Unwilling Present

"Vampyr! Come down here please, sweetheart, we need to talk to you about something important."

'Oh... great, they're pretending to care again. We must have guests...' The girl thought, running a hand through her hair tiredly. At least they used to name she preferred to be called by, her birthname, Carmen, was one she disliked greatly. The young girl stood fully, walking infront of the full length mirror that hung on her white wall. She looked perfect, gorgeous, a life like doll.

Her make-up was incredible, untouched and wild. The clothes she wore fit her figure like a glove, the style of the clothing quite intimidating. By no means was she a hardcore girl, she just dressed like it because she was told to. If it was up to her, her attire would be a little less intimidating and far less revealing.

The corset top she wore had a red skull over the right breast, and the back where it laced up showed off a bit of her porcelain skin. Her pants were tight, hugging her body completely, all the way down to her ankles. She couldn't say they were comfortable, but they were far better than the skirts supplied in her closet that barely covered her ass. She wore no shoes on her feet, as you weren't allowed to walk on the white carpet with dirty shoes. It would dirty the expensive carpet, and that was a very bad thing.

Her make-up really was quite shocking, well, in her view, at least. Her green eyes were rimmed in a thick, black eyeliner, then a red eyeshadow around that to give her a darker look. Her lips were painted blood red, standin out brightly against her pale skin. She was simply gorgeous, something that could make any boy drool, imagining what lay beneath the clothing.

"Carmen! Come down here now!"

That voice again, obviously believing that the teenager was ignoring them. In a way, she was, but she had every intention of walking down the stairs after she inspected herself. Perfection needed to be found if she wanted to avoid a harsh punishment once the guest left.

She wasn't a daughter to them. She was an item. Something to possess or give away. To use or throw away.
That's why she constantly did everything she was told, never talking back and biting her tongue whenever she felt the urge.

Finally, she slipped past the heavy metal door, quickly padding down the soft stairs and emerging into the living room. Immiediately her gaze looking at the two men sitting on the couch that faced her. She forced a sweet smile, nodding to them in greeting before looking to the man and woman she called her parents. Pft. "You called, father? What is it you need?" Her voice was soft, sultry, and quite submissive sounding and she didn't dare look them in the eye, her gaze glued to the ground now.

"Yes, dear Carmen, ou were called down here for a reason. You are now property of my son, Zombie. Your parents have given you to us as a peace treaty, and you have no say in this so don't even think of opening your mouth. You need not bother packing your things, as we will get you all of the supplies you need."

His son stood, his surprising height of over six feet towering over her small, five foot frame. Yes, she was small, but she did not mind. Apparantly, she was bred to be small, bred for such a purpose as this. Her green eyes were almost catlike, and the tips of her ears slightly pointed.

Her parents were scientists, one that had been working on creating a breed of humans to be used for the soul purpose of being anothers pet, companion if you will. Her appearance was that of a sixteen year old girl, but her atual age was about three years old. She was the first to have ever been made, and still was the only one so far. Her parents had give the procedure on how to make one of these to a local manufacturing plant, and they were soon to release a whole flood of them. Soon, her type of human would be everywhere, and the fact they were still normal, functioning human beings made it even more fun.

They were bred to be used, their tolerance for pain much higher, their senses sharpened, and their DNA mixed with that of the breed of animal requested by the buyer. She was a cat, of course, her reflexes superb but her ability to injure another gone. She was declawed, in a sense. She was a harmless creature to those around her, making her perfect for the uses that her master desired. Of course, like every teenager she was a rebel, apparantly exactly what the twenty year old boy that owned her now wanted. She wasn't sure of what his plans with her were yet, but she almost feared them.

He wasn't going to hurt her, was he?

"Thank you for doing business with us, Mr. Zerote, but my wife and I are very tired and we would like to retire to sleep." Her father smiled as the father and son stood, the son quicky curling his fingers around Carmen's arm. "I hope you enjoy dear Vampyr, treat her nicely, please, she is an original." And with that, the two left, Zombie dragging the girl behind him despite her mewls of protest. It hurt, and she was trying to make that clear.

He didn't seem to care, merely tightening his grip and causing her mewls of pain to become louder. She lagged behind as he tugged her, not caring about that either. If she was going to need to be pulled, then she would, this girl would have to learn who her master is sometime, and eventually she'd be putty in his hands. She'd be the perfect pet.

As soon as they stepped outside, Mr. Zerote disappeared into a stretch limo, the machine lifting and disappearing into the night. Another pulled up, but this limo was pure white, and the driver opened the door. Vampyr was pushed inside roughly, landing on her stomach on the floor.

Zombie followed in quickly, sitting down normally as the girl sat up on her knees, looking up at him, resembling a puppy that had been kicked too much. Of course, in this case she was a cat, tearing brimming in her eyes. One would think she'd be a whole lot tougher considering her appearance, was she wasn't. She was all fluff, and she merely wanted to be cuddled and taken care of gently and with love by someone she trusted. Not feared.

His expression didn't falter as he stared down at her, studying the young girl as she stumbled to her feet with the intentions of sitting down beside him, but the sudden jerk of the craft they were in shocked her and caused her to fall into his lap. Instead of moving, she merely gave a small whimper, closing her eyes as if expecting to be hit for her mistake. Instead, she felt arms circle around her waist gently, causing her eyes to snap open and her pupils dilate fearfully.

"N-no! Let me go! Please!" She whimpered, shifting around in her spot as the tears in her eyes came back, this time threatening to fall. "I won't do it again! Just don't hurt me!" She mewled as he pulled her tighter against him, a smile forming on his lips.

"Oh... I won't be hurting you, my pet..."

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I expect you all review for all my hard work in typing this damned story.

I do love it though.
I'm not too fond of this chapter, I feel like it's rushing, but I guess my anticipation to get the beginning over with effected my writing.
Sorry loves, I'll get around to editing it one day.

Seriously, tell me what you think of it.
I'd love you forever.


Peaches and Kisses,
Dark~~