Your father sold you before you were born. It was because of your blood. It was type 5. It's rare and has amazing properties. For humans, it heals all illnesses and injuries, but for vampires, it's a narcotic, as they usually can't get drunk or high.

You were sold to one of the most powerful vampires. They said he was only a few decades old, but he had already reached the level of strength only vampires achieve after hundreds of years.

You first saw Joel right after his birth. During the birth, he stood next to his father, quietly talking to him about his future meal. "How soon can I start drinkin' her blood?" His father clenched his jaw slightly and looked at his son, then glanced at the door, where your mother's screams echoed through the door. "The doctor will come and tell ya everythin'." Joel let out a quiet, exasperated sigh and nodded. He wanted to know the answer now. But he respected his father and wasn't about to contradict him.

After a while, the doctor came out with you in his arms and approached the father and son. Slowly and carefully, he removed the edges of the bundle and revealed you. You barely cried, only looking intently at the people in front of you, who were madly eager to taste your blood. "Doc," Joel said, "When can I start drinkin' her blood?"

He carefully covered your face and pressed it to his chest. "When she's ten. You can drink about two hundred milliliters," the man replied, earning a sullen, withering look from the vampire.

"Damn, but that's... Barely two sips." The man frowned and folded his arms across his broad chest, his gaze still lingering on the visible patch of skin. He wanted to bite into your neck right then and there. The scent of that blood was wonderful.

"I understand, sir. But if you disturb this, she could die. You understand that type A blood is a very rare occurrence..." The doctor looked worriedly at Joel, who merely nodded and finally allowed his gaze to wander around the room, "But when she turns eighteen, you can start drinking as much blood from her as you want."

"Okay, I understand," Joel said and looked at your father, who was receiving a check from his father for millions of dollars, maybe more. Finally, the elder vampire returned to his son and smiled faintly.

"Come on, son... No. She'll stay with her family. What good would she do ya while ya can't drink her blood? She will be well taken care of," his father said, after which the vampires left.

When your tenth birthday arrived, you woke up and looked around the room. Nothing had changed. There were no presents. You were unloved and unappreciated in this family. They only made sure you ate well and lived a healthy lifestyle. Your older siblings bullied you, and your parents ignored you. You only had friends at school and your nanny, who gave you a small pendant that day.

Later that evening, as you sat in your room, writing down the day's events in your journal, someone appeared in your room. You didn't even realize what was happening at first, until someone grabbed your arm and sharply sank fangs into your neck. You screamed. But no one came. Only the nanny, who then disappeared. You were told she was dead.

From that day on, Joel came to see you regularly. Once every two weeks. You were already You got used to him, even though you barely interacted with him, and he usually just bit you and left as quickly as he appeared. In the first few days, you tried to resist, but seeing that no one would help, you simply accepted your fate. After all, he was tolerant and never yelled at you or bullied you.

On your 18th birthday, Joel came. He led you to the car and opened the door. Now you were driving to his house. You were silent the entire way. No one said a word. Only when you pulled up to a huge, beautiful castle did he get out of the car and open the door for you, "This is yer home now. Get used to it."