It wasn't one of those mornings when you woke up and the sun's rays would come streaming through the windows and touch your eyes gently to make them flutter open. And the peaceful morning light would help you wake you up. And little by little you would start to feel your eyes open. Until you felt fully energized.

This morning was nothing like that.

To tell you the truth, I felt like shit.

I woke up in complete darkness. Curtains were draped heavily in front of the windows letting in no light. I almost thought that I woke up at midnight if it were not for the alarm clock on the night stand that eliminated the numbers 9:00. My body was tangled up in the blankets, and because I couldn't see anything, when I turned my head I hit it on the side table.

So far I could tell this wasn't going to be a good day.

Yesterday's events are in a blur. I remember the needle and Trent carrying me, but after that I don't have a clue of what happened. I usually am not knocked out this long by the shot; they must have made it stronger. And it never had any side effects to it. Right now my head was pounding, or maybe I just banged it on the bed post? I was told by plenty of people that I wasn't a peaceful sleeper. And by "plenty" I mean all of Greg's victims.

I pushed myself in an up-right position as a knock was heard at the door. The sound made my head hurt even more that I couldn't even ask who it was or to tell them to come in. But I don't think I needed to say anything because right after a blonde haired girl walked in. The door was unlocked and I'm sure if I told her not to come in she would have anyways.

What did this castle have against not locked doors?

The girl looked around the same age as me, but I couldn't really tell. She was holding a trey of food and brought it over to the bed I was sitting on. Without looking up she placed the trey on my lap and started walking back to the door.

As the girl walked away I couldn't help but compare her to Kally. Since Kally was the only girl I really knew at this place. Not only was the retreating girl not as happy looking, but she also wasn't pale, and all vampires are pale. By the looks of her tan skin I could tell she was a human. But I thought only vampires worked at the castle? Maybe she was a vampire?

"Wait!" I calmly said as I tried to get her attention.

"Yes," She replied. Her words sounded forced as if she didn't want to talk to me at all. This got me even more curious.

I was going to ask her if she was a human, but I stopped myself as I saw her hands form into fists. From the book I read I learned that vampires have higher emotions for everything. The slightest thing can set them off.

I don't know why I didn't think of that before I asked Trent my stupid question about mate marks. But I was just so curious that I couldn't wait, as curious as I am now. And what if this girl was a vampire? You could gain color to your skin by drinking blood...maybe that's what she did? And if I did ask her my question and she is a vampire, wouldn't she get offended? Because apparently calling a vampire a human was calling them weak. And I didn't want to get myself in that same predicament like last time.

The girl started to stare daggers at me as I still have not said why I told her to wait.

I thought quickly as I looked down at my lap and saw the eggs, bacon, and apple juice. Why did I get this food anyways? That seemed like a more reasonable question.

"Why did you bring me breakfast?" I prayed that my voice didn't shake.

"I brought you food because those were the prince's orders." I gave a nod of my head. That does sound like something he would do.

She started to walk back to the door and I again told her to wait. I still wanted to know if she was a vampire or not. But I didn't want to directly ask the question. So I tried to do what people call beat-around-the-bush.

"So, you work for the prince?" I asked.

"Yes."

She gets right to the point. Doesn't she?

"How long have you been working for the prince?"

"I don't feel comfortable answering that question," She replied. I thought that if she said it was a short amount of time she would be a human, but a long amount would be a vampire. But because she didn't answer I don't know. And I don't want to pressure her, too much.

"Do you give food to everyone in the castle?"

"No."

That was interesting.

"So you only work for me?" My human question went away as this seemed to spark my interest a little bit more. She didn't reply this time and only nodded. "So are you-" I was about to ask another question, but she cut me off with an outburst of her own.

"Yes, I'm your servant! Is that what you have been trying to get me to say! Are you happy now! Are you trying to show that you are the dominant one! That you are so much better than me because you are in a high up class!" I was taken back and tried to absorb the information I had just been told. That's not what I was trying to do at all. But now that I learned this, I wanted to learn more.

"Wait, let me get this right: You are my servant?"

Why do I need a servant? And more importantly why was this girl so mad at me?

"Yes! I know you already know this! Stop playing dumb! Why do all vampires have to make humans feel like filth?"

