Enslaved To The Vampire Beast
Maye Mizona · Ongoing · 78.6k Words
Introduction
I smiled back. “Serve who?” I winced when my vision spun.
“Can’t you just be glad I saved your life?”
I laughed. “I didn’t want to be saved.”
He froze but got himself together quickly. “Unfortunately, you’re still alive. And as long as you are, you’re tied to me. I decide when you’re free. As long as I have you, you have to do what I want. You are nothing but a pet of mine that I can get rid of anytime I want.”
Tears fell from my eyes.
“You turned me into a monster!” I screamed. “I’ll never forgive you.”
He tilted his head. “Monster?” he laughed. “Just because we drink blood doesn’t mean we’re monsters. And I don’t care if you don’t forgive me. Anyway, forget this dramatic talk. No matter what you do, you’ll serve me. You won’t die until I say so.”
With my last breath, I screamed, “You can have my life, not my choices, you beast! You can turn me into a monster like you, but someday you’ll regret it. You’ll regret that you saved me. You’ll regret that you met me!”
I sniffed… I couldn’t feel my body anymore.
“I have been living for centuries now, Shekina. That threat doesn’t work.”
I laughed even though I was confused, in pain, and angry.
“That’s because… you didn’t have me in those years.”
Chapter 1
AZEKIEL’S POV
Humans are the worst creatures in the world. They’re useless, annoying, slow, pathetic, and shady. I don’t see anything special about them except when they do stupid things. I’m amazed they can get even dumber. I still can’t believe I have to get one now. I need to find a human and make it my slave.
"Fuck!" I cursed in annoyance.
I’ve been sitting here on the railing of a tall building for a while now, watching people. They’re all the same, so I don’t get why I’m making myself work hard to choose one. I could just grab any random person and introduce them to Dad to get this over with.
I suddenly felt someone behind me.
"Just say the word, Azi. I’ll pick one for you." Nikolai sat next to me and also looked at the people far below. "Reminder, Azekiel, Dad only gave you until tonight to choose."
That made me even more annoyed. If I don’t pick someone by tonight, Dad will choose for me. I know what kind of humans he likes, they’re the most annoying ones. No way. I’ll find one myself tonight. I’ll make sure of it.
"There!" Nikolai pointed at a woman wearing fancy clothes and carrying a sword. "Her sword looks powerful, Azi. You hate weak ones, right? This is your chance!"
I watched as the woman stopped when a little girl asked for a photo. She bent down to match the girl’s height, posed with two fingers near her face, and even pouted her lips covered in what looked like bloody crap.
"That’s a costume, Niko," I clicked my tongue.
"That’s good enough!" He lightly punched my shoulder. "You said you don’t want ordinary, right? If you get that woman, you can make her wear costumes every day!"
I just shook my head.
"At least I already have one," he said. "Tabitha."
In a flash, a woman appeared next to him. She bowed to Nikolai, and the idiot was so happy about how she treated him. But that’s how it should be, we’re supposed to be treated like kings. Fine. I just need to get one soon. At least I’ll enjoy having a slave.
"You smell good tonight," Nikolai complimented her. Tabitha moved closer and showed him her arm. He held it and sniffed it, then couldn’t stop himself from biting it. "Damn. You taste so good."
I swallowed hard when I saw blood drip to the floor. I quickly looked away from them.
"Get a room, Nikolai," I said when I felt his hands slide up Tabitha’s bare thigh.
"No." He stopped. "Go on, Tabitha. Go get some good sleep, baby. I need you tomorrow."
"Yes, Master Nikolai." Then Tabitha disappeared again.
Nikolai wiped his mouth before turning to me. I kept my eyes on the distance.
I don’t want to be careless when choosing my slave. I want it to be at least special. But maybe they really are all the same. If I keep being picky, the night will pass and I still won’t have one.
"I see. You finally decided," Nikolai whispered excitedly. I have no choice.
I watched the people below again. My eyes immediately locked on a woman running fast. I also saw a man running away from her, he was holding a bag that was clearly hers.
"You see that, Nikolai?" I pointed at the woman trying to get her things back. "That’s how stupid people are. That thief has a knife on his back. He won’t think twice about stabbing that dumb girl if she keeps trying to get back that worthless bag."
"That bag must have a lot of money," Nikolai said.
"Exactly!" I laughed while shaking my head. "She’ll risk her life for money." My eyebrows went up when another woman jumped into the scene. She tripped the thief, so he fell to the ground. That woman quickly grabbed the fallen bag, then went back to the lying man and hit him in the face with it.
"You’re such a big guy, and you steal!" I heard her say.
She turned her back on the man to go to the bag’s owner. The woman thanked her and even offered money, but she shook her head no. I couldn’t help but stare at her smiling face.
My neck snapped when I saw the thief get up.
The next thing I knew, the girl who stepped in collapsed on the cold ground, a knife was stuck in her back. I saw her gasp for air and try to open her blurry eyes. Strangely, I didn’t see any fear on her face, the kind humans should feel at a time like this.
The other girl screamed for help, but the people around just stared like they were watching a movie scene.
"Pathetic human," I whispered.
I quickly followed the thief with my eyes as he ran away.
"What a hero," Nikolai whispered.
I stood up and stretched my body. I jumped down from the building and blocked the thief’s way. He froze when he saw me. I noticed right away that he was shaking while pointing the knife he used to stab the girl at me.
"Why are you shaking?" I asked.
"Stay away from me," he threatened.
Before he could run again, I moved close to him fast. I put my hand into his chest and pulled out his heart. If I was like my siblings who love blood so much, this guy would probably be dry by now.
I shook my head. I’m picky about blood too. Not this ugly human’s.
The man fell to the ground. I placed his still-beating heart next to him.
"Damn. Can I have it?" Nikolai asked, he’d followed me.
I didn’t answer.
I went to the stabbed girl, who was still surrounded by people. I took her in my arms and walked away. People kept staring at me as I left. When I was far enough, I ran to a more secluded area.
"She’s dead," Nikolai said. He was already wiping blood from his mouth.
I gently put the lifeless woman down. I touched her head. I gasped softly as I slowly read her life story. I just nodded after. Now I understand why she didn’t seem scared to die.
"D-don’t tell me—"
"I found my slave.”
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Last Updated: 6/18/2026#63 Chapter 63 Still His
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