What Shall It Be? by K.B. Torres (books for new readers TXT) 📕

know him, and he's hitting on me.
"Deal." Zachary said, shrugging nonchalantly. "She's not much fun. She does as you say, without any ifs ands or buts. Have fun, and get the hell away from here."
Zachary turned away, sitting at the table filled with plates and sudoku puzzles. He held his head, as he bore down at the paper.
"Go on, leave!" He snapped.
Ragnor, grinning a devilish smile, stalked up, grabbing my wrists. I struggled, pushing at him.
"Let me go! Let me have a say in this! I'm not a damn slave!" I cried, as Ragnor dragged me out, into the sunlight, after shoving sunglasses on my eyes. I expected to burn up, for I was told vampires burn to ashes in the sun. I didn't burn. I wasn't even warm.
"Come on." Ragnor said, attempting to drag me.
"No!" I cried, digging my feet into the ground.
Ragnor yanked me one more time, causing me to stagger into him. He bent down, sinking his teeth into my neck, drinking my blood. I gasped, before moaning in pleasure. My eyelids grew heavy, and it became a battle to stay awake while Ragnor drank me. I fell asleep with Ragnor at my neck.
My Slave, My Darling Lover Slave

Aliette

I awoke in a mansion room. The walls were painted a burgundy, with silhouettes along the walls. There was a fire crackling in the hearth, keeping the room warm. I was lying in a Cal King bed, with yellow and maroon blankets. I fingered the nightgown I had. It was rather short, the hem barely covering my butt. The neckline was low cut, nearly showing my bra. I curled up into a ball, trying to find sleep, but it wouldn't come.
"Are you awake?" A male voice asked.
I attempted to ignore it, but a light flicked on.
A boy with copper-gold hair, and turquoise eyes looked at me. It took me a minute to realize who he was. Ragnor, the boy who traded territory for me. I sat up quickly, gasping, before erupting into a fit of coughs. Ragnor rushed over to me, and the next thing I knew, I was inhaling water by the handfuls.
"Don't choke. It's okay. You're safe." Ragnor was whispering, though not touching me.
I pushed the cup of water from my lips to speak.
"Why did you trade Zachary for me. I'm of no use. I excel at dumb things. Crocheting blankets, playing chess, or rummy. Anything else, I suck at." I said.
"Because...I haven't had a female as company for a long time." Ragnor said, trying to hide his blushing.
"And you needed me for..." I trailed off.
Ragnor brushed me off.
"Are you cold? I can get you more blankets-"
I cut Ragnor off.
"It would help if I had on a nightgown that wasn't thin and exposing." I said.
"Well what fun would that be, if I intend to use you?" He asked, his voice husky and seductive.
I squeaked, backing away from him. I wasn't stupid, I knew what he meant, and I didn't like it. Ragnor sighed, backing off from me.
"I figured you'd react like that. Come on, I'll get you something to eat." He said, pulling me up. His eyes lingered at my chest, causing me to shudder. I could feel his gaze trying to undress me.
"I'm cold now." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Here." Ragnor said, unbuttoning his shirt and wrapping it around me. It was warm, and inviting, so I kept it on. Ragnor lead me out of the room, down the hallway, and into a bright yellow kitchen. He sat me down at a table, befoye going into the fridge, and grabbing a bottle of a red liquid. He uncapped the bottle, holding it to my lips. I tipped it back, moaning when the taste of blood reached my mouth. I gulped the whole bottle down quickly, but refused another bottle.
"How old are you?" I asked Ragnor.
"I appear 19, but I'm about 361 years old. You look about 17, right?" He replied.
I wracked my brain to remember how long it was since my birthday.
"I had my 18th birthday a few weeks ago. A few days ago I was nearly beaten and raped to death, but Zachary saved me." I said, looking away.
I heard Ragnor sigh.
"I'm sorry that happened to you." Ragnor said.
"I don't remember much. I expected Zachary to throw me away, not sell me away." I said.
"He didn't care for you." Ragnor said after a moment of silence. It was a statement, but seemed more like a question. But...A few days ago, he was molesting me as I fed.
"I know." I said.
In a flash, Ragnor turned my head so I looked at him, leaning in to kiss me. I squeaked, but slumped, letting him have his way. His lips were soft, and he was careful with me, as if I would break. He nipped my lips, asking for permission to enter. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue snake in, exploring my mouth. I gasped for air, and he pulled away. He was blushing, not even trying to cover it.
"I KNEW THAT'S why you wanted me." I huffed, turning away.
"Did I hurt you?" Ragnor asked.
"No." I said.
"Can I continue?" He asked.
"No." I said.
Ragnor's shoulders slumped.
"You don't trust me, huh?" He asked.
"You caught me by surprise. I won't be kissing you anytime soon." I replied.
Ragnor laughed.
"Figured that." Ragnor said.
"Am I going to be stuck here, or can I venture out." I asked.
