Aurora wake up first from her bed. She was the oldest girl in this orphanage. She was already 20 and they shouldn’t keep her here so long. But they let her stay in exchange for work around house. She was cleaning up, making laundry, cook and taking care of younger kids. She knew, it won’t stay long this way, it was rare that they let someone stay here just for working. Director of this facility kept Aurora, because of her blood. That was the only reason, why she let her eat and sleep in her orphanage. Aurora is going to be auctioned. This day is going to be soon.

She washed her face, brush her long hair in braid and wear grey dress, that she was wearing to work. She went to the kitchen.

'Sorry bee, but today we don’t need you here. Miss Millard told me to sent you to her office right away. But sit down for a moment and eat breakfast.'

Cook was always nice for her. She was nice for all kids. She didn’t like rascals, so for them she wasn’t so nice. She gave her chocolate bun and smiled, putting oatmeal in her bowl. So today was the day, huh? She was going to be sold. She ate her breakfast, washed dishes after her and went to the director’s office.

'Miss Millard, you called for me?'

She went inside with her eyes looking down.

'Mhm. Today we are going to auction house. Do something better with your hair than this disgusting braid. And smile. Maybe you will find some good house as maid.'

Millard was smoking and even didn’t looked at her. She was too busy with her red nails.

'Yes, Miss Millard. Thank you.'

'Someone will come for you at 7. Today you don’t have to work, take care of your hands. Here, take this cream.'

She took cream from her desk and left. So it’s today… she must say her goodbyes to kids, to gardener and cook. She hated orphanage. She spent here 15 years. But thanks to those people, her life her was better. More bearable for little girl she was.

Cook kissed her with tears in her eyes. She gave her some sweets. Later, she gave them all to younger kids. She was adult, she don’t need sweets. Gardener was sad too, shaking his head.

'You know how to take care of flowers, you understand them. It such a shame I couldn’t take you… ay, it doesn’t matter now. Don’t forget old Filip, ok?'

'Sure. I would never forget about you and your lessons…' - she hugged old man delicate.

In the evening, in small bathroom, she washed herself, take care of her hair and getting ready. She smelled cheap soap. It doesn’t matter. She was clean, her hair made in updo. She used cream, which must be expensive and smelled roses. It doesn’t matter. Everything she used, eat, drink, everything - Millard will get it back after selling her.

She sat in car. Millard wasn’t smoking. She looked very elegance.

'I hope, that I will get back part of costs from selling you. You are not beautiful or wise. You don’t have any special talents. Only taste of your blood can bring me some money.'

They arrived to auction house in silence. They didn’t talk all way, because… about what? About what should they even talk? Director and her pupil, which went for auction like sack of grain. Auction house was a huge villa, which was closer to small castle than villa. In front were a lot of cars, all looked very expensive. Different kinds of people, wearing elegant closes, were going inside after showing their invitations.

Workers from auction house came for Aurora. They put black cloak on her and take her with doors on back of the villa. Millard went like all guests. She had to make some paper work before auction.

'You are Aurora, number 5?'

'Number?'

'Yes, your auction number. You are number 5. It will go fast, don’t worry. I just need scarf and…' - he hurt her finger with a needle.

She wasn’t happy with that. He took few drops of her blood on scarf and put it on silver platter.

'My name is Elton. I’m owner of this auction house. Your blood has really nice bouquet. Hope you are going to be sold in good price.' - he smiled to her.

Elton was preparing himself to going on stage. They were making his hair, make-up… finally he went. She heard some applause and his voice, but she didn’t understand what he was saying. Slowly, she was understanding in how bad position she was. She is going to be slave without free will. In orphanage she was living with hope in her heart, which slowly melt year after year, that someone will take her and give her home. Now her wish was dead and she had to worry about today’s evening. Who will buy her? Maybe someone nice? Maybe someone good, who just need a maid… not some sadistic monster? She sigh quietly.

'Listen, Aurora, right? On scene stand calm, smile a little, look above their heads. I’m sure someone nice will buy you.'

Some boy, working for Elton, smiled to her and gave her advices.

'Is there any meaning in this?...'

'Of course. Maybe you will go to some normal house.'

He was trying to make her feel better. But she was even more depressed. So most is not normal? - she thought sadly. Elton called her number on stage. She stand up, flicked her dress and went on stage. Zero reaction of crowd. Just another maid to buy. Nothing special.

'Our number 5 of today’s evening! Aurora, 20 years old, from orphanage of Miss Millard. Slim, light skin, black hair, green eyes, virgin. She knows how to take care of house, take care of children. Our price is 500.'

'500!'

'510!'

They were giving prices to 540. Low price.

'I’m going to give you little sample of number 5’s features, which you can’t see, but it makes her really special and rare.'

Elton sent worker with silver platter to walk around buyers. Some of them couldn’t control themselves and showed fangs.

600!

800!

10!

And prices went high again. Elton smiled to her.

'5 millions!'

Everyone went silent. 5 millions was too high price for slave.

'Can someone else pay more for her? No? So 5 millions for number 5! Congratulations!'

She went of stage stunned. 5 millions!

'Congrats, you made new record of our auction house. 5 for 5, huh?'

'Who bought me?'

'Sebastien Papillon.'

Sebastien Papillon. Maybe he is a good person? Maybe…

They gave her to buyer, giving extra bottle of very good wine. They congratulate him for great auction and emotions. She went inside of limousine. Papillon proved to be a vampire in teenage boy’s body. He smiled to her nastily.

'Did I gave you permission to sit on seat?'

She looked at him surprised. Where else you can sit in car if not on seat?

'No.'

'“NO, MASTER”. That’s how you are going to call me from now. On ground!'

That wasn’t a good house. She knew this from just one look at him. Why she even thought, that she can find good house? She sat on floor of car. She wasn’t looking in his direction, to not provoke him. He grabbed her hair one hand, and other he was taking of his jeans. He pulled her near his crotch.

'You know what to do, right?'

She was scared like never. She didn’t know. She didn’t want to know. He grabbed her face pull harder in his direction.

'Waiting.'

'Master, I don’t know…'

'You learn fast. Next lesson. You have mouth, so use it to something more than talking.'

He made her do this. After everything he pulled her away from him. Her lips hurted her, she cried quietly.

'Starting today I am your master. You are going to do everything I will tell you. You must obey me, otherwise you are going to be punished. Now, get out of car.'

She went outside still crying. Bruise showed up on her lips.