Thread: In the Service of Vampires [ Solumn Laughter and Ezralora ]

Her parents had thought themselves blessed when their daughter had been chosen to be turned. With their only child chosen one would have thought that theyd been on Cloud 9. For the most part, humans were free, if one could consider themselves free when they were required to give a portion of their blood every few months, having to be sanctioned to travel without a vampire escort, or being heavily policed by the vampires who now oversaw society free. Their existence was finite, though, and it was fairly rare for humans to be chosen any longer to transition. In her own short life, Mila knew of less than twenty people in her small town who had been chosen in all those years, whisked away in the dead of night to be prepared in the nearby city for their transformation into an immortal creature of the night. Mila wondered if her parents would be as proud of her if they knew what kind of vampire shed been chosen to be turned into. Though, with her having been chosen she doubted they really cared much as for the rest of their lives they would live in luxury compared to the majority of the humans in their town. Still, she wondered if they had known what type of vampire she was to be made into, or if theyd cared. After all, before she'd been taken and after she'd been chosen, the Vampire Magistrate had met with them in private. There was a very real possibility they'd known and still let her go to the fate the vampires had in store for her. While humans could be owned and traded if they bartered their lives with that of vampires--there had been many a human thinking to get a better lot in life and sell themselves into the service of a vampire--there was only one vampire bloodline that was created for the sole purpose of serving their kin. The Servus Bloodline was a bloodline that could never fully cross the threshold from life to death and become a truly undead creature as all other vampires were. Instead, their blood held them somewhere between life and death, gaining only a portion of vampiric abilities and maintaining many of their human weaknesses if to a lesser extent. They were weak but not as weak or slow as a human, able to regenerate but another vampire might recover from in minutes might take their kind a day. Most importantly was the blood tie that they would be forced to form that served a two fold purpose, since they were between life and death kept them anchored enough to death as to never age, but most importantly it ensured that the vampire they were bound to could exert their control over them with a little effort and focus. All of this knowledge and the fact that her blood was now even more nourishing to other vampires had been bestowed upon Mila after shed survived the turning, a painful process which she learned usually would end up with a dead human rather than a changed vampire. Her own turning had been an awful thing which had made her feel like she was freezing and burning to death all at once, for hours. They hadnt prepared her for it, they hadnt told her what bloodline shed been chosen for or that only one in every eight survived. There had especially been no warning that she was now, in every sense, a slave to whomever would bind her to them. Apparently some humans had killed themselves rather than find themselves in an eternal servitude, so theyd stopped preparing anyone for what would lie ahead. Shivering at the memory of her own transformation and the cold all around her, Mila attempted to close her eyes and not think too hard about her surroundings. It wasnt easy, though, as she heard the newest girl, a Servus Vampire as well, begin to cry in the holding room next to her. Mila had done much the same only a week ago when the true horror of what had happened to her had sunk in. After all, here she was in a government sanctioned 'vendor' of Servus vampires, be sold off like some puppy in a window. And that really was what she felt like, though she imagined a dog felt far less humiliated. The cells were made of some sort of white concrete that she had been told was reinforced so her kind would be incapable of breaking it. A metal table which she was laying on was the only furniture in the cell, heavily welded hooks lined both below on the bench and above into the concrete, allowing for a Servus to be bound down for inspection by a patron should the need arise. The front on the cells were glass, heavily reinforced and she had been told it was unbreakable but also knew that if she tried to touch it the collar around her neck would send electrical current enough to make her fall back. Needless to say shed only made that mistake once. There was no privacy and there was no escape. Both the facility itself and metallic rings around her neck and legs ensured that. Shed already been prepared by the vampires that owned the facility, let out for brief moments to be cleaned, given the opportunity to relieve herself though she found she rarely needed to but for perhaps once a day and dressed, though she really wouldnt have called what they had her in as clothes. The white corset that lifted already large breasts high on her chest while still leaving her nipples bare and cold. She had wondered at why theyd chosen white for her when the other two Servus shed seen were in different colors but had found out it was a color coding system listing her as both a virgin and never bound to a master vampire. Even the small g-string she wore was white. The white made her skin which she had once thought pale glow with its own soft tan that would one day fade. Her brunette hair had been braided back leaving nothing for her to hide behind. She wore no other clothing. There was a small ringing sound and Mila opened her eyes, considering for a moment ignoring it but remembering shed just be zapped from the collar and forced up. She sighed, standing up and moving to present herself in front of the window. There was a buyer coming and the owner wanted them all ready to present themselves. Up front all of you, hands behind your back, the owners voice through the speaker. She did hesitated, looking at the camera that had a perfect view of her cell and glared defiance for only half a heartbeat, she could feel the tingle start at her neck, a soft vibration at first which warned of the pain to come. Sighing and shaking her head, she put her hands behind her back and felt the two metal rings around her wrists magnetize and the two rings locked together with surprising force holding her arms there. Good, I expect your best behavior. She knew what would happen then, the vampire who had come would be led through, the owner pointing out any outstanding feature of those he held and the vampire in question would inspect each one with critical eyes before choosing. There hadnt been many in the time shed been here, and when one of the few visitors had shown interest in her and shed been taken out of her cell, shed seen why. Beside each of their cells was a small LED screen with each girls age since being turned, who had previously bonded with them if any, and how much they cost. Even with Milas limited understanding of funds in the vampire realm, she knew the prices were a small fortune. Still, there had been been enough vampires coming through with their critical eyes looking over her in a way that said they were imagining her without the minuscule clothing she was forced to wear and she didnt know if she could take another vampire looking her over like she was even less than the human she had once been, which to some extent she was. Her green eyes closed, attempting to block out the sounds around her, waiting for whoever this next person was to pick or leave, or both.