Naomi's Pov
My eyes stared at the man who bought me. Ten million dollars was a whole lot of money. My goodness! What was he thinking?
"You can go over and meet your buyer." Alex announced and I sighed. What a way to remind myself that I was nothing but an object of sexual gratification.
He didn't rise like I expected him to do when I approached and I stilled when he didn't move a muscle. Who was this man who was acting like a statue?
"Let's go." He said when I neared him. It was so low but I heard the unmistakable command in it and I was a bit worried.
He didn't seem like a friendly man. There was a way he carried himself or better put, there was an air of confidence around him, he oozed danger and warmth.
Okay, Naomi, you're beginning to be distracted. I noticed a man walking close to him giving me the stink eye and I wondered what must have caused this.
"I'll send it to your account. Forward the details to me later." He said and the man nodded
We walked out of the hall together in my scanty dress and the first thing that hit me was the cool breeze. It was refreshing, as though I was by the beach. Well, what was I expecting when I had been holed up in that godforsaken place for the most of my life. I hated Alex's den.
I think I could plan my escape from here if that was possible. "Follow me to the car." My buyer ordered and I obeyed instantly.
A sigh escaped my lips when we saw a sleek Lamborghini laying wait for us. "Wow," I muttered softly. Well, a pauper couldn't purchase me for that price.
He walked to the other side and opened the door, climbed in while I stalled. He poked his head through the other window. " Aren't you coming?"
The crazy thoughts in my head flew away when he said that. This man probably had dangerous connections more than Alex so it wouldn't be wise to think of escaping. It could cause me more harm.
It wouldn't be more than sex, would it? And it wasn't as though I was a virgin that was afraid. With that thought, I held my head up high and walked into the car, flashed him a smile but it died as soon as it came.
"I didn't bring you here to have sex with you." He told me.
Oh? That was a first? It hit me in two ways. Didn't he find me attractive enough? That couldn't be the reason.
"You paid a fortune for me."
"I know that."
Okay, I think that's the best news that I have heard in a while. "So, if you don't want me sexually, why do you want me?" I inquired, my brain trying to figure out what he could be planning. " Or are you also like Alex, running a brothel?"
He only lifted his brows, I got it, he didn't like being spoken to unless he asked. I didn't mind, "You are not going to be doing any sexual job."
Now, I was confused. "You want me to be your maid?" I inquired again.
"Sort of."
I threw my head back and laughed scornfully. Was that what they called it now? "You bought a stripper, who has been used by many men as your slave. I don't mind, you don't need to sugarcoat the fact that I'm unworthy but being a maid is a bit too low for the amount you just wasted."
He ignored me and I felt a bit slighted. Even if he didn't feel that I was worth it, he wasn't supposed to show it that much. I guess I just had to be very quiet henceforth.
I noticed him staring at me and I looked into his eyes. They were beautiful. Green with flecks of brown around the rings. Magnificento. Don't ask how I knew French.
"Sleep."
"Sleep?" I muttered and before I knew what was happening my eyes began to flutter, excess dopamine was released to my brain and I...
A hand touched my shoulders gently and I jumped. It wasn't intrusive or anything just powerful. I felt electricity run through me. What just happened?
I looked up and saw the strange man staring at me. There was something sinister in his eyes. " What?"
"We are here, let's go in." He said and my eyes traveled behind him. I was astonished by the large gate that I saw. It was designed like the medieval times. I glanced at him again and he lifted me in his arms.
"We have no time to waste." He muttered and his fresh minty breath assaulted my face.
I relaxed in his hands as he carried me inside the gate. But something was a bit confusing. Why did he have to park the car outside and walk? Weren't we supposed to be driven into the compound?
The gates opened automatically and I saw the largest house that I had ever seen. Calling it a house didn't cut it. I think it would have been better called a mansion.
"Is this your house?" I inquired and he shrugged softly. "It's beautiful."
He ignored me again and a thought finally flew into my mind. What was he trying to do? This house was too big for only me to clean. I wouldn't be able to cope. " Am I the only maid here?"
"I don't like too much talk, my pets don't like the noise either."
"What pets?" I inquired as he set me on my feet as we reached the main entrance.
He swiped his card, placed his eye in front of the small hole and tapped a button and the door opened. So much protocol for entering one's house. This means that I wouldn't be able to escape that easily.
We walked in and I took in the apartment, it was the state of the art. A soft drew away my attention and I turned in the direction of the sound. Two lions stared at me and I jumped into his arms.
What the hell?!
