Dimitri's POV

  Waking up, I could feel the pressure from the brightness on my eyelids. I blinked my eyes open, but something didn't feel right. I wasn't fully aware as my sight was slightly blurry. I rubbed my face, trying to wake myself up a little, but it wasn't worth it. Last night... I drank to much. Alcohol usually doesn't have an effect on me because of the fast healing process, but it kept me numb for a while. Sitting up, I frowned remembering what happened.

 
  *Staring outside the window, my thoughts were starting to go numb. Good, the alcohol started effecting me. I took another long sip from the bottle when I heard the door opening. There was a huge part of me hoping it's Amelia, but when I turned around, I saw Jenna. I frowned in confusion, but my sight was already starting to blur out. She walked in without even knocking and stopped across from me. "Jenna? What are you doing here?" I asked taking a step towards her.

  "I brought you dinner," She answered with that high pitched voice of hers, holding a glass of blood.

  I raised my eyebrows at her answer. This girl didn't have a problem with confidence. "I never asked you to." I said blankly, turning around again. She was supposed to leave but instead I heard her putting the glass down on the small table and walking towards me. I gave her less chores today because I was pissed at Amelia. I knew I had to punish her and this was the easiest way to. But Jenna might have taken that the wrong way.

  Soon, I felt her hand on my shoulder, making me turn around. "I just wanted to thank you for showing me the other option today. About my chores," She said, but I could clearly hear the falseness in her voice. "And I thought that you might need something. Else," She added as her finger moved on my jawline and then down my chest. I was doing my best not to roll my eyes at her. She wasn't the first or the last slave that's trying something like this. If I needed something 'else' I would've done it ten times by now.

  I took her hand with mine and put it away. She was just unbelievable. "You clearly don't know your place here, Jenna." I said with a firm voice, watching her expression fall. "Leave while you haven't pissed me off completely." I really wasn't in the mood for this.

  She leaned in, whispering to my ear. "Oh, I know you don't want me to leave, baby." I clenched my jaw, feeling the anger causing my blood to boil in my veins. Taking her wrist, I slightly pushed her so she'd look at me.

  "Do you want me to punish you? Where the fuck are your manners?!" I growled out, unable to control myself. She really pushed until I was close to the edge. But there was fear in her eyes. Good. "Show some respect," I said coldly before letting go of her wrist. She instantly looked down for a second, but then her eyes met mine again.

  "I'm sorry, Master." She blinked a few times with those blue eyes of hers. But I wasn't done with her yet. I wasn't a fool. I knew what she was doing.

  I let out a breath, feeling the alcohol taking over my control. "Look, I know girls like you. Don't think I haven't experienced the lot of you. Every single fucking year, at least one of you tried to seduce me so I'd go easy on you. It doesn't work. In fact, it has the complete opposite effect. So don't bother," I thought of Amelia for a second. Thought of the fact that this year was somehow different. She was different. Without even trying, she managed to show me something new. Unlike Jenna, Amelia knew her place, but that just made me want her more. Quiet, innocent, breathtaking.

  I shook the feeling off, trying to turn around again, but I felt Jenna's hand on mine, not letting me. "I'm not doing this so you'd go easy on me. Don't go easy on me." Her voice was fading away, but that look in her eyes wasn't. She sure knew how to flirt, but at this point, the only thing in my head was Amelia. Her dark hazel eyes staring at me, her long silken eyelashes swaying, her lips,- "I don't want you to be gentle," She whispered in my ear and my hand instantly moved to her waist.

  Her warm breath moved closer and closer to my lips until she kissed me slowly and sweetly. Oh, god, Amelia. She was so soft, like silk in my hands. I kissed her back as hard as she was kissing me. Just like before, her kisses drugged me, made me feel high, made me crave for more. But I was too distracted to think if I'll take her here or not. Who cares. She's here. In my arms.

  Her hands roamed up my chest until her fingers found my hair, but I couldn't resist her. All this time, I wanted this. I groaned, waning more of her touch. Her fingers found the button of my shirt undoing them, before she pulled hers over her head and slightly pushed me so I'd sit on the armchair behind. Her skirt soon fell on the ground as I reached out, putting my hands on her waist and admiring. But something was different. I was almost sure it was her, but Amelia had wider hips and tinier waist. I knew her body was making every man crave for it. Now she seemed skinnier, taller, slightly bonier. But at this point, I didn't register much. I just wanted her.

  She swung her hair on the side, sitting on my lap as our lips met again. I kissed her down her jawline, on her neck as my hands traveled up and down my waist. She finally gave in. "Dimitri," She moaned my name, making me kiss her lips again. But suddenly, something didn't feel right. She tasted different. Opening my eyes, I was met with dark blue ones. Amelia's eyes were hazel, and I would know that cause every time I stared at them, they almost compelled me.

