Chapter Three – Luna
Chapter Three
Luna
He didn’t want me?
There were mirrors strategically placed all over the piercing room, and I could see the hatred in my face, in my blue eyes, on every one of them.
I wasn’t even immortal and I was already a better vampire than he was!
I thought about leaning against the door to listen in, but why bother?
My mission to somehow become Jack’s bloodslave was already finished.
The fool didn’t want me—he didn’t want this—I looked down at my body in reflection.
I was perfect in every way. And he thought he could just cast me aside?
Like so much trash? When he was the only thing standing between me and survival?
I hadn’t bent the entire course of my life to become a vampire, to give up now.
I fished in my backpack for the bone-thing—the nightblade—my new Master had given me.
He said it was only to be used on good things—well I had a good use for it, would that count?
I imagined myself shanking Jack’s neck open with it and me drinking the warm fluid that came out, changing myself, protocol be damned.
But that would actually be damning. Only vampires were allowed to kill other vampires. If I, a human, were to kill Jack, others of his kind would punish me for it. Bloodslaves had to wait their turn in line. No cutting—no matter how nice cutting Jack might be.
The small room I was in was windowless and sterile, with a chair in the middle that looked like it could double as a pap smear exam table.
Given that people sometimes did get genital piercings, I guessed that made sense.
I started opening drawers and found the tools of the trade—piercing implements vacuum sealed in sterile packages, all sorts of little sharpnesses.
I flicked one open, so that the point side jutted out, and looked at myself in the mirror.
I was meant to be a vampire. No—I was meant to be a goddess.
And I had been bitten before.
There was no way this thing could hurt me.