Chapter 10

A yawn tore through her as she walked over and shook Maurita and Night with her foot, earning a groan. Sighing a little, she shook them again, watching as Night opened one eye to glare at her. "It's time to get up. You'll be learning a lot you two."

"We can't sleep in?" Maurita inquired as she sat up and stretched her arms. Yawning, she looked up at the dark silver haired woman that was standing over them. Yawning once more, she tossed the blanket off her and got out of bed.

"You guessed it." Cynthia grumbled as she also got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to get breakfast started if Aurora hasn't done it yet.

"Its once every blue moon that that happens." Candra commented and went to shake Night once more. Watching the newest slave bury his head, she shook her head with a roll of her eyes and walked to the foot of the bed. Grabbing a fistful of the blanket, she tugged, pulling it off the brunette haired man.

"Why do we have to get up? We're new." The newest slave whined as he glared at his teacher. Seeing it returned, he laid his face in the pillow and tried to ignore the stare that was on him.

"I take it he's not a morning person?"

"You got that right." Maurita said and grabbed a cup of water that was sitting near by. Walking over but keeping out of reach, she poured it on her sibling, watching him jump up with a growl. "That usually gets him up though."

"You've done it before haven't you?" Candra chuckled as the male slave glared at his sister more and more. It was funny since she never got a chance at having a sibling.

"Every day it seems like. Now give me that so I can pour it on you." Night growled as he chased after his only family out of the room.

It was good entertainment for the morning when all they usually did was rise out of bed like zombies. Sighing to herself, the amber eyed woman walked out and looked around. Her eyes fell on the made bed of Aurora, telling her that the slave was already up or spent the night with the vampire that they gave their life to. Taking a breath, she walked into the kitchen, seeing the twins fusing over something. "What is wrong with you two? You're like complete opposites."

"You sound like our Aunt June. She always said that to us." Night blurted out.

It made her wish that she had family that cared. She wasn't sure where her family was besides her mother who was a lost cause. Walking over to the cabinet, she grabbed the dishes that needed to be set out. Turning around and seeing Maurita standing there, she smiled and handed it to the woman.

"Did you do anything before you came here?" The auburn haired woman asked as she followed after the more experienced slave that was showing them the ropes.

"I was a waitress before Sebastian took interest in me. I'm glad he did."

"Why? What happened?"

"It's a long story that needs to be told another time. Right now we should be setting the table for breakfast." The long-haired woman laughed as if she told a joke or something. Grabbing some of the plates from the new slave, she worked on end of the table and met in the middle with Maurita. "What about you and your brother?"

"I wasn't allowed to work – so says my father. Owen worked odd jobs to help support the family even if a good chunk when to our parents' debts."

"So that was your brother's original name? What about yours?" Candra inquired as she looked up from setting the glasses. Staring into the unusual eyes that reminded her of the dogs that looked almost like wolves to her, she smiled a little. "Mine was Riva. My mother said it was a name that had been carried on on my father's side. I think it was a beautiful name but like you I chose to change it because of the memories it brought."

"Renita was my name."

Nodding, she took some of the silverware and started to set the table when the door opened. Looking up and bowing her head a little as Sebastian came walking in with Anthony and Aurora behind him. As she continued to work, she bit her lip to keep questions silent. Even now she hated seeing Anthony.

"Is she doing all right Candra child?" Sebastian asked with a smile as he walked pass them even if Anthony sat down. Aurora stood by, making him look back.

"Yes Master."

Nodding, he walked into the kitchen with the ebony haired woman following after him.

"Is that what we call him?" Maurita questioned as she went over to stand by the long-haired slave that was her mentor. Looking up, she saw something in the eyes that was familiar. The anger but the one thing she noticed was the yellow tint that they were taking on. "Candra?"

"What?" Shaking her head, the amber eyed woman looked over at the slightly shorter slave that was next to her. It was like she was starting to hate the man that was helping her out with the life that she hated.

"Is that what we call him?" The icy blue-eyed woman repeated as she looked toward the door that the two disappeared behind.

"What the fuck do you think slave?" Anthony commented finally as he glared at the two that were standing. Growling at them, he watched as Candra turned her attention to him, returning the intense gaze. He even noticed something was going on with the woman's eyes. It just made him want to push her until she broke. He wanted to see the results that he got.

"You are a guest Anthony must I remind you. So that means you respect the man of the house's slaves." Candra hissed before walking into the kitchen. The fight would be pointless because of the fact that he was closer to Sebastian then the slaves that he had to pleasure him.

Yawning and seeing that the food was almost done, besides their master snatching food for the plate and getting his handed slapped by the spatula, it was almost a normal day. Looking over at Night who was working on cleaning last night's dishes, she smiled a little.

"He's actually following orders. I'm surprised." Maurita commented softly, making the slightly taller slave jump at the sound. Smiling a little with a blush, she walked over and went to go help her brother with anything he needed.

"You sure that they are doing fine?" Sebastian inquired as he walked over to Candra's side and watched the twins.

"You seem like the type of man that would split them up." The slave blurted out harshly as she looked at the man that was standing beside her. It had to be the anger with Anthony that made her this way since she normally didn't talk to him like this.

