"She's not supposed to be treated like this. If it were her nan it she would be sucking off cocks left and right!"

"Oi! Enough. The both of you. Let me get her dressed and settled before you pick her apart. Lord knows you want to break her like you do all of the other female slaves here."

It was Liv! She was here! She sounded a bit different but her style was the same. But something was just a tad off.

"Liv! B-but you how do you know me? You didn't know me? OH MY GOD! This whole thing is a dream! Thank the Lord! Listen to me, Liv, I had this..." I start of stuttering and am smiling by the end of my sentiment which gets cut off with an unexpected sting on my face

"Ow! What the actual fuck. Did you just bitchslap me?!" I know I'm blushing from my chest up so any hand mark wouldn't show. It stung like a bad sunburn only worse. I've been hit before but this felt like a rock slapped across my face in a graceful movement that brought me back to this moment in time.

Fuck. Blinking a few times I realize this is my new reality.

"Yep, ya cunt."

"You know I hate that word."

"And you know I don't care." She smiled "Names Fiona. Liv is a bitch and a shite human. She truly is the definition of a cunt."

Her form changed ever so slightly. The Liv I knew was now Fiona and she was gorgeous. If Liv and her were in a beauty pageant, Fiona would win hands down. Being a demon of the night had it's perks: beauty, immortality...ok so 2 perks.

I couldn't help but laugh and feel safe for a moment talking with my friend. You can call a rose by another name, would it not smell as sweet? She was still my friend who liked using the dreaded c-word. Talking, laughing, even being slapped upside the head gave me some form of familiarity. I didn't realize how precious that feeling was to me. I wanted to stay with her. If I can't go home, why not stay with Fiona/Liv. I'll even yell the c-word everyday if she wants me to just so I don't have to live with either of these 2 barbaric, inhumanly good-looking demons.

Just one short exchange with Fiona and I realize that even moving to the states this feeling would elude me.

"So she'll be staying in our room for now? At least until you boys can stop fighting over her..." She winked at me.

Thank the lord they worship. God, I hope it isn't Satan but if it is, I will personally thank Satan for that.

Who was the other part of 'our' I wondered? Mr. Latest GQ?

"No she won't. No special treatment. A human slave is a human slave. If we start treating them differently now and making exceptions to the rules for one, it will be expected for all going forward. I will not allow humans taking over this clan. My clan, my rules. The human sleeps with me at the foot of my bed naked or in the dungeon." Wow. Doesn't he know about human rights?

Probably. He just didn't seem to care.

Great! I'll either vomit from fear or vomit from the smell of blood and possibly other peoples vomit and shit.

"Oh come on mate! You're making her shake again. Have you even introduced yourself to the poor girl?"

"She's not a girl, she's a woman. And no, I haven't, but I will now..."

"I lay claim on this human slave." A familiar voice boomed.

"Brother, I've given you a lot of leash with this particular treaty accord of yours. You dropped the fucking ball and now you want to lay claim to her?! I should declare that I claim her! Would you go against your brother?! Your fucking king?!"

Hell no. I am not staying with him.

The dungeon sounded like the Ritz Carlton after his scary display of power. It was like I was being forced to obey. A darkness making me want to yield myself to him completely.

Before I could open my mouth to tell them how much I'd love to sleep in their dungeon, they were in each others faces.

"Rian, I understand-"

"NOTHING! You understand nothing!" Rian's power had a slight reverberation coming off of him. It sounded like a growl but it was too low to really hear with my human ears. Fiona let out a warning hiss, sounding like a snake or a cat, and stood in a defensive position protecting me from the pair of them.

They stared at each other exchanging grunts and growls, although it seemed like I was listening to a conversation about me in another language.

"If you lay claim to her, you forego any claims for the next century. And I'm putting you in charge of the dungeon. You will be punisher and executioner; your favorite job."

"Oh go to hell."

"We're already there mate! Join the party. And now I'll sleep better knowing this stuck up little fae-yankee slut is actually doing a slaves work: cleaning up after floggings, beheadings, and all the fun types of torture you will be made to do. Is that what you want? Brother?"