  This wasn't Amelia, it was Jenna. On top of me. I pushed her off slightly and almost jumped off the seat. My eyes widen as I realized she didn't have any clothes on. She was wearing nothing but her underwear. What the fuck? I thought it was Amelia. Was it possible that I was- "What's wrong?" She asked, confused. I mentally shook my head, trying to clear it.
 
  "Nothing, I," I stopped, pushing my hair off my forehead with my fingers. "I thought you were, um-" The words flew out, but I stopped before I blabbed out. Jenna's eyes widen in shock, confusion. "I'm sorry, this is my fault." I said, turning around and looking for my shirt. This can't happen. It shouldn't have. "Leave, Jenna. Thank you for the dinner, but just-" I stopped for a second. "Just go." I said coldly. The alcohol had clearly faded. It wouldn't be bad if it did a little damn sooner though.

  But thankfully, this time, she listened. She put her clothes on and she almost seemed mad. I couldn't blame her, but I blamed myself. With that, she left my room, leaving me confused as fuck. What the hell happened?

  I rubbed my eyes, trying to ease the pressure from my head. Amelia was still the only thing on my mind. God, that girl. She messed with my head since the moment I saw her, but it was starting to torture me. The fact that she wasn't mine tortured me. I thought about her being a slave before. It explained why she already knew the rules. The gestures, manners. But it didn't explain how unbelievably beautiful she still was. She looked so pure, flawless, untouched. It was hard to believe it.

  I stood up, thankful that I was able to 'wake up' last night before I did something stupid with Jenna. Correction: before I continued doing something stupid. Walking in the bathroom, I took my clothes off, in the desperate need for a cold shower. Soon enough, the water was pouring down my face, but I couldn't help but see Amelia when I closed my eyes. She was everywhere. But I remember wanting to talk to her about something. And that something was her real story. I was craving for this girl non stop, yet I found myself not knowing anything about her. Having her old file, I could easily find out, but I wanted to hear it from her.

That's why I waited for her to come last night. But- Did she come? I was busy dealing with Jenna for about 15 minutes, but I would've known. I walked outside, putting on a pair of jeans and a black shirt. It was Sunday so I only had one meeting today, just as yesterday. Differences: I won't let myself drink. I had to find her. Talk to her. She had a lot of explaining to do.

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  Amelia's POV

  Walking out of the bathroom, I still shivered from the cold water. It wasn't completely cold, but it wasn't hot either. I towel dried my hair as the usual curls appeared. At the moment, I hated my hair. It was too long, falling down my back and almost reaching my ass. I haven't cared much about it lately, but surprisingly, it looked pretty healthy. Really thick as always, which just made me hate it even more.

  But that wasn't the only thing that annoyed me. Since yesterday, I noticed that Dimitri had changed a lot. Putting the fact that he slept with Jenna on the side, he completely changed our roles. I clearly wasn't a personal slave before, so why did I still have to wear the uncomfortable clothes? The slutty underwear. It was all thoughtfully about pleasing your Master right, but I didn't have that role anymore. I never did actually. However, I didn't mind the extra chores. Work was keeping my mind off stuff and since last night, I needed a lot of it. Just thinking about them together made me sick.

  The rest of the girls had already left to see their schedules, but of course, I had to be late. I didn't get any sleep last night thinking about what happened, so I fell asleep in the morning and if Sara didn't wake me up, I would've been even more late. Thankfully, the chores were supposed to be started at 10, so I had time for breakfast.

  After I finished the 'breakfast' if you may call it, I walked outside and walked down the hallway towards the schedule room. I usually go there before breakfast, but now I finally had enough apatite. My mind was unconsciously starting to erase last night. I just wanted to focus on my work. A few days ago, when I spent some time with Dimitri, the idea of escaping didn't cross my mind, but now, I felt like I was in hell again. It's like Dimitri managed to show me some kind of a good side, which now I see was fake, but at the same time I blew my chances with him and he was now back on the road with Jenna. She must fill my place perfectly since he even slept with her.

  What surprised me though was seeing that the first thing I had to do today was visit Dimitri's office. Okay, that can't be good. I sighed knowing what this is about. He probably found more information about me or he just wanted to announce my new 'job' as a house slave. Maid slave to be more correct. But I couldn't find the nerves to think about it much. Before, with my previous Masters, after I got punished I felt fear towards them. I was scared but of course never showed it. I was Master Jeremy's personal, but I only 'pleasured' him twice and I didn't mind him being with other slaves after.

