Broken Shadows

(Well everyone let me know what you think and I’ll continue on to chapter two.)

Chapter one

His pain was excruciating yet he would not allow these blood suckers to see it on his mangled face, he would be dropped not very gently to the cold marble ground in the extravagant hall. A pair of pure bloods watching him set his calm resolve to a burning rage, if only he had his weapon.
“Oh look yet another human at our feet.” came a voice, he would trace the source to a silver haired woman setting on a step of the grand staircase. She lazily stirred her finger in a champagne glass filled with blood before dipping it inside her mouth. As she did a pair of fangs protrude and rest upon her ruby painted lips before disappearing once more behind her lips. His anger evident upon his face would be noticed by the man who stood to the left of her, his hair as silver as her own. He would glance to the girl, “Would you like another slave Emaline?” a bored sigh escapes her lips, “No I have more than enough.” Both their heads turned to the staircase as another girl descended the steps, her deep crimson hair falling in wild curls to her waist would swirl around her small frame as her deep emerald eyes watched the scene unfold in front of her. He watched closely as she came down each stair making no sound as she did, pale yet shapely legs played peek a boo as she came down each step revealing slender ankles encased in black velvet heels that wound around her ankle. “Ahh Moria my disobedient child, what did we do to be graced with your benevolent presence?” She would ignore the condescending tone her father used as he addressed her. It would not take a genius to see the tension between the father/daughter pair, hanging back she rested against the banister of the grand staircase. The human man before her was staring at her, a mix of rage and curiosity in his eyes and much to her surprise she felt herself drawn in.

As her eyes met his he would feel his pulse quicken, “No, do not think of the bitch that way.” She was a pure blood and pure bloods were the reason his wife and child were dead, he would never allow himself to feel lust towards such a creature. However her gaze effected him more than he cared to admit, damn his body for it’s betrayal. She would approach him slowly and take his chin in her hands turning his jaw side to side as she studied him, “Father…if I take back what I said…about not wanting slaves would you object?” the surprise in his eyes told the man he was not used to his daughter accepting slaves, now his curiosity was piqued.
“No, I wouldn’t object as a matter of a fact it will make me rather happy to see you accept a slave.” ignoring her father she would ask him, “Your name?”
“Ethan.” he stated much quicker than he found himself thinking were possible.