The Moonlit Desires: Bound by Blood

Emma

Finally, the night that the slave girls all glorified and anticipated had arrived. But amidst the excitement, I don’t know if I am the only one who is not feeling the vibes. As I stood there, I couldn’t shake off the voice I had heard in my head a few days ago, echoing through the hallways. It lingered in my thoughts, leaving me puzzled and searching for answers.

It was a manly voice though since that day, I haven’t heard it again but still……..

Still in my thoughts, suddenly the door swung open, revealing the one person I despise to the core: Serena. In my mind, I’ve given her the name “The beautiful wicked pale vampire sadist.”

I watched her closely as she seriously scanned the room, carefully checking the list in her hand and comparing it to the chosen slaves. Our eyes met, and I couldn’t help but scowl at her. However, my reaction only seemed to invite a look of disgust from her.

“I noticed that your name is not on the list,” she said, a devilish smirk playing on her lips as she approached me. Her eyes roamed over my body, causing a sense of unease to wash over me.

“Yes,” I managed to voice out, not bothering to hide the resentment in my tone.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

And that seemed to intensify her reaction more, with her glaring at me even more and showing clear disdain. Alma subtly nudged my shoulder, trying to get my attention, but I paid her no mind. I knew deep down that this wasn’t where I belonged, and I had no intention of staying indefinitely. Even if they were to take my life, I would be losing nothing.

“So sad, you could have fetched a lot of income,” she snarled, her words dripping with contempt. She turned away from me, taking a few steps away. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes in response. Ignoring her, I watched as she called out to the other slaves, announcing that their names were on the list she held in her hand.

“Look as beautiful as you can tonight, this is the only night that you are privileged to be free in five years,” she addressed them, her tone filled with superiority. She inspected their dresses, which I personally found to be quite inappropriate. They were skimpy and overly revealing. It saddened me to see the girls so excited about it. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh, shaking my head in disappointment.

Alma’s expression conveyed sadness, and I knew exactly why. I couldn’t help but wonder what made this event so important. It seemed like nothing more than a transaction, a business exchange where the promise of a better life on the other side was far from guaranteed. I glanced at Alma, but I didn’t give her the reaction she was hoping for. Instead, I kept my gaze fixed on the seemingly dull but excited slaves.

As I watched Serena address the girls, a pang of uncertainty washed over me. Would there ever be a day when my name would appear on that formidable list in her hand? The thought made me scowl. I couldn’t imagine being ready for a life like that.

“I wish I were among them,” I cleared my throat, pretending not to hear Alma’s words beside me. “It has been my biggest desire for years to be part of this event. But it seems like it’s always just out of reach. And here I am, still stuck here.” She grumbled, letting out a frustrated sigh.

Really?

I quickly turned my head towards her, taken aback by her words. Her biggest desire? To be sold and thrown into another uncertain life… another form of slavery? How could anyone wish for that? It baffled me. I desperately wanted to shake some sense into these girls, especially the one sulking beside me with her foolish desires.

But suddenly Serena’s loud voice pulled me back to the present.

“Get ready and start leaving the building. Today marks your freedom from the vampire king’s territory!” Her voice echoed through the entire place. The disgust and irritation in her tone were quick to be detected.

Everyone stood up, we began to make our way out of the creepy building, one after the other. The chosen girls were the first to leave, followed by the rest of us who were not selected. Five fearsome vampire men stood by the door, their eyes fixed on us as we made our way to the door. I trailed behind Alma, who was sulking and murmuring to herself in frustration.

We walked out and were guided into the ceremonial hall. As we stepped inside, I clung onto Alma’s clothes to steady myself. The disco lights were spinning, casting a dim glow of blue and green throughout the room. I glanced upwards and noticed that the hall was packed with people. At the head table, a group of men dressed casually sat, exuding an air of influence. I couldn’t resist leaning closer to Alma, whispering in her ear.

“Who are these men at the head table?”

“The men who will be buying them tonight,” she responded nonchalantly as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“What?” I whispered back, my voice filled with surprise. The chosen girls were led to line up in front of the stage facing those men, while the rest of us were directed to the other end of the hall, towards the back. I looked around, scanning the room, but couldn’t spot the usual vampire king.

“Where is their king?” I whispered into her ear, our eyes fixed on the stage before us.

“You mean King Alessandro?”

I nodded in agreement, letting out a sigh. “He won’t be coming,” she muttered under her breath.

“Why?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. For this kind of transaction, shouldn’t their leader be here? It’s just business, after all!

“According to the rumor, he never attends these gatherings, and nobody knows what he looks like,” she retorted. “And I’ve heard he’s an ugly creature.”

Ugly? Really? My eyebrows raised in surprise, stupid rumors. That man was anything but ugly. He looked like a Greek god, a masterpiece of perfection and sinfully crafted.

Fuck…!

“Snap out of it, please,” I murmured to myself, pleading. I can’t possibly be ogling over a monster. Come on, Emma, you’re better than this.

I let out a sigh, shaking my head in disbelief. Sometimes, I just can’t trust my body reaction, especially when I’m around him or thinking about him. It’s so confusing.

Suddenly, the front door swung open, capturing everyone’s attention and filling the room with silence. Three men entered, exuding an aura of authority that demanded respect. The crowd began to murmur and whisper, especially from the girls.

Who are they? I strained my eyes, attempting to make out their faces in the dimly lit hall, crowding with a sea of people.