Chapter 3- Vampire's Are Not Real

Samara’s POV

As I sit huddled in my spot, jumping at every small noise that enters my ears, my heart races erratically in my chest. They can’t be Vampires, can they? Vampires are the thing of fiction, not something that truly exists in the real world…right? My mind breaks as the thoughts about Vampires and whether they can truly exist flows through my mind on an endless loop of repetition. 

Vampires are not real. This mantra repeats in my mind over and over as I try to get a hold of myself in order to find a way of escaping whatever sick situation I have found myself in. Those have to be fake teeth, some kind of sick joke being played on me. But for the life of me I can’t think of a single person that would do this to me, or a single reason why anyone would.

My mind continues to spiral as time slowly passes around me. I have no idea how long I stayed curled up on the dirty, damp floor before the familiar large man reappears in the doorway, this time with his eyes set on me. Fear clutches at my body, keeping me frozen in place as the man reaches down and roughly pulls me up by my arm. 

A cry of pain wrenches from my lips, breaking the silence of the small room and causing irritation to flit across the large man’s face, at least what I can see of it with the light streaming in behind him. “No more of that!” He hisses at me, pulling me in close until I can feel his hot breath along my right cheek. “The master does not like loud, shrill noises.” He shakes my body roughly as his warning moves over me. 

I clamp my lips together tightly and nod my head up to the man to let him know that I understand. A throbbing pain still radiates in my arm where he pulled me up much too roughly, but I bite down on my lip so no sound can escape and anger the large man any more. A satisfied smile spreads across the man’s face before he lifts his hand up to stroke my cheek gently. 

“Such a beautiful creature.” The man whispers across my neck, his nostrils flaring slightly as he inhales deeply of my scent. My body stiffens in his grasp, the sound of my fast beating heart like galloping horses in my ears. The feel of teeth dragging across the sensitive spot on my neck causes my body to jerk slightly, knicking my skin and bringing fresh blood to the surface. 

A groan leaves the large man’s lips before he pulls away from me suddenly and shoves me away from him, nearly making me topple over as he sets me on the hard floor. My legs buck beneath me, the feeling not yet returning to them after being crushed together for so long. A steadying hand reaches out and grabs hold of my upper arm, preventing me from falling on my ass. 

A “thanks” leaves my lips without much thought, causing a crazed laugh to slowly erupt from my chest at the ridiculousness of it. The large man looks down at me in question to which I shake my head in response, not caring to explain how silly being polite is in a situation such as this. With one final look in my direction, the man turns around and indicates that I should follow him out of the cell. 

Not seeing any other option other than to follow the brute of a man, I fall into step behind him, keeping my head down in hopes of going unnoticed by those that we pass along the hallway. A hope that is soon dashed away when a hand reaches out and grabs hold of my arm roughly before pulling me in close. 

Putrid breath chokes my senses as the man runs his nose along my cheek before settling in the crook of my neck and inhaling deeply of my scent. Before the man can do much more than that, I am wrenched away from the man roughly and tucked into the safe space underneath of the man’s large arm. 

My view of the man who snatched me away is blocked by my very large saviour, the sound of hissing carrying to my ears from around his large bicep. “Hands off!” The large man warns before turning me around and continuing to walk along the hallway with me tucked into his side. 

Normally I would be terrified to be this close to a strange man that is clearly partially responsible for my kidnapping, but he appears to be the least of my worries in this place and I feel safer being tucked away like a child than I did following close behind him. It wasn’t until we entered a large space decorated in gothic colors that the fear started to seep back into my bones. 

From my spot tucked beneath the man’s arm I could see a small stage positioned to the right of us, with what appears to be an auditorium set up in front of it. Six rows of seats are positioned in front of the small stage, with every seat that I can see filled with people dressed in outfits from countless eras of fansion. 

Men and women alike are situated out in the crowd, their masked faces directed towards the stage in anticipation of something’s arrival. The twisted part of my brain taunts me with the realization that they are probably awaiting my arrival. Fear clutches at my chest, making breathing harder by the second. 

The large man that escorted me to this new room stands beside me ramrod straight, his hold on me not loosening for a moment and keeping me trapped beneath his arm as we stand here waiting for some kind of sign that will let us know what to do. With nothing else to do, my eyes once again roamed over the masked faces of those in the crowd. 

The hopes that this was some kind of sick joke quickly begin to evaporate in my mind as I stare out over the crowd from the cover of the large curtain that is up to my left. A sea of varying colors of black, velvet and red greets my vision as I look out over the people staring at the stage in anticipation. Laughter bubbles up from countless women’s chests, igniting my fury as I watch them make a joke out of my current situation. 

Rage seethes within me, chasing away the fear that has gripped me since coming here and setting my veins on fire. Before I can do anything with this newfound courage that has welled up within me, a masked man enters the stage, followed by a loud round of applause. The man lifts up his hand to the audience, indicating that they should settle down so he can speak. 

My heart hammers in my chest as I wait with bated breath for this man to explain just what the hell is going on and the reason that I am here, even though I have a sinking feeling that I know exactly what is happening around me. The man clears his throat as the last of the noise in the audience begins to die down before him. 

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Black Market Auction.” Another thunderous round of applause echoes around the large room, drowning out the sound of the announcers words and the increased beating of my heart as it plummets in my chest. The man once again raises a hand to demand silence from the crowd with a fake smile plastered to his face. 

When the sound of applause finally dies down completely, the masked man continues to speak out loud, the sound of his voice booming around us despite his lack of a microphone. “We have a delicious assortment of creatures for you today that will appeal to everyone’s dark desires.” A smirk flashes across the man’s face as he says this part. “Shall we begin?” His brow raises in question as he motions to his right for the first ‘creature’ to be brought out.