Amelia's POV

It felt like after such a long time, I finally had a normal sleep. I haven't slept so peaceful in years. Blinking my eyes open, I frowned at the light that was blooming through the large windows. Something felt weird. Something wasn't right. I looked at my right, noticing that Dimitri wasn't next to me. Empty. The sheets were messy, but he was nowhere to be seem.

What time is it? I took a glance at the small digital clock that was on the nightstand next to me. 11:30 am. I frowned before my brain could register the time. In just a few seconds my eyes widen as I suddenly jerked myself up. Dammit. My first day with my new Master and I overslept. I felt my heart catching a nervous rhythm just by thinking what will happen to me. I quickly stood up, realizing that I was wearing Dimitri's sweatpants that were way over sized, covering me from my waist to my toes. My shirt looked like I stole it from a giant.

I made the bed as fast as I could and quickly brushed my hair with my fingers, so it wouldn't be such a mess. Where is he? I didn't want to go to the bathroom yet, cause maybe he was in there, so I found myself standing in the middle of the room and having no freaking idea what to do next. What's with me? I always know what to do. That's why I always had a good reputation as a slave. I followed the rules even when I wasn't told to.

But the bathroom door opened suddenly, not letting me wonder much. My mouth almost dropped open when I saw Dimitri walking out in nothing but a towel around his waist. My god. His body was out of this world. He looked like he was freaking photoshopped. His hair was still wet as the water drops were falling down his hard toned chest, continuing down his irresistible six pack, until his V line was half covered by the towel.

"Enjoying the view?" He smirked making me snap out of it. Oh my god. Was I really staring that much? I mentally shook my head, clearing it, and turned my gaze down, having absolutely no idea what to do or say.

"Uh, -I just don't know where to look for today's schedule, Master." I tried switching the subject while I kept my gaze down, playing with my fingers, until I heard his footsteps, coming closer.

His thumb and index finger moved to my chin, slowly lifting my head so I would look at him in the eyes. I gulped, feeling my heart almost rushing up my throat. His eyes were emerald, such a beautiful shade of green almost making me fall into a trance. But I was very aware that I wasn't supposed to. I mean he was the Prince. I can't fall for a Prince. His lips were still into that same charming smirk as he didn't take his eyes off mine. "What did I tell you about calling me 'Master'?" His voice was slightly raspy and deep, instantly sending chills down my spine.

He was serious? I remembered what he told me last night, but not even in the back of my mind I thought that was for real. Was I really supposed to call him 'Dimitri'? "I'm sorry," I mumbled, blinking a few times so I can focus on what I was saying. He was seriously distracting. He didn't need a to use mind compulsion to make you do what he wants you to. One glance was enough. Dimitri turned more serious, slightly frowning. ", Dimirti." I finished, taking a deep breath after.

It surprised me when he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. I took my time, studying his perfect face for a few seconds, until his emerald eyes opened and I instantly looked down. His hand moved to my cheek, slightly caressing it and then slowly put away a small stand of hair that was falling on my face. I looked up at him, noticing something in his eyes. I couldn't recognize it. He was a vampire and of course he's good at hiding his emotions, but as soon as our eyes met, he took a step back, moving his gaze.

Turing around, he walked into his closet, leaving me in the middle of the room, confused and startled from what just happened. He was practically almost naked, showing all this gentleness until something snapped in his head and he walked away. I bit my lip, thinking if I did something wrong. What if this was a test? What if I was never supposed to call him 'Dimitri'?

I didn't even notice when he walked out dress, as I was still standing on the same spot with my arms crossed on my chest. "Come on. We need to get you a temporary uniform for today, until I buy you a new one." He took his jacket from the chair and started walking towards the door. I hurried up, trying to catch up to him, but his one step were like four mine. I stumbled from my own feet when I felt him taking a tight grip of my arm so I wouldn't hit the floor. I mouth out a small 'thank you', but he seemed to be in a real hurry so I don't think he noticed.

When we went down the large stairs that were all covered in red carpet, we walked towards one of the slaves rooms, more correctly the room where Jenna was, and well the one where I was supposed to be as well. Dimitri told me to wait outside, while he went in and after less than 30 seconds he came out with Jenna. I received a few murderous glances from Jenna, but she still didn't know that I slept in Dimitri's room last night, so there wasn't a need for her to find out. It was just for that night, just because I wasn't safe downstairs.

