His Pet

BELLA'S POV

Everyday of my life has been a blur. It's the same thing everyday. Leeches ordering us around, saying we're useless worthless, waste of space.

As I sit cross-legged, my back against the wall, arms crossed and nose high, my signature posture. I look down on my cellmates. They seem to be weak and powerless when you give them a once over but they aren't. They're anything but.

My eyes rake over their bodies, from their heads to their ankles where they linger for a while. We wear anklets. They put them on our ankletss to tell vampires about our level of submission. There are three colours or rather three levels.

Green. They don't speak, they do as told with no question nor protest. They basically have no backbone.

Orange. They're not as pathetic as green-ankled slaves but they're not defiant either. But they kiss ass too.

Red. They're defiant as hell, they don't please vampires. They go out of their way to displease them. Sure we all hate vampires but Reddies ABHOR them, and they don't hide it.

I'm a Reddie. We got whipped yesterday for ganging up on the vampire that was here to buy a pet for himself. He kept eyefucking Harriet and me being me, started with the insults and we got punished.

The reason why guilt is gnawing at my insides is bacause I heal faster than any human you can find in this building. That's what baffles the bloodsuckers. Heh..yeah, I like that.

Hare went on and on about how she couldn't believe how weak Miranda is because she's not a Reddie anymore she's now on Orange.

I knew she was treading in thin ice. She was recently bought. The poor blondie is probably dead now.

I hear shuffling and groans of pain. I shift my gaze to Harriet, she sure looks like hell.

"Hey Bella, you always do that, watch people sleep?" She says with a light weak chuckle.

I smirk, "Oh please, why would I watch your ugly ass. You're uglier when sleeping."

She snorts unlady likely. I laugh like a hyena and it stirs people in their sleep.

"Argh you know I look like a princess," she states, batting her eyelashes

I snort, "An ill-mannered one at that!"

Hare is a very good looking girl with red hair and blue piercing almond shaped eyes, pink plump lips and long lashes. There are a lot of scars on her body but she still manages to look like a radiant princess.

I hear heavy footsteps from afar with my abnormal hearing. It's time for the sleeping beauties to wake.

"He's coming," I say while waking Penny up. "How do you always do that?" She asks for the millionth time. I just shrug.

Everyone is up except Mandy and I'm shaking her violently. Why is Mandy not waking up. She must be tired.

I lean in closer to her. No heart beat. No please, no.

She can't be dead. She isn't moving a muscle. I stare wide eyed at Harriet and she just gives a questioning look, "Why aren't you waking her?" Huh what am I doing, fanning my face?

My friend can be really stupid hey. I give her an irritated look.

"She bled out, she's not breathing. She's dead Hare!" My voice breaks.

Mandy was very talkative and loved to hear herself talk and she always treated us like her sisters. I remember this one time we were starved but she wasn't and she shared her food with us for 2 weeks. It was little but it showed that she loved us.

A sob crashed my train of thoughts. Harriet buried her face in her hands. "No no no! Why ?!! I fucking hate these leeches!!!" She shrieks.

I'm frustrated too but I'm not much of a crier. There's nothing we can do now. Now all four of us are in a sour mood.

Our cell door is flung open, the hinges barely hold on to the poor door. "Who said that!!" A vampire I don't recognize bellows. Oops time for damage control I can't let Harriet get whipped and die like Mandy. She's already weak from yesterday's beating.

"What's it to you pussy!" I shout and his face concorts into what an angry monster would look like.

Seems like little buddy here buddy here isn't used to humans insulting him. Poor newbie. He grabs me by my neck and lifts me so I'm close to his face and our noses are almost touching,

"Who do you think you are talking to human?!!" Drops of his spit are on my face now. Ew.

"Who do you think dickface?"

He squeezes my neck tighter, cutting off my air supply. I claw at his hands, kicking him. I'm thrown to the corner suddenly, gasping for air, letting it fill my lungs up only to hear a slapping sound and bones breaking. My head spins to the direction like a whiplash to see the vampire leaving and Harriet on the ground with eyes open. He must've used excessive vampire force to slap her.

I let out a bloodcurtling scream, "No no no move Harriet!! Breathe! No no Hare!!" A river if tears flows down my face and I fail to hear the footsteps that indicate that people are entering the room "No Harriet Holmes you better wake the hell up now!! No I can't lose you! Not now no!!"

A series of sobs resonated throughout the room. "Harriet okay yes you look like a princess, the world's most prettiest at that. Please qake up I'll--" I'm interrupted

"How pathetic. She's dead bitch!!" He tries to pry me off but I'm quickly turn to leap and cling to him like a possessed teenager and gorge his eyes out only to be pried of him the next second. I try to attack the fucker but he's quick to pin my arms behind me and the one-eyed dickhead is left spewing profanities.

She died because of me it's fault I should've been the one who's lying on the floor lifeless. The vampire throws me into another empty cell. I land hitting my head and I black out.