Lucian's POVHer heart beat dangerously close to mine. "What are you doing?" I asked her.She heaved a sigh. " I'm not sure that I can live here with these lions. I can't work here! She exclaimed with wide eyes and I rolled my eyes at the way she was acting. It wasn't even that deep, so I didn't understand the theatrics that she was pulling."Sadly, you don't have a choice. Tell me, what do you think is happening here?" I demanded.She stared at me with pure fear in her gaze. " These are lions.""Tamed lions. They don't bite. So get down." I retorted.She stared at me like I had grown ten heads. Well, I wasn't bothered by that. I wanted to feed tonight and that was the only thing on my mind."Please, don't let me go down. I feel like they are looking into my soul, ready to tear me up and make sure that I don't have anything remaining like bones." She muttered."Stop it." I removed her hands from my shoulders, and she almost fell. I reached out to steady her. She was making me talk, wh
Naomi's POVMy eyes darted at him in fear; there was something intangible going on in this house, and I was keen to find out. It was very annoying that I didn't know what it was. The only thing that I didn't understand was the fact that the maid was afraid of him. When I mean fear, I was talking about sheer horror. It crossed her eyes when she was talking about him, and I was also a bit scared because it didn't just make sense to me that she would not want to talk to me."I'll be in my room, Master." She replied and walked, more like rushed away. Hus eyes raj over my figure in curiosity, which was strange considering the fact that I was used to being stared at lewdly. "Why am I really here?" I inquired. The room was luxurious, completely different from what I was used to, and it made me feel a bit weird and unworthy. I mean, I would understand if he kept me in a dungeon."I'm living in a luxurious room, which is really strange," I continued.He walked towards me like a predator, an
Naomi's Pov"Time for what?" I replied.His cologne wafted into my nostrils and I sighed softly, inhaling it secretly and basking in the scent. He stopped in front of me and tipped my head upward with a light finger and, for the first time, I felt a bolt of electricity run through my arms. I was feeling a certain way, but I couldn't move an inch. It was almost as though I was hypnotized staring into his deep green eyes."Time to get what I want." He said, while his eyes darted toward the clock in my room. I was a bit taken aback by his reluctance to get down with me. It was almost as though he was making an effort to converse with me. As a good judge of character, I deduced that talking to me was taking a toll on him and that he was going to snap very soon. I was pushed to speak more just to see how he would react. It would be good to see him maybe get angry or stuff like that. I touched his shoulders and ran my hands seductively down his chest but this time, thankfully, he didn't
Lucian's POVOne word came to mind as I drank from her neck. Delicious! How was I supposed to cope when all I could think of was draining this source. It was believably the best kind of blood I had tasted, and I continued drinking.Sweet, this was more than enough."You're going to kill her." I heard Travis' voice filtering in from the doorway."Get out." I groaned and continued feasting on the punctured neck, sighing softly as I enjoyed the way it trickled down my throat, cooling my insides and quenching my thirst. Where had she been all this while? It was a good thing to trust my instincts.A wood was slammed against my head and I groaned angrily. "What the fuck, Travis?!"He shivered and quickly threw the plank on the ground while watching me. "You're not supposed to kill her. She's dying." He pointed at the stripper."Get out, and don't make me repeat it." I warned him. If he didn't do that, he would regret the day he was born."I'm sorry, I didn't know that you planned on killing
Naomi's POVMy head was pounding when I slowly fluttered open. It was almost as though I was in a daze. My eyes landed on the white walls, which baffled me because I remembered where I was the previous... day? Or... 'Where am I?' I wondered and turned.My eyes made contact with my master and I jumped in fear. "How are you doing?" He inquired while looking up from his laptop just for a minute. "I'm not good. I feel woozy," I replied.He doesn't say anything, at least for the moment as I try to gather myself. I felt so weak to the bone, almost as if I was a pile of dirty clothes crumpled to the ground. It was exhausting. I felt a stinging sensation in my neck and I touched it. My hands came in contact with a material, probably a bandage. "What happened to me? Did I get into an accident?" I stared at him wide-eyed. "Why aren't you answering me? What happened to me?""Save your questions for those who need it. What else are you feeling?" He asked me and my mouth fell open at the audaci
Lucian's POVI was already restless from her blood and I wanted more. It took a lot for me not to drain her because I knew that she'd die. She was barely able to survive from the first drain. How would she survive the second bout?She was talkative, and it was very annoying to me because it made me feel like a jerk, which was a weird feeling for me. She had a problem with comprehension.She hadn't reacted the way I had expected, and I was a bit impressed.She wanted to know about my kind, to know whether we were going to drain her. Well, she was wrong about that because she was my pet, and I wasn't letting her go.Her blood was pure and sweet and could get addictive. I wanted all of it, to the last drop. I should have bled her in a bag instead of consuming it all at once.I would need it in the next three days, and I was sure that I would get it."You're smiling." She muttered and I stared at her in annoyance. If only she knew my thoughts, she would run for her life. I was tired of te
