The Auctioneer.

{Hello! This is actually one of my old books but I took it down Because I needed to edit and also I'm Rewriting this book! It wasn't heading in the direction that I needed it to go before and things were going too fast, I also lost inspiration on it but now I'm trying to go back and fix it so I hope you enjoy! Now onto the intro!}

My name is Emily Denver's And this is the Story Of how I died.

I am currently Seventeen about to turn eighteen and I Live in the Basement of my father's house, In the basement are no windows and What little Light I do have Comes from the many lamps I have scattered around the room. In the basement It is always cold and there is rarely any warmth especially during winter, The warmth I do have comes from the blankets that I have stocked up and the generator in the middle of the room, Don't get me wrong I don't live in the basement because of anything wrong, I actually chose to live in the basement because its one of the biggest rooms in the house and there's lots of room for bookshelves and shelves where I have my books and the crystals and other trinkets. I don't live alone, This house belongs to my father and trust me when I say that my father runs the house With an Iron Fist, Literally. In our world we have powers for good or for bad. My father's power is to be able to turn into Metal. Most humans are treated as pets on earth now, The world belongs to Wolves, Vampires, Fae, and Other magical People. And that's because of a war many many many years ago. My Dad is Second in command to the Leader of The Venom Clan. sometimes I want to help my father with his paperwork and he lets me but If I ask to go outside and on a mission with him but He says I'm not ready. That im not "Old Enough" and that I "Can't without a Power". I know he is just trying to protect me, But I Can't Live my life in the dark Anymore. Then There's my Mother, She Betrayed The Clan. My father Had To watch The Leader Rip Her Spine out of her body and torture her. He had to listen to her screams, No Wonder Why He hates me sometimes, He does love me though despite everything and I still Love him, And want his approval, he's my father after all. I Look Just Like my mother The Traitor. I have the Same Pale Skin, Same Bright Ice Blue Eyes, Same beautiful ginger Hair. And my father Has to come home Everyday And See the Reminder Of my mother's Betrayal In his own Daughters Face. But he Still Won't Let Me Go because despite everything My father loves me, But sometimes I feel like I'm Trapped with nowhere to run and sometimes The Darkness is painful and Deadly, Sometimes I feel like I can't Stand it anymore and I Can't Carry on Like this, Sometimes I feel like I'm going Insane and I'm afraid. but there are also good times too, Where I'm happy and everything is okay. Sometime i want to leave but I know I have to Stay and when I'm alone just Me and No one else, That's When He comes He Always Comes Every night Since I turned fourteen. But now i'm eighteen Well Tomorrow I will be But for now I wait For Him I wait for the tall man With bright Amber Eyes, Eyes that See into my soul That takes my fear, my Loneliness, my Hatred, It takes them all away. He never shows his face as its always covered in shadows and only sometimes he speaks. But mostly he listens, Every time he leaves It feels as if my heart is ripped from my chest. But here I am, Still alive. sometimes I feel like he's toying with me waiting for me to break Completely, Waiting for my life to crumble, Before he takes me to My Grave. But until then I wait for him, As he Waits for me.