Yet Another Vampire Slave Story

Scouting the alley ways full of homeless people, he was looking for a victim. Homeless people were easy; sadly police don't really pay attention to them. Almost as if it's their fault they are homeless, like they decided not to care in life and gave up. But now, it's the economics fault and the president is trying to fix what the idiotic president before him did. Finally spotting a good victim that wasn't awake, he slowly and soundlessly went behind the person who was sleeping on their side. He sat down and held the victim, who was sound asleep, in front of him. Just as he sank his fangs into his victims shoulder, thunder cracked and echoed in the dead of night and was followed by the start of heavy rain. His victim was squirming but he had one hand over their mouth and a strong arm holding them against him. As he was drinking the blood of his victim, feeding his craving for blood, he looked around him as he heard footsteps followed by another crack of thunder that was quickly followed by lightening. He spotted a girl standing under a street light only a few yards away with wide eyes. Then she gathered herself and continued to walk to wherever she was heading.

She knew that vampires were real; she knew that there was a vampire stalking the ally way that recently became her home. She soon crawled into her box to get out of the rain and to fall asleep. As the ends of her shoes stuck out and she had her back against the back of the box that was against the wall, she closed her eyes and smiled. She remembered reading stories online of vampire love stories. They were mostly vampire salve stories or vampire school love stories but she's a sucker for vampire love stories. Done sucking a more than he needed, but not fetal (they'll just be out for a couple of days), he licked the blood from the sides of his mouth, and he wiped any access blood that his tongue could not reach with the back of his hand. He gathered himself and straightened out his shirt and then he went looking for the girl that saw him. He slowly walked until he saw the same pair of worn out vans that the girl he saw was wearing sticking out of a box. He smiled sideways and walked to the pair of shoes. He lightly tapped one shoe with his foot. The girl shift a little bit inside the box but didn't do anything else. Just then a huge crack of thunder echoed the night, this woke her up and he tapped her foot again. She groaned but brought her feet into the box, crawled out of the box a little bit and then looked up at the guy. She got a glimpse of him when the lightening lit up the night sky, then he was just a silhotte standing in front of her.

"Can I help you" She asked politely
"You saw me" he said as he crouched down in front of her. His voice was smooth and sent chills down her spine. They spend a few minutes looking into each other eyes. "Would you like to work for me?" he asked
"If this is because of what I saw, I promise that I won't tell anyone" she said
"I trust you on that. I just think that a beautiful girl as yourself shouldn't be living on the streets" he said
"Ummm sure" she said after some thought as thunder cracked in the night.
"Well let's get your stuff into my car" he said as she nodded her head. She crawled out of the box and gathered her things. For someone that's homeless, she has a lot of things as she just became homeless 3 months ago. Together, they put her stuff into the back of his black Mustang. Once they were done, she climbed into the passenger seat as he sat down behind the wheel. "Ummm what's your name? That way I'm not in a car with that much of a stranger" she said
"Right. My name is Trent. And what's yours?" he asked as he pulled away from the curb.

"Star. I know it's a weird name but..." she said
"I find it to be a beautiful name and fits you well" he said
"Ummm thanks" she said as she looked down
"So how did you become homeless?" he asked
"Well I recently graduated from college. It wasn't much, just associate's degree in fashion design. But no place was hiring, no fashion company, not even retail. Soon the first bill for my school loans came and I had to use the money that was in my checking account. I still lived with my parents, but I didn't really get along with them. They made me pay rent and soon I had to take money out of my savings account. I sold a lot of my things but it wasn't enough and they kicked me out. And I couldn't live with the small amount of friends I had because I couldn't pay them rent. That was like 3 months ago. I'm just happy that I finished 'my look'. My friends helped me with that. If they saw me happy then they wouldn't feel so bad about not being able to prevent me from living on the streets." Star said
"Wow... ummm what kind of fashion designer did you want to be?" Trent asked
"Punk and/or gothic" Star said
"I should've guessed" Trent said smiling.

"It's okay. For all you know I could be a prep in disguise" Star said
"Yea, ok. Let's see: your ears are completely pierced, your nose is pierced, you have the bottom left hand corner of your lips pierced along with 2 piercings on the bottom right hand corner, and a couple of tattoos. Yea, a really prep. Beside you have deep rich red hair, preps dont have exotic hair color like that. In fact, I think you're beautiful, I don't find preps beautiful. And they totally would have freaked out when they saw me sucking blood. You went wide eyed for like a minute and then walked off like you see me sucking blood all the time. Why was that?" Trent asked
"Well I believe in vampires, despite what most people think. And I couldn't care less if you sucked the blood dry from my veins. I feel like I live in a nightmare" Star said
"Seeing your face, I don't think I can kill you" Trent said
"Does a vamp have a crush on a stupid homeless human?" Star asked almost like she was going to nag him like they've been friends since they were kids.

"Anyway, do you want to know what your job is?" Trent asked trying to avoid that topic (of feelings) as much as possible and was glad Star didn't press the topic.
"I know what it is. I am to become your personal property. Slave; servant; whatever you want to call it. I am to belong to you" Star said
"Scary enough, you're right. How did you know?" Trent asked surprised
"Well I use to spend a lot of time reading vampire love stories online; I'm a sucker for them. And most of them were vampire slave stories, and so I thought I would guess personal servant" Star said
"If I ask you later, will you go into more detail of the vampire slave stories?" Trent asked
"Of course. Am I to ummm call you master?" Star asked as she looked at him and he almost cringed at the word "master."
"I'm afraid so. Vampires are evil and we love it when we feel powerful. People calling us their master makes us feel superior" Trent said
"Are you going to punish me, if I do something wrong? That'll make you feel powerful" Star said
"And we are at your new home" Trent said and was glad that he didn't have to answer her question.