Chapter 1

Tatina POV

Yesterday I was taken from my home. Today I am here being pampered and primped to be the most beautiful creature I can be. I have never had my hair dyed and curled. I have never had my nails done. I have never been to a spa. Yet here I am today getting pampered. Who knows what hell awaits me. I have heard horror stories about the auction. I have heard about the things that happen to the people who end up here.

Here I am with others just waiting to be auctioned out to the highest bidder. It is not fair. I should not have to be here. My father was an idiot. He could not stop gambling. He lost everything playing poker with the vampire authority elite. Now I have to pay for his crimes. I have to be here to cover his debts. I should be getting married or going to college but no the vampire authorities plucked me out of my home on my 21st birthday and drug me here. Here to this hell to be auctioned off to some sicko.

Maybe I will get lucky and end up with a nice family that just needs a nanny or a maid. At least I will have plenty of food and a roof over my head. The worst that could happen is I could be killed. Drew was so excited to get his hands on a hybrid. My mother a fairy and my father a vampire I am the only child. I have the powers of a fairy and vampire qualities. Unfortunately, I cannot get myself out of this mess. Horace drugged me as soon as I got here to suppress my abilities.

"Are you okay?" the young blonde girl painting my nails asks me.

"I guess. I have no choice but to be fine," I reply.

"True, but you are very pretty. I am sure you will be fine," she says.

"I am scared," I say. I begin to cry. Why am I crying? I am crying because I am about to be auctioned to the highest bidder.

"Shhh. You do not want Horace coming over here. Please calm yourself. Besides you do not want to be all puffy when they take your picture," she says.

She is right. I need to remain calm and smile. I need to be prepared for what comes. The first chance I get I can run. If the drugs would wear off I could free myself from this place. I can fight my way out. I feel a pinch. I look to my left he got me again. He will keep me drugged. It doesn't mean however gets me will keep me drugged. I can do this. I can survive.

"Now look at your nails. They are perfect. I am going to get Lisa to come to do your makeup and JoJo will do your hair. Okay?" she says.

I nod. I am not in the mood to talk to anyone. Here comes Horace again.

"Smile girl. You are the big-ticket tonight," he says.

I give him a fake smile. I wish I had my powers. I would enchant his ass into a fairy trap.

"Are you scared? Nothing to be scared of unless one of the weirdos gets you, like me," he says with an evil laugh.

JoJo comes up behind me and starts pulling at my hair.

"Don't you worry about him? He is not allowed to bid anymore. Not since he killed that girl a few years ago. She was so precious. She was 28 and indebt heavy to the vampire authority. It was sad. Really sad. Horace bought her and well she was never heard from again. The vampire authority took him off the auction list and now he is stuck working here for them forever," she says.

"How did you end up here?" I ask.

JoJo starts twisting my hair up in braids. "I owe but not a lot. So I can work here a few years and be done. I was given the option to go in the short term auction, but since I am a hairdresser they needed me here instead," she says,

"Oh. My father sold me," I respond.

"I am sorry to hear that. Too bad they couldn't take him instead," she says.

"Yeah. I know. I hate him for doing this to me. My mother stood by and let it happen. I think she was jealous of me because I am a hybrid. I did not ask to be a hybrid or to be born or to be in this mess," I say.

"None of us asked for this, but here we are. The only thing I can do for you makes you beautiful," she says.

JoJo twists and braids my hair into a Viking hairstyle. I never knew my stringy long dark hair could look so beautiful. She is really good at this. I hope she can get out of this life soon.

Lisa comes over to start her makeup. She does not say much. She looks at my skin dabs some stuff on my face. It is so icky. I have never been one to wear a lot of makeup. She has painted my eyes dark and put on red lipstick. I look like a whore.