Indentured Freedom: Owned by the Vampire by Candace Blevins

Author:Candace Blevins [Candace Blevins]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: eXcessica
Published: 2015-11-20T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Queenie

Master had my hair styled and makeup applied professionally again, and now my hair was much lighter, and my eyes made up to look larger.

When he showed me my new driver’s license and other documents, I understood why — he was having me made up to look more like the identity I was assuming.

The man who gave me the papers talked to me for three hours about my new identity, detailing and then quizzing me about the life I was assuming. She was a seventeen year old runaway, her mom was a junkie, and her dad had remarried and had hired a private detective to look for her, but didn’t appear to be doing anything else. The vampire had already mind-fucked the private detective, so he was no longer looking in any of the right places.

“Bottom line, you can’t use your identity anywhere officially until a few months after her eighteenth birthday. I know you want to buy a car and start driving, but you’ll have to wait another five months. She lived in Detroit, so you’re free to use the name casually, just hold off on using her social security number.”

“What happened to the girl?”

He shook his head. “Life’s hard on the streets for runaways. She’s dead.”

No more questions, Queenie.

I looked at my Master, realized he wasn’t in the mood to see my strength at the moment, and dropped my gaze.

My new name was Victoria Renee Anderson, which made my having the nickname Queenie make sense. Master told me I’d be introduced as either Queenie, or Queenie Anderson.

We talked at length about why and how I’d been able to dominate August, and he’d asked why I’d called him Gus. I had no idea it was a trigger name, but my using it meant it was possible I had the ability to dig into people’s memories, and he brought some weaker vampires in for me to experiment with.

Between the etiquette books, the makeup and hairstyling lessons, the comportment teacher who felt it necessary I learn to walk gracefully in shoes with impossibly tall heels, and Master’s lessons on power, I was only getting a few hours of sleep a day. Add to this the fact Master thoroughly used me and drained me, and I was running on fumes despite the fact I had an unlimited supply of cow and buffalo steaks.

However, the day before my final night with him, he left me in wolf form after he fed from me, and walked me to the basement. I went into the strange, small cage when he ordered, and turned to look at him, unsure why he was putting me down here. Had I displeased him?

“Sleep, my little wolf. No studying, no books. Just sleep. You’ll be fine.” He held me gaze and repeated, “You’ll be fine,” before he turned and left me, switching the light off so I was plunged into total darkness.

I heard him in my head, ordering me to sleep, and I obeyed.

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