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[i] Annarose clutched the hilt of a pistol with 5 bullets made to cause extreme weakness to vampires. Her heart’s drumming overrode any other sound, piercing through the wall her sharp back bones touched, knowing the vampire was awaiting the arrival of her headslave. [b] Her head, “trustworthy” slave who had plans of a murderous riot. [/b] The frail girl knocked softly on the door, as if disturbing her master too loudly would cause the house to shatter into an atomic blaze. 

“Madam, your… daily order is here.” Annarose’s lips twitched up into a smile, yet her face was blank, empty, and lifeless as she waltz through the door opening, approaching the vampire lumbering in a chair faced away from her. Normally the vampire would pierce her eyes through the souls of every slave, but not Annarose, instead she would be greeted with soft orders. 

“Place it on the table and leave me, Anna, and tell the other slaves behind you to complete the daily chores and bring forth my victim of the day.” Anna’s steps stuttered, the corners of her vison darkened, her fingers on the gun couldn’t feel more numb. 

“Acknowledged, however the order belongs in a special place.” The shaky slave rose the gun to the back of the vampire’s head. She didn’t want to do this. No one wanted to be a [b] murderer [/b]. But she was step one of years of planning, her failure would be at the cost of her life. She closed her eyes and pressed the trigger. [/i]

~~~A week later

Annarose’s index finger twitched as the teenager roused from a slumber in an alley, her nose would scrunch up when a freezing drop of rain ran down it. It was one among the many already soaked into her torn, pale yellow slave dress the same color as her lengthy hair and large eyes. The only thing she missed about her previous mansion was the roof over her head, these grey skies seemed to always be raining as if even they held sorrow for humankind. It was as if she never left her place, she seemed to visit it in her dreams everynight. [i] Murderer [/i] her mind quickly reminded her. “So hungry….” She whispered and shivered, weakness finally rearing its ugly head in times of when a little too many meals were skipped and too many miles had been ran the previous day away from that place. Today wasn’t the day to die. “Hello!?” She called out, her voice echoing through the seemingly abandoned town with a few eerie houses off into the horzion