Naomi's POVMy eyes fluttered open when I smelt the distinctive smell of my captor or buyer. I think the befitting title was buyer because there was a way he was acting that made me feel very anxious. If I wasn't scared of him before, seeing the amount of people he had in this disgusting area made me change my mind. He was very wicked, if I did say so myself. I would rather have nothing to do than remain in this godforsaken hellhole.He took long strides toward me while I managed not to expel my intestines. "I see that you have become calmer. I know that it's not always easy seeing what you know right now. How do you feel?" He inquired, but I felt like bashing his face against a wall and redesigning everything that I knew about him.That was if I had the strength. I don't want to have to see this man anymore. After draining me, he took me to a slaughterhouse slash dumping site. The smell emanating from each cell was enough to cause me to puke out my intestine.Did anyone know that he
Naomi's POVThe next thing I heard was the sound that was becoming very familiar after being in there for too long. The sound of the monitors beeping loudly and all I could do was to just relax and stop moving. Having been in a state where one's life and everything about one wasn't intact, the best thing that one could do for him or herself was to just take life as it came."She's not responding to treatment." I heard an unfamiliar voice say. I was tempted to mutter that I was awake and could hear them, but I decided against it because it was better that way for me than to tell him that I was alive. He might want to bleed me more.The funny thing was that I wondered why they didn't know. The heart monitor should have been normalized by now unless there was something wrong that I wasn't aware of or something else that's stopping me from actually being awake. "I need to feed. I don't care if she's awake or not. It's even preferable that she's under the meds because that bitch is a piec
Lucian's PovYears had elapsed since Deluna’s fall, and despite the wounds of war, the world had begun healing. What once had been a country full of tyranny and fright lived with hope in its heart. Vampires, living under Deluna’s tyranny, were free at long, long last. And I, with Naomi, had sworn ourselves to seeing freedom stretch to each and every soul yet living in shackles. We fought together, forging alliances, destroying whatever of Deluna’s corrupt empire lay in its path, and providing refuge and protection to souls that lived for too long in misery and agony. And yet, even with all that we accomplished, the greatest transformation hadn’t been in the world at all—it had been in me. Naomi tamed my rougher corners, taught me in virtue of love, in hope, and most of all, in the fact that redemption existed. And I, seeing her sit out on our balcony, in sunlight and in gold, bathing in sunlight, I saw that my greatest purpose no longer lay in commanding a people, but in protectin
Naomi’s PovThe battlefield hung in a dead, matted quiet. Once, with a reek of death and sorcery, but now with a mere whisper of wind, it breathed. The sky, which was shrouded in Deluna’s shadow, seemed lighter.I turned and looked around us, and saw the faces of my companions who fought with us. Some I recognized, scarred in battle, with looks of both loss and relief etched onto them. Others… Others were not with me.Travis.Alexander.Bane.They'd gone, some dead, and gone, whose fate I could not say. But one reality I could not deny is that those who fought with Deluna, who fought to maintain Deluna’s tyranny, died with her.Some of them, perhaps, still lay in shadows, but if ever again… They'd have to answer to us.I breathed out, a slow, deep one.Lucian, noting my hesitation, stroked my hair behind my ear, out of my face. His fingers were rough but kind, a reminder of battles won, of wars won, and of love won in choosing him."We did it," he whispered, eyes bloodshot and intent
Lucian's PovThe seconds ticked in slow motion as I saw Naomi’s delicate form move towards me. The whole scenario seemed dreamlike, a nightmare I couldn’t awaken from. And then, in a matter of a split second, her form collapsed onto the ground. Everything else melted, my eyes refocusing onto Naomi's dying form at my feet. My heart thudded savagely in my chest, a thudding beat drowning out everything else. "No… Naomi…" I faltered, dropping onto my knees at her side, my shaking hands extending out towards her. “No, no, no. This can't happen.” I touched her face, and her face was dispiritedly cool to my fingertips. Something deep and suffocating took over, its talons closing in my heart. Her eyes shut, her mouth a little apart, but no sign of life moved in them. My voice died in my mouth, taken over with horror. "How far are you willing to go, Deluna?"A faint echo of laughter sounded over my head, Deluna’s mocking laughter, sharp and cutting and rough-edged, like broken glass. How
