She is arranged to be married to Damien, my boss's eldest son. They found her at an Underworld auction for young girls, but as it turns out, she is descended from the leader of the enemy coven of vampires. She bears the mark of their tribe: a birthmark shaped like a banana on her inner thigh. In order to finalize a treaty, Voltar's Villans, the coven I work for, is going to marry her off to Damien and have him "mate" with her thus binding the covens by blood. Thrilling.

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     "I'm Alexandra. I'm your body guard," I said when she got into the limousine. She immediately replied, "I don't want to get married to a vampire! It's not fair! What if he's ugly? I'm much too beautiful for someone ugly! I can't believe my dad gave me to an auction house to pay off his prostitution debt! Like, vampires bought me? They're so icky. Blood? EW!"

     "Right. We'll arrive at the mansion in two hours. I'm to take you to your room immediately after, where a group of sexy vampire slave women are going to spruce and lesbianly violate you before you meet Voltar, you future husband's father. He's going to inspect you or something. I imagine it will be graphic. Make sure you're a virgin, which you of course are. Hopefully he'll just eat you, but because you're an investment of sorts, it's doubtful."

     "Are you a vampire! Oh God! Please, don't kill me. I have money, lots of money. My family is very rich! But that Vartorn guy won't let you hurt me, because I'm going to marry his son and I'm related to his enemies. Is Darren hot?"

     "I'm a werewolf, actually. When the moon's out, I can't guarantee I won't rip you little blond body apart. And, by the way, his name is Damien, and he's not unfortunate looking. Lucky for you though, he's not interested in your type."

     "I guess I'm going to be some sort of vampire queen, right? Damien doesn't like humans, does he? I always knew I was born for greatness. I mean, look at me. I sparkle I'm so special!"

     "Oh, shut up already. I won't get in trouble for beating you. My orders were to detain you by all means necessary. I'll just say you ran. Got it, Mary-Sue?"

     The girl glared at me and pouted, and I smirked at her as I leaned back against the sqeaky leather seat. She sat across from me, dressed in a rather slutty nightgown for someone who was only sixteen. She had long blond hair and bright blue eyes, and an extremely small frame. She'd make a horrible meal. The girl was pretty, sure, but there was nothing overtly captivating about her. I hoped deep down inside that Damien would bite her neck a little too hard and rip her apart. On second thought, I'd like that pleasure.