Chapter 3 Sold To A Blood Sucker

• Gabriella POV
• I looked around and saw a group of boys and girls seated, waiting to be called for bidding. Among them was my best friend Daphne. Daphne Ramiro, with her fair complexion, tall frame, long brown hair, and brown eyes similar to mine, though mine had a unique touch.
• "Daphne," I called out.
• She rushed over and embraced me, starting to vent her frustrations. "Typical Daphne."
• "Gabby, I hate this life. I can't believe we're about to embark on our journey as slaves," she cried.
• I patted her back and brushed her hair gently with my fingers. "Everything will be fine."
• "Hey, you!" a short and plump woman pointed at me. "Come over here," she called.
• "What do you want? Isn't kidnapping me enough?" I questioned as she approached me.
• She raised her hand and delivered a resounding slap. "Too many slaps in one day."
• "You're so rude," she said, then continued, "I'm Madam Ruth, the lady in charge of the auction house."
• "Sounds like a maid to me," I replied, rolling my eyes.
• She pulled me by the hair towards a mirror. "You need to learn some manners, slut, or you'll be killed."
• "I don't care, asshole," I smirked at her. She facepalmed herself, probably tired of my attitude.
• "I won't hurt your face again because you're pretty and would attract a lot of money. Sit down, I need to do your makeup," Madam Ruth pointed to a chair.
• I burst into laughter, capturing everyone's attention. When I finished laughing, I faced her and pointed a finger at her face. "Just so you know, I refuse to doll myself up to be sold to those bloodsucking monsters."
• "Remove your finger from my face, or I'll cut it off," she threatened.
• I smiled and removed my finger, not because I felt threatened, but because the conversation was becoming boring. "This is the world you live in, young lady. You can't change it," Madam Ruth told me, pointing to everyone in the room. "Your destiny is in the hands of your masters. And as for you, I bet you won't last a day with that mouth of yours."
• "Well, good luck with your wish," I replied to her. She scoffed and walked away, probably tired of me. I returned to Daphne, who was still crying. "My best friend is weak."
• "Gabby, please learn to control your anger, or they'll kill you," she pleaded.
• "I don't give a damn, Daphne. I'd rather die than become a slave to those bloodsuckers," I told her, taking a seat.
• "Hello, girls," a red-haired girl walked up to us and sat beside us. "I saw what you did earlier. I'm Victoria."
• "I'm Gabriella, and this is my friend Daphne," I introduced.
• "Hi," Daphne waved at her, and Victoria waved back.
• "You're really pretty, Gabriella. I bet you'll be chosen by some lovely and wealthy vampires," Victoria said, staring at me.
• "Really? I'm pretty," I thought silently. "Who cares? I don't want to be chosen by those bloodsucking demons."
• "Everyone, please come now for your tags. I repeat, everyone should come now for their tags," a voice announced.
• "Girls, I think it's time to face our destiny," Victoria said, standing up.
• They began handing out tags, and I received number 30. As we stood, waiting for our turns, a group of guards walked past us and mocked me.
• "This place is for the high class. At least put on some makeup," they jeered.
• "Are you fucking stupid, or do you lack any sense at all?" I retorted. Daphne pinched me to stop me from talking, but I wasn't going to back down. "Scram," I said to them. They just laughed and walked away. "Fools."
• "Gabriella, please learn to control your anger," she whispered.
• "I don't give up, Daphne. You should know that by now," I told her. They continued calling names, and when it was Daphne's turn, she gave me a final hug and walked to the stage. I heard the speaker introducing her, and then I heard the word "sold" to Royal Prince Kyle. "Goodbye, Daphne."I muttered.
• "Gabriella Monet," they called, but I refused to move until some guards pushed me onto the auction stage. The bright lights almost blinded me as I walked to the center.
• "She's a beauty, isn't she?" the speaker said, and the vampires cheered. I couldn't see the vampires from where I stood because of the blinding light, but I knew I was in a room filled with them.
• "Gabriella Monet, 20 years old, a virgin, and a rare blood type AB negative. Let the bidding begin," he announced.
• "$80,000."
• "$120,000."
• "$300,000."
• Rage consumed me as the vampires bid on me like I was an object. I rushed to the speaker and grabbed the microphone from him.
• "Shut the fuck up, all of you!" I shouted, and the hall fell silent. "You're all crazy. Do I look like some item to be sold? You all need a serious reality check to find your humanity," the vampires murmured among themselves. "Shut up, you..." I didn't get to finish my speech as two guards kicked me. The microphone fell from my hand to the floor.
• One of them slapped me, and the other kicked me hard in the stomach. Blood emerged from my mouth due to the kick. The announcer picked up the microphone and laughed at my situation. "You need to learn some manners, girl. If not for your beauty, I would have ordered you killed."
• I sat up, wiping the blood off my mouth. "Why don't you go to hell, asshole?" I kicked again, but I didn't back down. "All of you should go to hell!" I yelled. I was about to get kicked again when a voice intervened.
• "Stop! I'll buy her for 100 million dollars," someone said from the crowd and walked to the stage.
• I looked up at the buyer and frowned. "Who the hell wastes so much money on someone like me? Maybe someone dumb," I thought.
• The buyer smirked as if he had heard my thoughts. He was tall, and from where he stood, I could see his muscular frame bulging out of the tuxedo he wore.
• "She's a handful, my prince. Can you handle her?" the speaker asked, looking at me.
• "So he's a prince. Screw him," I muttered.
• The prince looked at me again and smiled. "I can handle her," he replied.
• "Sold to Prince Slade," the speaker announced.
• "Time to go, slave," he pulled me up, but I pushed his hand away.
• "I told you she's a pain in the neck," the speaker said.
• "Don't worry, I can deal with her. Connor!" the prince called a guy beside him.
• "Yes, my prince," he bowed.
• "Take her to the car," he ordered. Two guards pulled me outside the auction into a white limo. The prince entered and sat down beside me.
• "Hey, Mr. Driver guy, where are you taking me?" I wiped the blood that was trailing down my lips and faced the driver.
• "My name is Connor, not Mr. Driver guy," the driver replied.
• "Who cares?" I scoffed and turned to face the prince, who stared at me like a lost puppy. "What? Happy that I have blood on my lips?"
• "Is your name Bianca?"
• "Ask Mr. Driver guy," the prince slapped my face, which was already bruised from too much slapping. "How dare you, sucker?" I yelled.
• "You don't talk to me anyhow, slave. I'm the prince of all vampires and your master. I demand some respect!" he shouted.
• "Are you talking to me or Mr. Driver guy? Get respect from your freaking brain, prince..."
• The prince stared at me again and smiled, as if he had won a prize or something. "Stop staring at me like a dummy, prince," I told him. He held my neck, causing me to choke, and shouted in my face.
• "You're going to face some punishment, Bianca, if you don't learn some respect."
• I looked at him and spat on his face. He let go of my neck to touch his face."Well, I don't care about respect because I suck at that, and my name is not Bianca, prince..."
• The prince screamed as his eyes turned golden, his fangs came out, and he pulled me closer, staring at my neck. He sniffed me before sinking his fangs into my neck. I let out a deafening scream and tried to push him off me. "Let me go!" I screamed and struggled, but he was too strong. He sucked my blood like some chocolate drink and I couldn't keep my eyes open as my vision became blurry, and eventually, I blacked out.