"I'm not gonna go total lock-down on you, but I'd like to be with you when you venture out." Ragnor said.
"Fine." I said.
"Is there anything you want to do?" Ragnor asked, giving me a seductive look.
"I know what I DON'T want to do." I said.
"What?" Ragnor asked.
"I don't want to sleep, I don't want to eat. I think I want to go outside." I replied.
"Okay." He said, before pulling me away from the kitchen, and out of the house. I gasped, the sunlight hurting my eyes. The sun seemed a thousand times brighter, even though I wasn't looking directly at it.
"It's just so...BRIGHT." I gasped.
Ragnor laughed, before taking out a pair of sunglasses, slipping them on my face.
"You get used to it. What do you want to do?" He asked.
I shrugged.
"I want to...Play." I said.
"What do you mean?" He asked, sounding genuinely confused.
I didn't answer him, instead, I let go of his hand, tagging him, and sprinting into the woods. I heard his shouting, his calling me, but I hid, scaling up a tree to the near top. I noticed it bore apples, and I reached out, trying to pick one. I heard a terrible cracking sound, and the next thing I knew, I was shrieking, falling towards the ground, that was four stories down.
"Aliette!" I heard Ragnor's voice, and the next thing I knew, I was in his arms, scratched up.
"Why were you running away from me?" He asked, his voice like a growl.
"Playing...Saw an apple...Fell." I said, as I dropped out of Ragnor's arms, onto my butt.
"You're quite fragile..." Ragnor sighed.
I looked up at him, stifling a gasp. In the light he was just so...So..Attractive! His copper-gold hair seemed more mysterious, his turquoise eyes a little more blue. He seemed tanner than in artificial light, and taller, though that may be because I was sitting down and he was standing. I cocked my head, my lips parting.
"What?" He asked.
"You're so...so...pretty." I said.
That caused Ragnor to blush. I felt my cheeks get hot, and I looked away.
"Where did that come from?" Ragnor asked, still red.
"I was just saying." I replied.
"You must've hit your head." Ragnor picked me up.
"No. You're pretty in the light." I said, trying to stand up.
"That stupid vampire doesn't realize I got a better deal. I'd never trade a female for land." Ragnor thought aloud, picking me up like a baby.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Oh...Nothing." Ragnor said. "Do you want an apple still?"
I nodded, trying to get out of his warm arms. Ragnor set me down against the tree, before scaling the tall apple tree, onto a branch filled with huge, candy red gala apples. He dived for the biggest one, grabbing it, before dropping to the ground, landing in a crouch. He got up, walking to me, before giving me the apple.
"Thank you." I said, as he sat down next to me.
"I'm sorry I didn't trust you." Ragnor said, as I bit into the juicy apple.
"I wouldn't trust me if I were you. Some girl I traded territory for, who runs off." I replied.
"That idiot must be young, since he was eager to trade you." Ragnor said.
Out of nowhere, I blurted a question I was thinking.
"Why exactly do you need me? I know its sexual, but aren't we like...Sterile? Plus, you mentioned someone named Zaphora. Who is she?" I asked.
There was a silence, except for the crunching of the apple as I bit into it.
"We're not sterile. And, Zaphora was my old lover. I obtained her sort of like how I obtained you. But she was mean, feral, and ulitmately evil. She was only with me for the power, and the territory. I was in love with her, like with-" Ragnor stopped himself. "She broke my heart, and tried to kill me, and the child I had with her. She killed her own daughter. Ever since then, I haven't seen her, or another female other than you."
"Oh. That why you tried to kill me?" I asked.
"She looked a lot like you. I thought you were her. But, I could smell the venom still in your veins, since you were-are-a newborn."
"Did you trade for me, so you could...Replace Zaphora and your daughter-" Ragnor cut me off.
"Amasia."
"Huh?" I asked.
"My daughter's name was Amasia. And I'm not sure yet." Ragnor said.
"Oh." I said.
"Evil bitches don't like apples." Ragnor stated.
I almost choked on a piece of apple from laughing.
"Oh, did I say that out loud?" Ragnor asked.
I nodded, giggling again.
"You're cute when you giggle." Ragnor said, before sniffing the air like a cat. "Stay here. I'll be right back."
Ragnor dashed off, and was back before I could ask where are you going.

His hands were behind his back, and he grinned down at me.
"What?" I asked.
"For you." Ragnor revealed what he held. It was a boquet of autumn flowers. I named the flowers in my head.

Acacia
Allium
Amaranthus
Anemone
Adonis Blue
Aster
Baby's Breath
Blazing Star
Blackberry Lily
Black-eyed Susan
Bamboo Orchid
Chrysanthemum
Carnation
Cockscomb
Cosmos
Clockvine
Camellia
Delphinium
Freesia
Flame Lilies
Panama Rose
Foxtail Orchid
Field Forget-Me-Not
Gerbera
Gladiolus
Hypericum
Hamamelis
Hymenocallis
Hydrangea
Iris
Junipers
Kangaroo Paw
Kalanchoe
Lily
Living Stones
Laelia
Lavender
Mottlecah
Marigold
Narcissus
Orchid
Peruvian Lily
Protea
Peacock Orchids
Pineapple Sage
Poppies
Queen Anne's Lace
Rose
Rocky