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Claire POV.
Edited.

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The bulky vampire guards have thrown me into an unfamiliar room so hard that my butt still stings from the impact.

Ass holes, I think, as I stand to my feet. I take a moment to search for my surroundings. This must be the room vampires use to prepare us humans for the most important day of our lives.

There really isn't anything special about this room, apart from a stand full of unfamiliar items in the center, with a huge mirror attached to it. There is a small red chair that is directly in front of the stand. To my left is a tub full of water, and to my right is a rack of many different styles of red underwear and bras in every size. I guess all the rumors are true. They really auction us off in nothing but a bra and panties. They won't have it any other way.

Vampires are nothing but some sick sadistic sh—

"Claire, is it?" a high-pitched voice interrupts my train of thought.

"That depends on who's asking," I sarcastically reply, flipping my rose-blond hair in the direction of the female voice.

To my surprise, it isn't a vampire who presents herself. Instead, it is a very pretty human. Her long chocolate-brown hair hangs down her back. She is wearing a red lace bra and matching panties. Her skin is flawless, not a single scar insight. I have never seen a human so well-put-together. I mean minus the fact that she is in nothing but her undergarments.

She actually is . . . How should I say this? She's . . . Well, I don't have a word to describe her, but I've never seen a human-like her.

She wrinkles her nose in disgust.

"Aren't you a feisty one? I guess that's why your instructor sent you to the slaughter first. Hmmm," she says. "Too bad for you. Please take a seat, and don't give me any trouble. I would hate for the guards to whip you before you're presented. When was the last time you washed your hair? You look horrible!" she adds.

Who the hell does she think she is? This winch is acting like she's one of them. I'm ready to give her a piece of my mind, but I stop in my tracks when one of the bulky vampires steps back into the room.

"Is everything okay, Jasmine?" he questions her.

She doesn't respond.

Who I now know to be Jasmine is staring at me with a single eyebrow raised, her penetrating green eyes dancing with mischief.

I follow her command and take a seat in the only chair present, crossing my arms in the process. I guess she decides to ignore my childish antics because she remains silent as she runs a comb through my long, tangled hair. The guard disappears from sight shortly after. I flinch every time the comb touches the top part of my hair. I hate that damn thing.

She slams the comb down and demands, "Take your clothes off now. This isn't going to work!"

She's got to be kidding me.

"No, I'm not taking off shit!" I respond.

Like she said I'm going to be slaughtered, but at least I can go with a little dignity.

Jasmine taps her heel impatiently on the ground. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to identify that she is used to other humans following her every command. That's when I realize exactly what type of human she is. She's one of the chosen, which explains why she's so high-maintenance.

A chosen is a human that a high-ranking vampire personally picks to perform certain tasks. They receive more privileges than most, but they are still slaves, just maybe a little more polished than the average ones. At the end of the day, chosen slaves are still nothing but mere humans.

Jasmine's patience is running thin; that much is obvious. But I don't give a flying crap. It was already bad enough that my instructor nearly knocked my face-off moments ago. I will not allow another human to intimidate me.

"I'm going to give you one more chance to take your clothes off. If you still have them on your body in seven seconds, you will regret it," she murmurs with that annoying high-pitched voice of hers.

Little does she know, regret is my middle name, and death wish is my last, sarcastically speaking of course. That's exactly why I do what most typical humans don't.

I flick my middle finger in her direction to infuriate Little Miss Uppity further.

She huffs and yells a little too loudly for my liking, "Guards!"

Drama queen. Jasmine will definitely fit right in with Victoria and her pose, like that is supposed to scare me. Screw them all.

I laugh out loud just to ruffle her feathers further, then an unfamiliar vampire in a grey dress suit walks into the room. He takes a look in my direction, and his lips curl into a wicked grin.

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The door opens instantly, and Jasmine walks in with a smile. She hands him a towel as they whisper back and forth.

"She's going to make the perfect breeder, trust me. I'll recommend her new status to the kings once she's presented to them."

"There's no need to put any makeup on her, or even do her hair. Present her with nothing on but red," he responds, as he finishes wiping himself off. He throws the soiled towel into my face, then walks out of the door.

The only thing I hear is the sound of Jasmine's heels as she walks around the room. Seconds, later she throws a cherry-red bra and underwear in my direction.

"I give you five minutes to clean yourself up. There is no need for you to put in too much effort. You will experience the same fate once you reach the land of the breeders. I know it sounds tough, but look at the bright side. At least you will have a purpose to live for."

She's crazier than I thought. I guess living so close to those monsters would do that to you. Most other humans must hate her, but I don't. In fact, I pity her.

Jasmine is not one of us. She sold her soul to the devil a long time ago. Anything that made her human has been ripped away from her. She has lost her humanity.

When the annoying click of her heels disappears, I manage enough strength to drag myself towards the stand. I pull myself up and search the unfamiliar items for anything that could be of use. A sharp-pointed item that I believe is a razor blade is what I manage to grab. The only challenge is to  hide it.

Searching the room in a panic, my eyes land on a red silk robe. Hopefully, they allow me to wear it.

I put on the robe and wrap a piece of tissue around the blade before sticking it into my underwear. The door swings open, and the two bulky vampires that dragged me into this room appear.

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