She thought I was a vampire? So my previous question did get answered. She isn't a vampire.

After the yelling she calmed down and started to back away from me. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that. Please don't hurt me. I promise it will not happen again. When she looked up and her brown eyes met mine her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Why are you not pale?"

I laughed. She thought I was a vampire, just like I thought she was one.

She gave me a strange look and then because I didn't answer her question, she asked me another one, "Are you a special type of vampire? Because you don't seem to want to cut my throat out like they usually do."

I started to laugh more. I don't think I looked like a special vampire at all.

I think I laughed more then I have if you combined the last two years of my life. Except for the time where Greg tripped over his shoelace and fell when he thought that a vampire was coming back to the house we were just at. That was my first year with him, and the first time I tried to escape. I still remember when he caught up to me and said that I would be responsible for hic concussion. I still roll my eyes at his remark; He did not have a concussion.

When my laughing started to decrease I finally responded, "No I am not a special type of vampire, nor am I a vampire at all."

"Are you the prince's beloved?" She asked.

Her question surprised me. I thought only his family knew about Trent and I being beloveds. But I guess she knew because she is my servant.

Ugh, I hated that word: servant. A servant is a person that performs duties for someone else. I was a servant to Greg carrying out his commands. I don't want the girl in front of me to have to do everything that I say. But maybe even though she was my servant someone else was telling her what to do. And I knew what that feels like to be controlled. If I could I would just send her home. But only the person who brought her here could take her back, because she was their responsibility.

Like if you brought an injured animal into your home. Because you got or rescued it, it is you job to help it. It's no one else's responsibility but your own. And whatever happens to that animal while in your care it is all on you.

Without waiting any longer I responded, "Yes I am."

In a way it made me feel awful to admit those words aloud, but the girl deserved the truth. If I was her I wouldn't want to be lied to. I was done with hearing lies. And what if I said I wasn't his beloved? Would the girl get in trouble if she went to a vampire and said that she didn't know which room Trent's beloved was in?

"But, you are just a human." I tilted my head to the side. Why would it matter if I was a human? "I just thought that his beloved would be a vampire, not that it's a bad thing that you're a human." She must have seen my expression drop for her to add the second part. "I actually like that you are a human. Vampires are fowl, disgusting..." She stared at me and gave me a shy smile. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to offend you." She didn't sound the least bit sorry about calling the vampires those names, she sounded sorry about something else.

"Why would you offend me?"

"Well, your beloved is a vampire. So, me saying bad things about him is also offending you, I mean you are going to marry the guy," she explained. I could sense a hint of disgust in her about the getting married part. She seemed to not like the idea either.

Me marry Trent? Do I not make any choices now! I already knew I probably didn't. And escape plans were never going to work. They never worked with Greg, so I don't know why I thought they would work with a vampire. And even if I did suddenly get out of here, I knew Trent would always find me. Just like he said, he was never going to let me go.

"Can we please just drop the subject about being married," I mumbled.

"Why? Do you not want to get married?"

It felt weird someone asking me if I wanted this. Someone was asking me what I wanted for once. And I liked it.

"No, I do not."

She opened her mouth and then closed it again. And when her mouth opened for the third time she finally spoke up. "Not to be rude or anything but how did you end up here if you don't want to be here?"

I sighed, "It's a long story that I'm not fully ready to talk about yet." She gave an understanding nod, it confused me until I realized that she must not want to be here either, she was forced, just like me. But her it might be for different reasons. "When I'm ready to tell you mine, can you tell me yours?"

Her eyes glazed over as if already thinking about it and gave a small smile, "Sure."

A couple seconds went by in silence until she broke it by saying, "I think I should go now. I was only supposed to deliver you your food then leave. I don't want to cause trouble."

I smirked, "Didn't you cause trouble the minute that you yelled at me?"

I saw her roll her eyes. "I don't like vampires, and thought that you were one. I'm not responsible for what I say. What I think is completely different from what I do, most of the time. And I think you are okay. You are actually the first person to be nice to me."

Other people were not nice to her?

She gave a small smile and started walking back to the door. And like déjà vu I told her to wait.

"I never got your name?"