  Now, it's like I felt anger towards Dimitri. Him and I never had anything more, but I could clearly remember how his kisses felt like. How his touch sent butterflies in my stomach. Now, Jenna had that. Oh, god, I'm turning into one of them. Pleasure slaves were living for attention. I'm not like that. I won't let myself be like that. I sighed walking out and trying to numb my thoughts. It usually helped thinking about what I have to do later, thinking about all my other chores, but now... Now it didn't work. I was nervous and all I could think about was what he wanted.

  As soon as I reached his door, I felt my heart drop in my stomach. Like I wasn't quite aware till now. I gulped and raised my fist to knock. Closing my eyes, I let out a deep breath and knocked on his door. He didn't waste time telling me to come in as I turned the knob, pushing the door open. Walking in, I saw him sitting on his chair and looking at some papers in front of him. Like he didn't even notice me. I closed the door quietly and put my hands together in front of me, keeping my head down.

  "Have a seat." He said firmly, and I walked towards the chair in front of his desk, sitting on it. I took my chance to stare at him for a few seconds while he was still looking at some paper and writing something down. The girls from my room told me it was Sunday today, so it surprised me seeing him work. His messy light hair falling down his forehead, his lips slightly pursed as he was completely concentrated on what he was doing. Gosh, he's hot, was all I could think about.

  Suddenly he looked up and I instantly moved my gaze, not wanting him to see me stare. I heard him sigh. "Today, you'll be accompanying me, Amelia. That's why I asked for you here." He said clearly as it took me a few seconds to register his words.

  "I will?" I blabbed out, but quickly bit my lip so I would stop talking. What kind of question was that?

  He chuckled, surprising me. "Yes, you will. You're my personal slave. It's your job." He said, making me even more confused. I'm his personal? Still? Than what the hell was that yesterday? "I don't usually work on Sundays, but there's a lot of work I have to finish up-," He cut himself off, concentrating on my hands that were resting on my lap. I frowned a little at first, not getting why he looked like he saw a ghost, but then remembered. I had a few cuts on them from yesterday. I completely forgot about that.

  Dimitri stood up, walking on the other side of the table and sitting on the chair next to me. The chairs were swivel so he turned to me, still focusing on my hands. I didn't even notice when I turned facing him. It was probably while he was walking towards me. After a few seconds, reached for my hands, flipping them so my palms was facing up. "Amelia, what happened?" He asked, his voice soften.

  I took in a deep breath, calming my racing heartbeat. "Just a few scratches from-" He suddenly cut me off.

  "-Working?" It wasn't really a question, but I just nodded my head. I'm not sure he saw me though cause he was still fixing on my hands. I could see him grimace slightly at the sight before him. "Can't believe I didn't notice this before," He said so quietly that I almost didn't hear him. He sounded tired. His voice was husky and deep.

  In just a few seconds, he brought his wrist to his mouth and bit it, showing no emotion of pain on his face. I couldn't register much cause his moves were fast, but when he reached his bloody wrist towards me so I'd drink, I unconsciously moved backwards. Most of my Masters did this so they would heal me and then when the punish me again it would hurt as much as the first time. They didn't want me to get used to the pain, so it was easier for them just to heal me and then 'cut' my skin all over.

  "Drink," He ordered, but I shook my head without even realizing it. Looking up in his eyes, I could see that he was getting annoyed. "Just drink the damn blood, Amelia," There was anger in his voice, but his eyes were telling me something different. I didn't really know why I didn't want his blood. I knew perfectly clear that it can heal me within seconds. He sighed in frustration. It surprised me he didn't force me to drink yet. "I just want to heal you. Please. There's not much time left," He said and I looked down at his hand. He was starting to heal, but the bites were still fresh.

  Dimitri brought his hand closer to my lips and I felt his other hand slowly moving behind my neck. Vampire blood had it's good sides, of course the healing, but it was still blood. It was disgusting and it gave you 80% chances of becoming a vampire if you die with it in your system. But Dimitri wasn't really asking anymore. He didn't force me, but his wrist was already almost touching my lips when I decided to drink.

  Soon, I felt the sweet yet sour taste as I closed my eyes. I felt his hand pushing me to drink more, but I couldn't. I slightly choked when he pulled away, as I felt the weird feeling as always. My whole body felt numb for a few seconds and then I felt like I never worked in my life. It didn't take long till I felt Dimitri taking my hands in his and looking at them. The scratches and cuts were gone. I felt him slightly squeezing my hands, but I don't think he noticed that. He looked... relieved.

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  I'm sure it had been more than an hour since I came into Dimitri's office. As his personal slave, I was supposed to accompany him trough the whole day. It was, like he said, one of my jobs. He gave me a few papers giving me directions what to do. I had no idea why, but he said he didn't want me to be bored and asked if I wanted to help. He talked to me a lot today, which confused me cause the last time he did it was in his room when after he changed his mind about punishing me. However, he acted a lot different now.