Dimitri was one step ahead of both of us, but Jenna seemed to try to catch up to him and walk along with him. She had no idea that as a slave you should never compare yourself with your Master. There was a reason why we were behind him. It was just one of many rules. I tried giving her a meaningful look, but I think she got it the wrong way, so that just caused her to stick to him like a bandage even more. I rolled my eyes, giving up. If she gets in trouble for her behavior, it's not gonna be my fault.

The place was huge, so it took us a few minutes till we reached a room, where Dimitri didn't even bother to knock. He walked in while we followed behind. Around me was a huge space filled with different kinds of clothes hanging from racks. We walked deeper inside the room, when a woman approached us. It was Liliana. She was the vampire that did my makeup before the ceremony. She showed her respect for the Prince by slightly bowing down, while I kept my head down.

"Liliana." Dimitri greeted formally.

"What can I do for you, sir?" She asked with a soft voice. A lot different by the one she 'used' on me. She was like a kitten now, unlike before.

Dimitri turned around, facing us. "These are my new slaves, Amelia and Jenna." He introduced us, his face showing now emotion. "As you know, I chose them last night at the ball. I need new uniforms for them." He smiled firmly, but I don't think it was a real smile. He was just being formal.

Liliana nodded, taking in the information. I bet she didn't even remember me. I mean she was obviously working for the royal family as a stylist. I can't even imagine how many slaves she 'dressed up' before and after me. "Of course. We can fix that. What type of slaves are they?"

"Both personal."

Liliana nodded. "Alright, well first I'll have to measure them. Follow me." She said starting to walk towards the other side of the room. More like a different part of the room, cause the place was huge.

After about 15 minutes she took measurements from both of us, while Dimitri waited outside the dressing closet, sitting on the white leather couch that was placed in the corner of the room. "Wait girls, don't get dressed yet." Liliana said before I could put my top on. "Here, uh-" She stopped, thinking. "Amelia, right?" I nodded. "Okay, Amelia, put this on. And," I saw Jenna rolling her eyes.

"Jenna." She gave her a hint.

"Right. Jenna, you try this." The clothes she gave me were different than Jenna's. There were different kinds of personal slaves, so the uniforms were different.

I put on what she gave me. It was a black mini skirt, going far above my knees and barely covering my behind. The shirt was white and skintight, and with all of that there were black high knee socks. When Liliana got back, she studied me carefully, almost like something was missing. After a minute, she handed me high heels, also black, with a think belt around the ankle. I had it figured out. Dimitri had picked me as a pleasure slave. That explains the slutty uniforms. But what about Jenna?

"Come with me, Amelia." Liliana said, gently pulling me by my elbow. I cleared my thoughts, calming myself, before we stepped out.

Dimitri looked up from the paper he was reading and his eyes held a unfamiliar emotion for a few seconds, until he frowned and shook his head. "No, it's not right. Is there anything less revealing?" He asked, confusing me.

"Of course, but she's a pleasure slave, if I'm not mistaken." Liliana said firmly.

"That is correct, but she'll have other chores as well. I want something more comfortable for her." He stated, but I still felt embarrassed. He was right. This wasn't comfortable at all.

"Of course. Let's see what we can do." She said before pulling me back inside. Liliana had an assistant with her that was working with Jenna. I noticed that she was dressed the same before they walked out, so I started wondering if Dimitri will want the same with her. Maybe he would enjoy seeing Jenna like that. I mean she had a body of a model. Tall, long legs, blonde hair and blue eyes. While I on the other hand had everything a everyday girl did. A lot of guys loved a more feminine body like mine, but I never really tried. In fact, I never enjoyed my body. But I never had the time to think about that though. I was kind of busy being a slave for a year.

After giving me some new clothes, I changed into a bit longer skirt, yet still really revealing, a bigger size of a shirt so it wouldn't be so skintight, and the heels weren't as big as the others. They were nearly flats, which were really really comfortable. This time, Dimitri was satisfied with my look and Jenna's. However, even though we were wearing the same uniforms, they looked different on us. I had a bigger bum than Jenna, so the skirt looked different on me. In a bad way tough. It would be a lot better if it just fell flatter.