"No."

"So we are agreed. Come along slave." He looked at me like a person calls their puppy. But not many people intend to hurt their pets, I could see he in his eyes he was looking forward to it.

"No! I lay claim. It's final." Oisin spat out. I could see his veins pulsating underneath his muscles. This isn't good.

"Why don't Liam and I take her for the night and let you two work this out? You haven't made it official yet Oisin; and Rian, you've just gotten home after being away so long. Don't you have some poor sex slave you need to fuck senseless waiting for you back in your suite?"

They were still staring at one another with black eyes. Ian, who I assumed must be Liam, came in slowly to the room, looking at me with a small smile. And before I could wave my hand I was in Liam's arms and out the door. Running like the wind, the halls flew by us and I heard the doors slamming with all 3 of them screaming at one another.

"Don't worry, Fiona wins in a fight amongst her siblings."

Liam's eyes were bluer than blue. His pink lips just so close to me now I'm in his arms... I sighed. He laughed. Seemed to be the reaction to me liking someone.

He carried me like I was weightless and when the shouting got louder, he moved so fast I didn't even see which way we went to get to their room from Oisin's.

"Here we are. Fiona won't be long. She'll help ya settle in." My feet hit the soft carpeted floor lightly and he didn't move until I was stable.

"So I was right about you guys. You both like one another after all."

Again the sense of familiarity took over and was calming. I could finally breathe.

Liam being the ever dutiful bartender got me a mimosa with a twist, my usual favorite after a long night of drinking.

"No, very wrong." He smirked. "Love. Very much in love. She's my entire world. If I had a soul it would belong to her."

I sipped and looked at him with my brow arched, asking without asking, for him to continue. My time for questions stopped when I was untied to Oisin's bed posts. Slaves don't get the luxury of asking questions and knowing what's going on. Just do as I was told apparently. So basically I'm screwed.

"We were only supposed to meet you a few times to help get ya prepared for your...erm...stay with us indefinitely here. But plans changed. Oisin wanted to know learn more about ya and quickly we had to become staples in your life. I'm sorry for deception and lies, I truly am. I know ya have a wee crush on me." He smiles like he knows that I've thought about him naked.

My blush makes him laugh. "You need to work on not showing your emotions on your face. If you end up here for a longer period of time, which Fi and I are hoping for, you'll need to toughen up. Not be so transparent. Those 2 have been running this palace for centuries."

I gasp at the word centuries. I down the rest of my mostly champagne mimosa only to have it immediately refilled.

"Yes, centuries. They've seen the bloodshed Great fucking Britain has caused in Ireland and Scotland firsthand. And they can't seem to just stay out of it. But for 2 rival clans to come together as they did and Oisin give up his right to the thrown, they've been through it all and helped the helpless along the way."

"Oisin was a king?"

"Is a king."

I'm going to remind myself to avoid this touchy subject at all costs.

When the door opens Fiona looks like she's come back from her own battle of sorts. She jumps in Liam's arms and they are down each other's throats without a second lost.

"Fiona?"

Her index finger is raised asking for another minute. Liam backs her against the wall and basically starts dry humping her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his head in her neck. This continues when she does finally look at me and speaks.

"I got you 1 more night. But no more questions or you'll be punished." She was very straightforward but what was my punishment for asking questions? How was that a crime?

"Liam!!!" She screamed hitting his shoulder hard as he laughs in her chest. "Later. I promise."

"I'll hold ya to that babe." He winked.

She gives him a kiss before unwrapping herself around him. I'm pretty sure he's going to jack-off as he goes off to the bathroom.

Their suite is just as big as Oisin's but much brighter. Gorgeous bouquets set up all over, 2 walk-in closets from what I can tell. No fireplace but they have basically made this into a sex den. I knew Liv, well Fiona, was into some kinky shit but the amount of things hanging, apparatuses to be put in or on? The full bar area where Oisin's fireplace had been and extra beds.

Why the need for more than 1 bed?

I probably didn't want to know the answer anyways.

Fiona bought me a night to think. I plan on using this time to take note of everything around me so I can escape before anyone claims me.