Naomi’s PovThe battlefield lay covered in shadow, thick with smoke, burning wood, blood, and residues of lingering magic. Under my feet, the earth shuddered minutely, unsure whether this war had actually reached its conclusion. Deluna was a distance of a few feet, her black cloak fluttering a little in the evening breeze, her eyes squinted in observation of me. She yet seemed powerful, untouched by events transpired about her. But I could detect it now, the tiniest tremble of doubt in her eyes. She was starting to understand. Understand that she wasn't as unscathed as she long convinced herself to believe. I breathed in, slow and deliberate, then moved to speak. "What request?" Deluna questioned me, with a taint of distrust in her voice. I jerked my head, raising my chin a notch. "What way would you like to breathe your last?" Her mouth twisted in a cold sneer, but I could detect tension in her shoulder. "You can't do that," she taunted me. I took a pace in her direction. "I
Lucian’s PovI'd long been convinced wickedness took a face and one I'd seen in both monsters and in men, too. But tonight, with dusk consumed and sunset gone, I saw an atrocity that challenged my definitions of wickedness and forced me to redefine them. I'd seen evil I could hardly have dreamed in my most fevered imagination.The sky wasn't at its radiant best, but one contrast alone remained: one silver glow of the moon painted everything with an eerie, dark radiance, and I could almost feel its vigor. I kept moving onward, a burning fury in my heart burning brighter with each pace I took. "Your face, moon," I whispered in a snarl of anger, "tonight, your face bore witness to my friend’s murder." Travis’s dying memories looped in my head forever: laughter, soft comforts, and a shocked cry of betrayal that took him from me. I hadn't seen him coming.Travis, a man who firmly insisted wicked souls bore a glimmer of virtue, lay dead, robbed of life at our hands through a wickedness I co
Deluna’s PovDid I just kill Travis? The question echoed in my mind as I stood in the middle of the battle, blood on the floor. The taste of blood and regret was in my mouth, and I could barely breathe. The silence after the fight was louder than all the noise before.I staggered back, my limbs trembling as I tried to steady myself against a shattered column. Every heartbeat throbbed in my ears, a cruel metronome marking the passing of a moment I could never undo. The pain consumed me deeply; it was as though the very essence of my soul was being torn apart. I felt as if I might die from the weight of my own remorse.For a long while, I recalled our fight. Travis, even in his final moments, had pressed me with questions that now haunted my every thought. His eyes, full of anguish and bitter disappointment, burned into me as though searing my skin. I could still hear his voice in the clamor of my memories: "Why did you do all this, Deluna?" he had demanded, his tone a mixture of sorr
Naomi's PovMy pleas were swallowed by the chaos around us. Amidst the din of battle and the cries of wounded men, I could only hear my own heart breaking. I remembered Travis’s promise from earlier, a promise made with a laugh and a spark of defiant joy. I remembered how he had vowed to come back victorious. And now, that promise lay shattered like glass on cold stone.Lucian looked into my eyes, and for a moment, the anger in his gaze shifted to sadness. "Naomi," he said softly, "we can't bring him back, but we can make sure his sacrifice wasn't wasted." His words felt like both a blessing and a burden. A reminder that this war's cost was counted in blood and lost love.The thought of Deluna, the traitorous witch who caused Travis’s death made me burn with a need for revenge. "Where is she, Lucian?" I demanded, voice trembling with a mix of anger and despair. "I must face her. I must know why she did this. I want her to answer for Travis’s death!"Lucian’s eyes darkened further, and
Naomi’s Pov"Wake me up, someone, please wake me up!"My voice echoed through the pain, like I was calling out to a bad dream. I blinked at the bright light, tasting blood and sweat in my mouth. Everything around me was a blur of red and shadow. I could barely remember the morning, only broken memories of the night before the screams, the clash of steel, and the grief still twisting in my chest."Travis...?" I whispered, my voice breaking. My mind spun with disbelief. Travis Scott, my dearest friend, the one who had always been there to watch my back, to make me laugh even in our darkest moments, was gone. Gone, as if snatched away by some cruel fate. And all because of this cursed war and the betrayal that has splintered our lives. I pressed trembling fingers to my lips, tasting the bitter tang of my own tears. "How… how can this be?" My heart pounded painfully against my rib cage, each beat a reminder of the promise he had made earlier that day. I remembered the way his eyes had sp
Lucian’s PovDeluna’s voice echoed through the hall like a death knell. With her dark eyes burning, and her words laced with venom, she had suddenly declared war in the grand dining hall. “Kill them all, bring Naomi to me!” she roared, her command reverberating off the bloodstained walls. My heart thundered as I took in the chaos. The hall transformed into a nightmarish tableau: broken bodies strewn across the flagstones, heads severed, and crimson pools of blood pooling around fallen soldiers.“Has she forgotten who she’s dealing with?” I spat internally, anger coiling inside. I was not merely a man. I was a rabid vampire warrior fueled by vengeance and duty. I could not let Deluna’s treachery stand.I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the din. “Deluna, face me!” I demanded, halting her advance with my challenge. For a brief, electrifying moment, her eyes widened in astonishment, as if she had not expected me to stand so defiant. It was then that I realized how much our fates