  On the papers that he gave me there were a lot of numbers. He said it had something to do with the blood that's taken away from the human hospitals, more correctly the blood bags that they keep here in the castle. So my 'job' was to calculate the numbers and write them down on the other paper. I was good with math, but I didn't understood a thing he said about the business stuff. Why these numbers were supposed to be calculated, I had no idea. But whatever it was, the numbers were big. And if they were anything about the blood bags like he said, I was more than sure that there was too much.

  "How's it going?" He asked, making me look up at him. Has he been watching me this whole time? He just smirked at my expression and still waited for an answer, but it wasn't hard to get lost in his eyes.

  I cleared my throat and looked at the paper. "Um- good, I guess," I said, hesitating if I should ask or not. "May I ask something?" He nodded his head.

  "Sure," Dimitri said clearly and the way he looked into my eyes made me feel like he can read my soul.

  I sighed and put the pen down, finally finishing. "I might misunderstood You before, but if I'm not wrong, these are the numbers of blood bags that are taken from the hospitals."

  "That's correct. The bigger part of them are stored in the castle, covering the needs of a bigger part of Venedocia." He explained softly.

  I bit my lip, thinking trough it again. It's still a lot. "It's none of my business, but isn't it maybe too much to be taken from a hospital?" I wanted to add, It's more needed there, but I remembered that if the vampires didn't drink from blood bags they would 'visit' the human world and that way there would be a lot more victims.

  It surprised me when Dimitri smiled at me. "It is a big amount, but it's not from one hospital, so it's barely even noticeable. Besides, we have people that are providing them for us. They're not stolen," I nodded my head, understanding. It made sense. "You know, you're good at this. I might take you as my assistant." He said, but there was seriousness in his voice for some reason.

  I didn't respond to that, cause technically, I wasn't supposed to, but he kept looking at me, like he wanted to continue. Then he chuckled. "What would you have done if I told you we were taking them from only one hospital?" I looked up at him, feeling my eyes slightly widening at his question. He was smiling, but vampires are good at manipulating.

  I slightly shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, it's- um," I stopped for a second, licking my bottom lip. "Just... There are a lot of people needing it," I said and looking back at him, I found him staring at me with a slight smile on his face. It wasn't the mocking kind of smile, cause I would've known if it was, trust me, but it was the kind of smile like he was admiring. I almost looked behind my shoulder to see if there was someone else in the room.

  "How is there place for so much good in your heart?" He asked almost breathlessly. I gulped, putting my hair behind my ear and looking down. I didn't know how to respond to that.

  "I'm sorry, Master. It's really non of my business," I said, crossing my fingers together on my lap.

  I heard him sigh. "Amelia, I told you this before. I don't want you calling me 'Master'." He explained and got up. I didn't know that was still standing. "Come on, we have a meeting to go to." Dimitri walked from the other side of his desk and reached his hand for me so I would take it and get up. I stared at it for a few seconds, but no matter how much my self conscious was aware of the effect his touch had on me, I took it. I almost closed my eyes at that same electricity I once felt. I had no idea why, but just taking his hand was causing it.

  He smiled and lead me with him. Soon, we were in front of a tall door, almost as tall as the one of the ballroom. Dimitri stopped in front of it and turned at me. "Do you know what to do?" He asked me quietly, and I nodded my head. I've accompanied my Masters before, so I knew what this was about. I've never been on a meeting with them, but I knew what he was talking about. I was supposed to, mainly keep quiet and kneel down next to his chair, do what he says in any kind of way, and of course address him formally. 

  Walking inside, we were now in a tall, white-goldish room. Huge windows from almost all sides of it as the light was blooming brightly. A long white modern table was placed in the middle of the room, and there were a few people sitting on it, while the rest were standing and talking. As soon as we walked in, they greeted Dimitri, and I kept my silence behind him. They all showed so much respect towards him and he didn't even bother stopping and greeting each of the separately. Just nodded his head in response.

  When we reached the end of the table, Dimitri sat down at the head of the table and the rest gathered, sitting down on their seats. I noticed a few other slaves accompanying their Masters, so it was kind of a relief that I wasn't the only girl in this room. Before I knelt down next to him, I had a quick second to look around since no one was paying attention yet. 

  They were all finding their seats, but what I saw had my whole body go cold. More correctly who I saw. My heart stopped and so did my breathing. It had my whole body frozen to the spot. All air was knocked out of my body and with every passing second, I found myself struggling to breathe, struggling to stay alive. I could feel my heart thumping loudly against my chest, blood was rushing in my ears and my whole body was throbbing. It's not possible. Not him. Not Adam.

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So Adam's back... Wonder what will happen when he sees Amelia o.o
Anyways thank you so much for reading! Hope you enjoyed! <3