• User ImagePROLOGUE

    It was a starless night, not that you could tell, the night sky was so thickly covered in trees. The only light to be seen was that of a dim candle being carefully embraced by a small cloaked woman. She didn’t necessarily use the candle, except for the occasional peek over her shoulder to see if she was being followed. However, shed been down this path often enough to do it blindfolded. She stopped to sit at a large moss laden log. A few moments went by in silence, when a sudden rustle came from the bushes near her. Slightly startled, she breathed a name. “Alu..?” a deep sigh came from the bush and a tall man came out slowly. “Jocelyn..” He was strong and well dressed, and had shoulder length dark brown hair. His face and hands were tan and somewhat leathery, from excessive sun exposure. He had a large mustache and a deep scar going down his left cheek. The woman he called Jocelyn took the hood off her cloak and pulled out long black wavy locks. Her emerald eyes glimmered in the little light they shared. He sat next to her on the log and kissed her passionately. She looked at him and he whispered “Jocelyn.. Your eyes..” she tried to look away, embarrassed, but he grabbed her chin and looked at her again. “No, their beautiful..” he seemed mesmerized by her eyes. “You like them?” she said in her heavy Latin accent. “Of course” he replied. “Alu.. There’s something I need to tell you..” she said quietly, looking down to her belly. “Sure love, tell me any-” his voice was cut short by a scream coming from their large house. “Papa! Aah!” came the voice. The man whispered “Rain..!” He began to look worried. Jocelyn sniffed the air. “I smell smoke!” he stood and began to walk quickly to the house. “Grab water. NOW!” he yelled as he started running. She ran to the well and grabbed two pails full of water. She ran too the house to find a group of frightened people huddled around It.” its ok. Someone didn’t put her candle out correctly and its flame caught to a curtain. Were lucky that’s all it got to..” the man said. The young girl standing in the crowd burst into tears. “Oh, papa! I am so stupid!” she cried, her long brown hair sticking to her wet face. “Rain, don’t say that..” her father said comfortingly. “Master de Dracule, is there anything we can do?” asked one of the older slaves. “No, Claire. Go upstairs, and bring the others.” He replied. As Jocelyn started up the staircase with her fellow slaves, she turned to have one last look at her lover..who was kissing another woman.. User Image
    User ImageCHAPTER 1--RAYN'S STORY
    It was a normal day at the de Dracule residence. Nothing much was happening. Jocelyn was sitting at the counter with her master AluCard de Dracule and his daughter Rayn. There were two of them named “Rain”, but one was “Rayn” with different spelling. They had their similarities and their differences. For one, Rayn was about 4 years older than rain, and was a lot bigger. She had always been muscular and strong built. But they both had brown hair (Rayn’s was darker) and black eyes. And they were both adopted. They were both abandoned as children too. When Rayn was younger, she lived in a very wealthy family. Her parents decided that she wasn’t worthy and locked her in a cellar. In there, she was allowed only one meal a day, and it was normally rotten, stale, or molded. The only person she considered a human was the little Dutch milkmaid named Polly. Polly tried to feed her and care for her as much as she could, but she had a twin sister who was dying that she had to take care of. Her name was Alice. Polly was short, plump, and in her mid 20’s. She had long curly blonde hair, and smoky amber eyes. One day, Polly met a young Italian girl who was lost and had just ran away from an abusive slave keeper. She called herself Jocelyn. Polly introduced Jocelyn to Rayn, and they became friends instantly. One day, they decided to try and help Rayn escape. Polly and Jocelyn tried opening the thick iron door, but the hinges were loose and they didn’t know it. The couple thousand pound iron door came crashing down so unexpectedly that they weren’t really able to get out of the way. Jocelyn got mostly out of the way, but her right leg got shattered under the weight. Rayn helped her pull her leg out, but it was broken and unusable. But where was Polly? Rayn and Jocelyn used all their strength to lift the door just a tiny bit off the edge of the floor, and what they found was horrific. A dainty pale hand wearing Polly’s favorite ring rolled out from under. It was covered in blood. Jocelyn checked the pulse. Polly was dead. Rayn, being much larger and stronger, though about 6 years younger, carried Jocelyn on her back for about a mile. They stopped at an apple tree at dusk and tried to rest, but someone on a dark horse appeared. He called himself AluCard de Dracule. He picked up the two girls, and took them to his house to nurse them. As soon as they were healthy, AluCard’s wife Isis told him to kick the girls out. But he had obtained a very close relationship with the two of them. He told them that if they became his slaves, he would be able to let them live with him. They agreed, and started working as servants. After about a year and a half of working, AluCard decided Rayn was too much of a daughter to him and he dropped her contract and adopted her. Within the next year, he met Andy and began having more intimate affairs with Jocelyn. She always was more important to him than the other slaves. They first started having sex right after rain became part of the family. They tried keeping what they did a secret, but you could never keep secrets then...User Image
    User ImageCHAPTER 2--JOCELYN'S STORY
    it was really late at night. Jocelyn thought she was the only one awake. She decided to treat herself to a shower after a long day’s work. She stepped into the stucco shower and started the water going. She dropped her soap bar, and as she was bending over to get it, she heard breathing behind her. She quickly snapped up and tied covering herself, but loosened as soon as she saw who it was. “Oh, Alu.. You startled me..” she said embarrassed. Her master AluCard de Dracule stood chuckling wearing only slacks. “mind if I join you?” he asked, pulling them off. Jocelyn frowned at him. His long brown hair she admired so much was shaved off. “trouble?” she said remembering his profession. “don’t you worry about it, love.” He replied, grabbing her by the waist. He kissed her over and over again in the hot shower. No one really knew much about Jocelyn.. she was kind of a mystery to them all. She never told anyone about her past. All they knew is that she was an abused slave girl from Italy. There was a lot of things about her no one knew. When she was about 5, her mentally unstable older brother Juan went insane and murdered her parents, aunt , 2 brothers, and 4 sisters right in front of her. The whole time this was going on, Jocelyn hid in a hole in the wall with her baby brother Carlos. After the screaming and gunshots were over, Jocelyn placed Carlos on the ground, and peeked around to see the dead bodies of her family. Juan lay on the ground, bleeding from the mouth, with an older man she had never seen before standing before him with a club in his fist. She ran back to her hiding place where Carlos was, but the strange man followed. User Image

    TO BE CONTINUED..