't want me making dinner and to take a break and sometime to myself. Every last time he had gotten poisoned. I think he does it on purpose so I can take care of him for a week. Which means he makes me sleep in his room... for a few weeks. A couple of times he "feels better" and let's just say things happen... because well you know he wants them to.

"Us?" God I hope nothing bad happens.

"Yes us. Kylie, Jessica? Would you mind taking Astrid up stairs and getting her ready?" He wanted me to have dinner with his coven!? He was defiantly insane! I started shaking as they got up from there seats. "Behave Astrid. I mean it." Every time I'm alone with those to one of them if not both try's to kill me.

"Sure Chris. We'd be more then happy." They both grabbed each of my arms and dragged me back up the stairs only towards Chris room. And of course I struggled the entire time. They walked into the room, but I refused. While I was allowed to, but it didn't need to be cleaned or anything. It was rule number 3 on the list. Never go in Masters room unless he's ill or he brings you in there himself. Under no other circumstances have I entered well I tried to use that excuse but they both knew better than that. "He wasn't kidding when he said she listened to every word he said. Was he Jess? It's a shame though that that only applies to the others not you."

"No he wasn't."

"Rule 3: never go in masters room unless he's sick or brings you in himself." They both gave me a weird look. "What I have a list of rules I've made over the past 21 years. And I've never broken a rule in 12 years." Jessica walked out of the room and down stairs. When she came back she had a reinforcement. Chris grabbed my hand and lead me in the room. I may refer to him as Master but in my head I call him his name because he hates that I call him Master.

"There, now listen to the girls and do what they say. Understand? And for the love of God just for today can you forget the rules? Or at least not use them as a reason not to do something you don't want to do. Please?" Did he just say please? Sense when the fuck has he ever said please!?

"Yes master." And with that he left me sitting on his bed with two of his coven members mates. They went to his back closet and a bunch of skinny jeans, corsets, and tight dresses fell out. What the hell? The girls set out 16 different outfits. Not including the 3 dresses they thought I would look good in. I like to beg to differ though. I hate dresses with a burning passion.

"Take off your cloths and get into the bathroom. Now." I jumped at her demand and didn't really want to move. I hated Kylie even more than I hated dresses.

"Kylie you could be nicer about it." Jessica was always a sweetheart. She rarely talked, like her mate Ricky. Kylie rolled her eyes and dragged me into the bathroom. As she started the bath, I just stood there awkwardly covering myself. I wasn't comfortable with this situation. Turning off the water she motioned for me to get in the water. I didn't want to. It was steaming and I could feel the heat from where I was. She grabbed my arm and forced me in. I screamed in pain. It was to hot for me not to. Chris busted down the door just as I slipped. Thank God I didn't cut anything open. That would have ended badly. Funny I was more worried about getting injured more than I was about him seeing me naked.

"What the hell is going on!?" Kylie backed up out of Chris way. I curled up in a little ball too afraid to go anywhere near the tub. He walked over, putting his hand in the water. He walked over to Kylie, who was now shaking. Her mate Devin came in a dragged her out. I got up while Chris was talking to Jessica about what outfit I would be wearing to dinner. I hissed a little as the water hit my skin. It felt nice, I guess. I could hear Kylie crying though.

"I just want her back. S-s-she loved h-h-hot baths. I just want my best friend back." The sound was muffled and fading as he and Devin walked out of the room. I became very confused and went back to the bath. What did she mean by that. When have we ever been friends in my entire life?

Jessica came in and smiled as I was singing 'Here's To Never Growin' Up' by Avril Lavigne. She grabbed some soap and pushed me under to get my hair wet. I couldn't breath. She had me scrub till my whole body was raw and pink. When I got out she had me sit down on his bed to do my makeup and hair. She dressed me in a purple and black corset and a pair of skinny jeans that were ripped. I felt uncomfortable. I missed my worn out jeans and my t-shirt with some holes. "Are you sure I should be wearing this to dinner? I feel naked."

"This isn't just a dinner. Ever wonder why Chris has kept you for so long? Be good and you'll find out tonight." She had a point I did want to know. We walked down stairs and the same little girl gave me another rose. I looked up to see who she ran to. Surprisingly she ran to Devin, who picked her up and kissed her forehead. She looked a lot like him. I smelled the rose, smiling slightly. The only people I ever got flowers from was the little ones that served Chris too. And they were just dandelions and other weeds. I stood there awkwardly again not knowing what to do. I normally just stood in the corner waiting for orders. So I did just that. When in doubt do nothing.

I wasn't standing there for long. Chris sat down on the couch right next to me. Before I knew it I was sitting in his lap with his arms around my waist. He buried his face in my neck but didn't bite. Just smiled. I felt safe and warm surprisingly as he's freezing. One of the others walked in with a bunch of wild flowers in her hand. She was about 6 years old. She walked over to me and gave them to me. I heard Chris growl and saw the others glaring at her like she was food. On instinct I got up and pushed her behind me. She clung to me for her life. When Chris got up and stood in front of me I backed up. But not much. I had to stand my ground on this one. She didn't know she had to wait before approaching any of them. She was to excited to see me. I was like a mom to her.