She gave a smile and replied, "Jen."

"Well, Jen. My name is-"

"Chloe, your name is Chloe." Jen gave me a knowing smirk.

"How do you know?" It was a stupid question to ask, because the person she was working for probably told her my name. But I'm not the smartest person. So I don't ask the smartest questions.

"When the prince left the room he told me not to disturb a girl named Chloe, just give her breakfast. since you were the only girl in the room you must have been Chloe. Unless you were not his beloved, that's why I had to ask you if you were. And I was just going to give you your food and leave, but then you started asking me all these questions and got really on my nerves. I hate vampires and the longer I stayed with you the longer you made me want to attack you. To tell you the truth I thought you were going to be a big brat with a crown. I'm glad I was wrong. I like that you are different."

I half way heard what she said, but what I was mainly focused on was that Trent had been in this room, and he just left before Jen walked in. Why had he been with me?

I was about to ask Jen, but looked up right about at the same time she closed the door and left.

I didn't feel the need to call her again, as I have already done that too many times.

Instead I decided that now was a good time to take a shower. If I am going to ask Trent what happened after I got knocked out or why he was with me last night, I at least wanted to be presentable. I wasn't doing it for him, but a small part was telling me I was.

I swung my legs over the bed and that's when I remembered I forgot to eat breakfast. The trey of food still lay on my lap, but when I thought I wasn't going to eat it and just take my shower, my stomach gave a growl of protest.

So I quickly ate my breakfast and took my shower. When I was done I got dressed in a pair of black tights and a light pink sweatshirt. I didn't need to look fancy, even if I was going to talk to the prince.

I felt instantly relaxed at the contact of the clean clothes on my skin. It felt amazing to actually wear something that was my size. The feeling felt great, I don't know if I would ever get used to it.

With a slight tug of my sweatshirt, I went downstairs, carefully taking one step at a time. This time Trent wasn't waiting for me at the bottom, but I could clearly hear his voice screaming at someone just around the corner.

"I told you one simple thing to do and instead I hear you screaming at my beloved and then staying in her room longer than expected. How long does it take to deliver food? Maybe it was a bad idea to get a human servant, a vampire one I know would act with more respect. Maybe I should have killed you when I had the chance" Trent yelled as I finally walked around the corner and saw his red eyes looking at the girl in front of him.

The red eyes were not ones of lust, but pure anger. I could not move in my spot as I stared wide eyed at him. He sniffed the air and when his head tilted in my direction his eyes turned back to their natural color and raced over to me a sniffed my neck. Bring my back closer to his chest. "You are okay; I won't let her hurt you."

She didn't hurt me!

I wanted to scream and thrash around, but my body wouldn't let me. It was content being in his arms, and didn't want to move. The bond was getting stronger which was one of the reasons why I stopped fighting, I knew I couldn't win. The other reason is I am paralyzed staring at the girl's back that is only inches in front of me.

I wouldn't have known who it was if it were not for the platinum blonde hair, that gave it away. When she turned her face around a blackish blue mark was surrounding her eye and blood ran down her arm from the shoulder to her elbow. I knew she didn't have those when we met.

What did Trent do to her?

Tears started to stream down her face, reminding me of myself. And she didn't stare at me for longer than two seconds before Jen turned on her heels and ran in the other direction.

I knew that Jen had a bad past to end up here, but I think she had it worse than I expected. She was also hiding something. And it might have something to do with how she got here. The only way to get her to talk about how she got here was if I told her mine.

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To tell you the truth I wanted to update earlier, TO SAY THANK YOU FOR 1K VOTES! I couldn't believe it at first! but because I did not like this chapter I re-wrote it three times! Each one different then the last. And that drove me insane! I have to admit I did not plan the ending of this chapter to be like that. The idea kind of popped into my head and I wrote it down. I hope it turned out okay and I would love your thoughts on this chapter <3

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I hope you guys like the update. I really did try to make it to your liking, and I must say I try to get a certain word count for each chapter, and it is so hard. Big props to Stephen King! How the hell does he write a 1,000 paged book in at least two years! Sometimes even one! I write about 100 words in an hour (no joke) I really hope it becomes easier to get that word count...