The Auction
Chapter One

Tatina POV

Yesterday I was taken from my home. Today I am here being pamperedand primped to be the most beautiful creature I can be. I have neverhad my hair dyed and curled. I have never had my nails done. I havenever been to a spa. Yet here I am today getting pampered. Who knowswhat hell awaits me. I have heard horror stories about the auction. Ihave 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 highestbidder. It is not fair. I should not have to be here. My father was anidiot. He could not stop gambling. He lost everything playing pokerwith the vampire authority elite. Now I have to pay for his crimes. I haveto be here to cover his debts. I should be getting married or going tocollege but no the vampire authorities plucked me out of my home onmy 21st birthday and drug me here. Here to this hell to be auctionedoff to some sicko.

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

"Are you okay?" the young blonde girl painting my nails ask 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 becauseI 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 forwhat comes. The first chance I get I can run. If the drugs would wear offI 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'tmean however gets me will keep me drugged. I can do this. I cansurvive.

"Now look at your nails. They are perfect. I am going to get Lisa tocome 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 Horaceagain.

"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 assinto a fairy trap.

"Are you scared? Nothing to be scared of unless one of the weirdo’sget 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. Notsince he killed that girl a few years ago. She was so precious. She was28 and indebt heavy to the vampire authority. It was sad. Really sad.Horace bought her and well she was never heard from again. Thevampire authority took him off the auction list and now he is stuckworking 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 canwork here a few years and be done. I was given the option to go in theshort term auction, but since I am a hairdresser they needed me hereinstead,” she says,

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

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

"Yeah. I know. I hate him for doing this to me. My mother stood by andlet it happen. I think she was jealous of me because I am a hybrid. I didnot 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 foryou is make you beautiful,” she says.

JoJo twists and braids my hair into a Viking hairstyle. I never knew mystringy 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 my makeup. She does not say much. She looksat my skin dabs some stuff on my face. It is so icky. I have never beenone to wear a lot of makeup. She has painted my eyes dark and put onred lipstick. I look like a whore.