After Dimitri thanked Liliana for her service today, we left down one of the hallways until we reached a door where Dimitri stopped and turned to us. "This is the schedule room. Every morning you're gonna have to check it, cause it'll probably be different. However, I want you two to always be available for me in case I need you to do something. You're not allowed to enter my room unless instructed otherwise. Understood?"

Jenna nodded. "Yes, Master." I said, slightly bowing my head down in respect. Jenna repeated of course, but I can't really be annoyed or blame her for that. I remember when I was still learning. I mean I'm still supposed to be learning, since I'm declared as new. Here, they don't know that I was already a slave before. I heard rumors that there was a fire in the place where the slave records were held, the main auction house. All the records were burned, and this just proves that so was mine.

"I'll be gone for the rest of the day. If you need anything, ask for Charles. That's his office." He stated gesturing towards the door from the opposite. He gave me a quick glance and a small smirk formed on his lips, before turning around and disappearing behind the curve of the hallway. The picture of him wearing nothing but a towel from this morning popped in my head, forming a small curl on my lips as I was lost with my thoughts, staring blankly. I saw fingers snapping in front of me and suddenly my hearing was back. "Hey!" It was Jenna. She waved her hand at me, making me snap out of it. "What is with you?!" She exclaimed before bumping into me with her shoulder and walking in the room.

What was with me? I thought the same question, but I shook off the weird feeling and followed inside. Stepping in, I was now in a medium sized room, brightened from the sun that was blooming from the huge windows that were replacing the wall in front of us. On both sides of the room were two tall bookshelves; books squashed together like sardines, giving you the feeling like the shelves were gonna crush from heaviness any second now. In the middle of the room was a wooden pedestal on which was opened a old large book. The view of all these books around me made me smile. I loved reading and even though this place wasn't as big as a library, it still felt like a place that can make your dreams come to life. A place where you can sit around for hours and get lost in the pages of wonder of all these incredible books.

I walked deeper in the room, still looking around, amazing from how perfect this room looked. The sun rays were making their way in the old wooden room, illuminating all the dust that was gathered on the crunchy floor. Walking closer to the 'special' book that was opened in the middle, I ran my fingers on the slightly yellowed pages. On the left page was written Jenna's full name, while on the right one was written mine. Under them was shortly explained our position in the castle, with the words 'personal royal slaves'. On both sides of our names was written with dark black letters 'Human', almost like it was engraved in the page.

"Ugh," I heard Jenna's voice from behind me. "Look at all this dusty trash." She mumbled mostly to herself. "Gosh, if I stay here longer than five minutes, I'm gonna get rash from all this dirt." She exaggerated. I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn't see me.

I chuckled. "Trust me, this is nothing compared to-," I almost blabbed out, but I stopped myself on time when I realized that she doesn't know about my history. It should stay that way.

Jenna was the kind of girl that had a wealthy family, had everything she wanted in life. Money, friends, popularity. It was her choice to be Vanessa's minion, but it wasn't her fault that she was kidnapped and forcefully brought here. Now, we were on the same level. No one had a higher or a lower position.

"Okay, you freak. Move." I felt her slightly pushing me on the side so she'd see the book. "What is this?" She frowned.

I sighed for having to explain. "This is the schedule Master was talking about." I studied the tables that were drawn on the old piece of paper. For each day of the week there was an empty graph that was supposed to be filled with chores that were provided for us. Only the graph signed as 'Monday' was filled.

"Why the hell do you keep calling him 'Master'?" Jenna said with her high voice, making me snap out of my thoughts.

"Because I don't want to get in trouble. He bought us. That's what he's supposed to be called." I explained softly, waiting for reaction. The night of the auction, Liliana said that her and a few other Vampires explain these stuff to the new slaves so they wouldn't freak out and make a scene afterward. "Besides, you're the one that repeated everything after me. Why ask now?" I mumbled, crossing my arms on my chest.

