Queen Of Sins: Vampire Reverse Harem Book 1

SERA'S POV

“Get up.”

The woman screams, her raw voice echoing in the glass chamber. I swallow a noise in the back of my throat and help the little girl up, my chains heavy.

“We are late,” the woman hisses, “you know how much he hates lateness.”

Oh do I not know, I thought, stepping into the bathroom, cold water immediately hitting my head, forcing my eyes closed. I feel a push on my shoulder, a sign to step out for the next person and I move backwards, standing naked in the room as we are pushed to the next room, wet soaked bodies shaking from something worse than the cold.

I stood still, allowing the green tonic to be put on my head. The corset is laced right, causing me to suck in my growling stomach, a heavy pit in it. Next to me, the other girls go through the same things, long green gowns that touch the floor, tight corsets to suck the life out of us more, heavy douses of perfume…to mask our fear.

Afterall, they loved to pretend we were willing.

The girl standing next to me is shaking more than usual, her teeth chattering. I close my eyes, willing the noise to stop, yet, I cannot suppress mine.

Five years of this.

Five years of being beaten, clothed, fed on. Five years since I had to become someone else, since I had to blend in with the crowd, so I do not end up like them.

Five years since the monsters killed my family and took my sister. Five years, since I had to become a blood bag to survive, a meal for the same monsters that took my joy from me.

Soon, I promised myself for the millionth time, soon, I would spill their blood and drain them, the same way they did to my family.

“Alright,” the woman shouted, causing my head to snap up. She was resting against her cane, and as she walked past me, I felt like kicking it, watching her hip fail and laughing as she crashed to the floor.

Instead, I settle for digging my nails into my palms. “Up,up,” she instructs, pushing us out of the small room. We walked in a straight line, our heads bowed.

The only thing I could see was my feet, peeking out of the ugly green dress. Soon, I feel the cold air of the night hit me, and I glance up, watching calmly.

The sky is red, the moon barely giving us light. I can hear their laughter all the way from here, powerful beings that ruled the world, that made us their slaves and food, bought and killed us like we were just meat.

Vampires.

The young girl with the chattering teeth fell to the ground. “Please,” she cried, her make-up running down her face. “I want my mama. Please don't do this to me.”

Unlucky soul.

“Who is that bastard?” My spine froze as a handler’s voice boomed, walking towards us. It is not enough to make her stop though, rather, her wails grow louder. “Who dares to cry?” He asked again, finally coming into view, a whip attached to the belt wrapped around his waist.

He found her easily, his eyes growing dark. “How dare you?” He hissed, stepping towards her. She is still on the ground, her face in her hands, her body shaking from her tears. “Get up,” he commands, kicking her. He took off the whip, the one I was so familiar with, and raised it up, curling it in the night sky like a snake prepared to bite.

Before I could stop myself, I stood in front of her. “Damaged goods sell for less,” I muttered, keeping my head low. “If you hit her now, it will definitely leave marks.”

The angry handler breathes out like an ox, and slowly his hand comes down. “Get her up bitch,” he hissed in my face, backing off. I watched him drag the first girl in the line, her feet barely touching the wooden stairs as she was taken up to the Auction.

“Thank you.”

I turned to the girl on the floor. Her tears seemed to have stopped now, but her face was ruined with black marks running down her face. Her dark brown hair tumbled down her neck, and suddenly, I am staring into the eyes of my love, the one snatched away from me.

“Sera,” Elena screamed, tears running down her face. “Don’t leave me, Sera please.”

I closed my eyes, shutting it down fast. “Up,” I hissed, turning away. She scrambled up behind me and I stood back in my place, a small smirk lifting my lips. I could still do something, I laughed.

Even though it did not matter. Because she was dead. She had to be, if not, I refused to imagine the horror they would have inflicted on her.

My poor baby sister.

Soon, the handler’s hand wrapped around my forearm, pulling me up. My head is low, a symbol of fear, but I peek at them beneath my lashes.

They are more beautiful than I even imagine, their faces imprinted in my mind. Small eyes twinkling like the diamonds on their neck and hands, robes screaming wealth, words spoken with a slight musical whimsy, all to hide what they truly were.

Monsters that destroyed everything in their path. That plundered and killed and tore families in their wake, that they did not care about killing a young girl's parents in front of her.

I closed my eyes again, sucking in my hollow stomach. I would get my revenge, one way or the other. I had to, for them to finally rest in peace.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the Blood Moon Auction,” the auctioneer said, his voice causing the noise to come to a still. “Again, I present you with another fine specimen.”

He grabbed my chin and lifted my head up, the pain almost causing me to lose the cool demeanor I held. I stared at the dark sky, his green eyes peeking down at me. “Soft lips,” he spoke, a thumb on my mouth, “delectable skin, long gorgeous hair,” he smiled, running his palm through my hair.

“But most importantly,” he turned towards them, “her blood.”

He lifted my right palm in the air. I don't flinch when I feel the skin split open, blood pouring from it to the ground.

As the moonlight hid the blood on my palm, it shone silver.

“Great Heavens,” the auctioneer said, squeezing harder. “Catalyst,” he screamed, his face red.