My parents had been forcing me to feed vampires since I was 8. They said it was the least I could do to make up for being evil.

I thought that was what all my life would be like.

To clean the house, take care of everyone, cook all the food, feed vampires, and then die when my blood drained.

But the night befor my 18th birthday, this vampire Victor visited.

As usual, Mom recommended me. Most vampires took the suggestion, but he scoffed.

“Why would I want a child?” He inquired.

“All of my clients were more interested in her. They say she’s sweet and addictive. We’ve already had three offers to buy her when she turns 18.” Mom told him.

My eyes widened and I turned to stare at my parents. They didn’t even look ashamed. They looked pleased.

How could they sell me, like sell me, not just my blood?

“How much were they offering?” The Vampire asked.

"The current high offer is one and a half million. "

The Vampire did not even give me a glimpse.

“Two million, if she’s everything you say she is, and I take her tonight.”

Then, everything in my life changed...