I heard her take in a deep annoyed breath. "Listen Amelia. I'm already very aware where I am. And I'm also aware that you're hiding something. Don't even think for a second that whatever your pathetic secret is, is gonna stay hidden, cause trust me, it won't." She said with almost a threatening tone. "I know that you didn't come back last night." She added, before taking a step towards me and slightly pointing her index finger up at me. "Now listen to me carefully. Stay away from Dimitri. I think I already made it clear enough that he's mine. He picked me first, which means you're here just to fill meaningless space. So if you try anything with him, I swear, it won't end well for you." Her voice was calm and cold, confident.

I got the point that she was serious, but I didn't get where she got the idea that Dimitri was hers. Even though he protected me last night, that didn't blind me from the fact that he was my Vampire Master. On top of all of that he was a Prince. Royal. And I've heard so many bad things about the royal family, which includes Dimitri. I would never let myself fall for him. Fall for a monster that buys humans for fun. All of them are the same. The whole point to this human slavery thing is winning the war over humans. Showing who's on the top. Showing their dominance.

Jenna was crazy for thinking that he could ever feel something for her. I still haven't met a Vampire with humanity. One of the 'good things' about being a Vampire was having the ability to turn off your feelings and emotions whenever you want. Most of them had done it right after they turned, which was the reason why they were all ruthless monsters. And Dimitri was royal. Royals are not turned, they're originals. Jenna can only dream about becoming his queen. Screw that, she can't even dream about it. It's insane. Just impossible.

Without saying another word, she turned around and left the room. I gotta admit, she was good at threatening people, but she was so blinded. So wrong. But her rude bitchy behavior just woken up my stubbornness. I was perfectly aware that I knew so much more than her about this. I was in the system for a year. I knew how it goes. Now, even if she begged me to tell her more, I won't. Let's face it, one way or another, she'll get there. She'll come asking for help.

I sighed and shook my head at her dumbness after she had slammed the door behind her almost making the books fall from the shelves. I looked at the paper filled with tasks, noticing that there was limited time for us to do all of it. Exactly like Dimitri said. Not a task book, but a schedule book.

Amelia Elizabeth Grace
Human
Personal royal slave (05.13.2015)

It was the date I was taken. The second time. I had lost track of time since then, but the 'Monday' graph was making it clear that it's been a few days now. I read carefully, seeing that I only have 3 things to do today. First was to re-organize the Prince's closet. Second was to visit his office and get his orders. And third was to wait for him in his room. If you think about it, I only had one physical thing to do. I've been a personal slave before and it was nothing like this. My Master had me with him 24/7, ordering me around what to do and what not.

I glanced at Jenna's graph and it was all filled up. I didn't care enough to read all of them, but I didn't notice one including her and him together. A small smirk unconsciously curled on my lips, but I shook off the feeling. Why did he give me less things to do? Did Jenna see this? Oh, boy if she noticed that Dimitri went easy on me today, she would not be happy.

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It took me more that three hours to re-organize Dimitri's closet. It was huge. He had more that he needed. I mean it was a walk in closet, but every single inch of it was filled with his stuff. I sang through most of my work, so I didn't notice when the the time had passed. I walked outside of his room and my eyes instantly glanced at the big clock that was hanging from the wall in the hallway. I had like 2 spare hours till the time that Dimitri had decided my visit to his office.

I only knew a few rooms around, but only one caught my full attention. The schedule room. I went there and made a quick scan of the books that were neatly placed on the wooden shelves. I picked up one that caught my eyes. I've read a lot of books, but these were all unfamiliar to me. Maybe because I was in the Vampire world now. However, I needed a distraction.

Sitting down in the corner near the window, I quickly got lost in the pages and didn't even notice how long I was in there. What I noticed thought was the sun. It wasn't shining directly in the windows which means it must be hours since I got here. My eyes widen at the thought that I might be late. I quickly sat up, leaving the book fall from my lap and ran outside. Of course, like in every hallway there was a clock showing that it was 3:58 pm. Shit. I had only two minutes to find Dimitri's office.

There was no way I could pull that off. Disobedience was bringing the biggest and roughest punishments. With being late, I was practically drawing the path of my dull future. I was doomed.

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Is Amelia really gonna get punished for being late? Is Jenna's game starting off perfectly, just the way she wanted?
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