Staring at her as if someone switched her with someone else that had a different attitude, he raised an eyebrow. Glancing at the door from the corner of his eye, he had a feeling that it was Anthony's fault that this happened. Knowing his friend, he would do something to set the woman off.

"I said you seem like the type of man that would split them up, causing them misery. Are you deaf Sebastian?" Her voice raised, showing how impatient she was at the vampire that changed her life. She wasn't sure why she was feeling like this toward him. It was like some raw emotion she never felt before was breaking away from its chains and showing its head. Looking at the man that swallowed whatever was in his mouth, she narrowed her eyes.

"I'm not that mean Candra child. Now what has Anthony done getting your feather's all ruffled up?" Sebastian questioned as he looked back at the door then back at the slave that was being the mentor for the newest. He took in the tint that her eyes were changing to, making him wonder what her family was like.

"You seemed like that type of person Master." She hissed and walked away to get away from everyone. The fact that he could harm any of them, could have split the twins up, caused her anger to boil over. She wanted to let it out but she wasn't sure how to do that. She never felt this kind of anger before. It was new and she wanted to understand it more.

It didn't make any sense that she thought he would cause harm to them; to split them apart when the only person that they had left was each other. Sighing as she stared at the woods that were in front of her, she turned to look at the door and sighed once more. It felt good to be outside in the sunlight. It would even feel better if she was allowed to go anywhere when she was allowed to.

Stepping toward the woods that stood over her, trying to intimidate her, she continued to walk toward it. She wanted to be alone, to understand the anger that washed over her. It wasn't something she could remember doing before. It was a completely new side of her that she didn't know was locked away.

Stepping farther and farther into the woods that kept her home from view, she looked around. Brush was all around her, covering spots to the point you could barely see through it. It was something new that she hadn't seen since where she lived barely had woods around it. Then again, she barely left the places that she knew well to explore because of who her mother was, what her mother had become.

Looking around, trying to take everything of the new surrounding, she took in the scent of pine needles and other aromas that mingled together so perfectly that no perfume would compete with it. She wondered how anyone would be afraid to walk into this place especially with the sound of birds chirping and other creatures making nature's music.

"A woman."

Her body froze at the sound that was around her, echoing with a hint of desire in it. She didn't recognize the voice from anyone she knew. It was a completely new thing that she didn't know of. Looking around, she saw nothing of whoever spoke. "Stupid imagination."

"Am I now?" The person spoke again, this time letting her take in the gruffness that was in the tone. Whoever it was also had a hint of a smile in their voice, making her look around. She caught sight of him. His body was covered in fur with a snout of a wolf. He looked and acted like he was actually completely human but was deciding to walk on all fours. "I'm just your imagination girl."

"I'm not a girl." She responded with her amber eyes narrowing. She hated it when people used that term as something offensive. She heard it plenty when she was working at the restaurant. There was a waitress – like her – but shorter then her. She actually looked like a child with her long hair. She was being called girl by everyone to the point she snapped and started to ramble on about her age and who she was. The next time she saw her, her hair was cut short which made her look older.

"Okay you're a woman. So why are you here in my woods? It's not every day that I see a woman in my woods." The lycanthrope wondered as he circled around her, causing her to walk back into a tree. He smiled the best he could, watching her for anything that would let him have a game of chase that would be turned deadly when he sank his teeth into her body.

His brunette eyes caught sight of the brand that was on the exposed skin. "So you're that lamia's pet?"

"Not a pet dumb ass. I'm just a slave because I chose this life." She corrected with her temper flaring at the little name that was given to them by people that weren't allowed to have slaves to do what they wanted them to do. Or were lazy.

He chuckled and rose to his hind legs. Walking over to her, he towered over her which was a good thing if he was trying to intimidate her. He wasn't really trying because his stomach was already full with game. Lowering his face until it was in front of hers, he watched the amber eyes for anything that would be interesting. "You're a pet, admit it."

She growled as her eyes narrowed. How many times does she have to correct someone? Taking a breath, she heard him howl as he backed away with laughter filling him. She shook her head at whatever he thought was funny.

"You are different. This is exciting." The werewolf said as he fell back onto all fours, shaking his snow-white fur that stood out against everything else. Focusing his gaze on the slave that was in front of him. He continued to laugh.

"How am I different? I'm human and that—"

"That is where you're wrong? I can see it clear as day. Those eyes of yours tell me that you are more then just human. Who was your father woman?"

The topic of her father hurt. It hurt to think about the man that decided to leave because of who knows what reason. She didn't want to think of the man that might have been the only piece that would have kept her mother from becoming an addict that she was today. Lowering her eyes and seeing that her hands were playing with the ends of her shirt, she shook her head. She wasn't going to answer him.

"Was it Noble? Maddox Noble?"

Meeting the mud brown eyes of the creature that roamed the woods around her, she shook her head. She wasn't sure who her father was since he left when she was little. The name, however, sounded so familiar like her old name. Blinking and trying to take it all in, she soon noticed the black spots dancing in her vision. She watched them grow larger until they consumed her sight, letting everything fall in silence and darkness.

Technically I haven't worked in this because it's been a while since I actually did the start of this chapter. I was working on fanfics and First Death series. Luckily I can check off First Death but include First Night. *sighs* please review, favorite, and/or alert. I also accept fanart because I love seeing illustrations.