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Chapter Two

For the next week I didn't eat, and rarely slept, the only time I got out of my bed was to use the bathroom. My parents continually tried to come and speak to me. But I would turn them away every time. I just couldn't believe that they could give me away so easily. What my father said was constantly in the front of my mind. Did he really never want me? Was I such a horrible daughter?

On the eight day of sulking I woke up to the sun shining brightly into my room, like it was mocking me. I sighed, looking up at the ceiling fan as it slowly rotated, my mind a million miles away. After staring for a while I grabbed my laptop and flipped it open, staring blankly at the search engine, trying to decide on whether I should or not.

After a few minutes I decided there was no harm in doing it, after all it's not like it would change anything. So I held my breath as I typed his name into the search bar: Damien Edge, then pressed enter. In less than a second I had millions of results in front of me. Most of the headlines reading something along the lines of; "The World's Most Eligible Bachelor!" or "The World's Sexist Man Is Also One Of The Richest!"

I started clicking on links and read everything I could about the man I would belong to. In every post or news article I read, there were pictures of the man I had nightmares about.

In all the pictures he was stone-faced, sober, and intimidating. The complete opposite of the way he acted towards me the night I saw him. I clicked on a link of him standing in a courtroom, speaking to the jury. As the video played and I heard his voice, I felt tears coming to my eyes again as remembered this man had laid claim on me. On my eighteenth birthday, he would come for me.

"I don't think my closing arguments were even that touching to the jury." a deep voice said from behind me, making me jump up with a scream.

Damien was standing in my bedroom, watching me from the doorway, with that same emotionless look on his face. He wore another black three-piece suit, this time with a royal blue tie.

"How long have you been there?" I asked, holding my chest as my heart pounded in my ears.

"Not long." He said as he came into the room, then sat on the edge of my bed, watching me coldly. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the desk chair across from him. "Why aren't you eating?"

"I..." I tried to speak, but found that I couldn't "My parents called you?"

"Yes, Bast your parents called to tell me that you haven't eaten in over a week. You haven't stepped out of your room. Why?" He asked as he leaned closer to me, placing his hands on the arm rests to my chair, trapping me from escaping.

'Jokes on you, I couldn't move even if I wanted to.' I thought, trying to avoid his gaze "I've just been too upset." I whispered.

He stared at me for what seemed like years, then stood and walked out of the room. A while later he came back with a plate of food. My mouth began watering the second I saw it, piled high with spaghetti. He held the plate with one hand, and put his other around my waist, before lifting me and setting me down on the bed. He set the plate in front of me and sat in the desk chair, "Eat." he said, watching me intently.

I looked at the plate in front of me, then looked back at him "Are you going to eat too? This is way too much for me." I asked him, then added: "Never mind, I know vampires don't eat."

He didn't respond, but instead stood and walked out of the room once more. He came back only a few seconds later with a fork in one hand, and a glass of soda in the other. He put the soda and the fork on my bedside table, then took off his suit jacket. He set it on the chair before sitting on the bed across from me, crossing his legs.

I couldn't hold back my laugh as I looked at him. This multi-billionaire vampire was sitting cross-legged across from me, ready to eat spaghetti with a little twelve-year-old.

"What's so funny?" He asked me, narrowing his eyes.

"Nothing" I said, then handed the second fork to him before took a bite of the spaghetti. I'd never had any that tasted half as good as this did. "Woah did my mom make this?"

He took a bite as well, and chewed slowly before responding "No, I made it."

"Will you cook for me after you come and take me away?" I asked him softly, looking into his eyes, despite everything in me telling me not to.

"If it is what you wish, yes." he responded, looking back into my eyes, unwavering.

"Why did you accept me as payment?" I asked, feeling emboldened for some reason.

"Because I can."

"I don't believe you."

"Don't ask questions you cannot handle the answers to, Little One." he said, putting down his fork then grabbing the glass and putting it up to my lips.

"Tell me, please. All these questions in my head are driving me insane." I said after taking a drink.

"Because if I didn't, who else would your parents have offered you to? And would that person wait until you were eighteen to take you? What would your parents be willing to do to you, for a cure? I don't think those are answers you truly want, Bast. And I couldn't allow them to do such things to you."

"Why not? I'm nothing to you." I said, putting down my fork and crossing my arms over my chest.

He sighed and looked down before responding: "I was in the hospital the day you were born. The second your scent hit me, I decided you would be mine. From that day, I've kept an eye on you. When I found out that your parents were offering you as payment for treatment, that's when I decided to show myself."

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