"You're not hurting her." I said hoping not to get hit myself. He didn't hit me, he just grabbed my arm and throw me to the ground. The little girl in Devins arms started crying. It made sense though she was about her age. And to see Chris going after her was to much. I got up and jumped on Chris's back, putting him in a choke hold. He tried to get me off, but instead he fell to the floor. Getting up, I ran and picked the little girl up. I had my back turned to him. And when I turned around he was right there.

His body said he was pissed. Like he was about to rip my throat out. But his eyes said otherwise, like he was upset about something. As soon as he grabbed my throat I kneed him in his balls. He hit the floor and I ran with the little one in my arms. So much for not breaking the rules. I ran till I got to my little cell 2 stories underground. Which was probably stupid seems how I could have ran out the door. Setting her down I shut the cell door behind us. I started a small fire like I always did every night for her to sit near and keep warm. "You can't do that again Willow. Ok? I can't keep protecting you. How many times do I have to tell you this."

"I sorry. I didn't mean too." She was still scared. But I don't think for herself and for her well being but for mine. I was too, seeing her in the dim light reminded me of when I was her age and I did something wrong. We sat there for a minute before we heard voices and foot steps. None of them were our masters. I grabbed Willow and set her in the corner where my little bed was. I was dark in the corner so it was perfect to hide in. I sat in the middle of the floor with my legs crossed and my head down. I heard a bang on the cell door and looked up. Devin and Ricky stood there smiling. I looked over towards the corner when I heard Willow start whimpering. They opened the door and went straight there. She started screaming when Devin picked her up.

I tried to get him to let her go but Josh came in and held me back with Ricky. They walked out and shut the door before I had the chance to get out. I screamed and banged on the door. Tears streamed down my face. I walked back over to the fire and fell to my knees. About 20 minutes later I heard more foot steps. I backed up to my makeshift bed and pulled my knees to my chest. I knew who it was. Everyone knew who it was. And he wouldn't be happy with me this time. I didn't see him come it but I heard the door slam shut. I flinched at the sound, hugging myself tighter. He crouched next to me and smiled. "Come here. You're not in trouble." He sat down when I crawled into his lap. He just sat there holding me. Then I felt a sharp pain and everything went black.

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 I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up 2 little people were jumping on me. And I was in my master's bed. They jumped off and ran out of the room. Willow was one of them, Devins little girl was the other one.

I tried to get up but my hands were bound to the head board. I looked around the dark gothic room until I heard the door open. Chris walked towards the bed. Something was different when I looked at him. I got butterflies and wanted nothing more than for him to make me beg for him. What the hell is wrong with me! He laid down next to me and pulled me close to him. I pulled on my restraints wanting to be let go. "Shhh... dinner is in 10 minutes. You hurt your master you know that?"

"I'm sorry master. I promise it won't happen again. Willow didn't know better though. I'm sorry." And it was true. I was sorry for hurting him, but I wasn't about to let him hurt Willow. Ever. He smiled.

"Good. But I would never hurt Willow or you. She's my little princess... or at least she will be soon." And with that he untied me. I wanted to back away but I didn't. Instead I pulled him closer. We stayed like this till the girls came bursting in through the door laughing. I went to the door, but before I was able to get out, Chris pulled me back and kissed me. Before I knew it I was on top of him and his hands were on my hips. A few minutes later we walked down the stairs to see everyone at the table in the huge dining room talking and laughing. Willow was even there sitting right next to the other little girl. She was dressed in a pair of little skinny jeans and a black and purple shirt that looked like it would be a short dress.

It felt weird eating with them all. Willow didn't seem to care at all. She was having fun. That's all I care about. Something was different about her though. Her eyes. They weren't their normal brown color, they were pale blue. What did he do? I finished eating before everyone else, they all talked and socialized while eating. Willow started to threw little bites of potatoes at Josh and he did the same back. I started to feel weird. Like I was going to be sick. I brushed it off for as long as I could, before I got up and ran into the kitchen. I didn't even have time to make it to the trash or even the sink before I fell to the floor coughing up blood. My head started spinning and my throat was burning. My heart felt like it was being ripped out. "Mommy!"

 Willow came running in with Chris following suit. Did she just call me mommy? Chris picked her up and passed her to the new coven member, Brandon. And she panicked even more."Mommy's gonna be okay." Chris said as he kissed her head. I don't remember having a kid. Let alone Willow. I fell to the floor. To weak to stay sitting up. The pain was unbearable. It felt like death itself was coursing through my veins. Chris walked over to me as the darkness consumed my eyes.