• My name is Eztli. Pronounced ET-ZZZZ-TLEE. It means blood, which is ironic, for I am a Vampyre Princess. This story isn't going to have a happy ending. Oh, no. And it's not going to be sweet and innocent like Twilight. The world of Vampyres isn't clean and controlled. Quite opposite. We're monsters. We feed off the living, drinking their life blood. And actually enjoying doing so. So, if you're looking for a sparkly vampire novel, now would be the time to put the book down.

    "Princess?"

    I sat up and stared at my mother's servant, Jason, standing in my doorway. I sighed. "Yeah, Jason? What is it?" I asked. His face was red, his lips smeared with bright red lipstick. His honey blonde hair was messed up, and he had a hickey on his neck. Along with bite marks. Mother was awake.

    Jason was not just mother's blood slave. He was her sex slave. He was in his early twenties, poor human, and had been working for mother since he was eighteen. Jason was cute. Not oh-gosh-I-would-ride-him cute, he was aw-little-boy-cute. But apparently not to mother. I felt bad for him.

    "The Queen has requested you come to her throne room immediately," Then he grinned, making him look even more like a little boy. "Oh, and happy birthday." With that, he left my room. I grinned. Me and Jason were friends. Mother and Father had never understood why I was friends with some of the slaves. In their eyes, slaves were food and sex toys. That's it. That had always bugged me about Vampyre nature. I mean, they have potential to be something else...I guess.

    I sighed once more, getting off my bed. It was covered in rose petals, over the purple satin sheets. My whole room was purple and black. Those are my two favorite colors. Most would say I'm obsessed. I agree. My walls are purple, with black paint splats. The only things in my room that aren't all purple and black are my clothes. I am a Princess, after all.

    And no, that does not mean I walk around the castle all day, meeting Prince Charming and having a happily-ever-after. No, I have to meet with Vampyres all around the world, and also kill the ones that are unruly. I grinned a wicked smile. Nothing like the feel of bone breaking beneath your hands, nothing like scrubbing the flesh from underneath your fingernails. Oh, and the best part is getting the blood splattered across your face. Yeah, I'm sick. But it's my instincts.

    I got dressed in a electric blue silk shirt, ripped black, butt-hugging jeans, and my black Stilettos. I know, I know. Weird, right? No, not when you are expected to dress to show off your body. That was part of being a Princess.

    I walked out of my room and into the Throne room. There, mother sat on her huge, scarlet couch, lounging in her black and very skimpy-ish dress. She grinned at me, motioning for me to approach her.

    I did.

    "Deary," she purred, "you look young. Appearance of a sixteen year old. Firm breasts, firm butt. Perfect complexion. It's so hard to imagine that my little girl turned four hundred today."

    "Ok, mom." I muttered. I didn't want her talking about my boobs or my butt. It was just weird. "Thanks, I guess."

    "I have your present, dear. But it won't be here for a while."

    "Ok."

    It was quiet in the room as she stared at me, grinning. It made my skin crawl. "So, honey, tonight is your big night." she said. My face must have showed my confusion, because she laughed and said what I totally did not want to hear. "You know. The night where you lose your virginity."

    I just stared at her, and then my face became bright red. "M-mom! What-"

    "Oh, please. You're old enough for a slave, dear."

    It all clicked after that. "You got me a slave for my birthday?"

    "Not just a slave," mother said, "a sex slave. A blood slave." I shook my head and she gave me a smile of pity. "Ah, still innocent?"

    "Yes!"

    "Well, you'll need to get over it. You will lose your virginity tonight. You will accept your new slave. And you will obey me!" she yelled. I shrank back and frowned. Geez. Mood swings much?

    "Yes, mother." I whispered. She nodded and gave me a tight smile. I couldn't argue and win against a three thousand year old Vampyre. They had too much power, too much...creepiness.

    "Good girl. I-" But she was cut off by her cell phone ringing. Yeah, even though we're Vampyres, we need modern things. She held up a perfectly manicured finger and whipped the tiny, red phone out of her bra. Ew. "Yes?" She paused for a moment, a smile of happiness growing upon her face. "Already? Excellent! Send him immediately! ...no, to the Throne room. ...thank you, Jason."

    She hung up her phone and grinned at me. Again, I say creepy! Self conscious, I crossed my arms. "What?" I snapped. I know tha twas immature of me. But hey, you'd be snippy if your mother demanded you that you lose your virginity whether you like it or not. And for those of you that don't understand why she'd make me do it anyway; she wants Vampyre baby grand-children. To corrupt, I might add. Ugh. b***h.

    "You're dismissed. Go upstairs and...just go upstairs, in your room, until I knock at your door, deary. Shoo!"

    I humph'd and stomped up the stairs. Which was weird, because I move really, really fast up the stairs. It must have looked cool to the human eye.

    I opened my bedroom door and slammed it shut. I walked over to my Vanity set, putting on some eyeliner and spiking my short, black hair. I sat on my bed until I heard the knock. The knock that would change my life forever. "Come in!" I called.

    Mother opened the door and stepped in with a stranger in shackles. It was a guy. I was sure of that. He was in a pair of black, ripped jeans. Nothing else. He had jet black hair, just like me, and bright green eyes. His lips were full, his body was muscular, and definately what normal human teenage girls would call "yummy". I gulped, feeling the damn blush cover my cheeks. Mother gave him a push and he stumbled further into my room. She wrapped his chain around the post to my bed, making him attatched to my bed. Oh, God. Right now?

    "Eztli, dear, this is Kade, your present-"

    "Don't call him a present! He's a human being, not an object!" I snapped, interrupting her. She laughed.

    "That's not entirely true. He is a wolf. Rarest type of slave out there."

    Meaning he's the best in bed and tastes the most amazing. If done right, his blood will bring someone to an orgasm almost instantly. I added in my head. That's what she meant by "rarest". Ugh, wow, Mom. "Well, I'll just leave you two alone." she purred and closed the door. I heard her lock it and I gasped. She locked us in? Oh my God!

    I looked over at him. There was an awkward silence. He stared back at me, running his eyes all over me. Especially zooming in on my chest. I crossed my arms and he met my eyes. He was looking at me in...curiousity? "Your face is red." he observed.

    I gulped. "N-no it's not." I said.

    "Yes, it is." He walked to the side of the bed where I was sitting. He kneeled in front of me. I looked down at my lap. "Will you unlock me?"

    I nodded and reached in my back pocket, unlocking him. Mother had given me the key a while ago. I guess I just found out what it was for. "Are you nevous, Princess?"

    "About what?"

    "About our love making." he said. I jumped and ran a shaky hand through my hair.

    "Well, maybe. I'm a virgin, after all."

    "Then I will make it as gentle as possible." he said simply.

    I gasped. "What-" He picked my up in his arms. I squealed and he set me gently on the covers of my bed. Kade got on top of me, unbuttoning my shirt slowly. "Hey, wait-"

    He slipped my shirt off and I squealed again. I could feel the heat radiate from my face and felt the million butterflies fluttering in my stomach. His hand hovered over my bra. I put my hands on his chest, half wanting to push him away, half wanting him to keep going. He stared into my eyes for a moment before smiling at me. Oh, geez, my lower body tightened when he smiled at me. It was a sexy smile that definately sent shivers down my spine.

    Kade sat up and smiled down at me. "We don't have to. We can lie."

    I bit my lip and nodded. "Thank you."

    "You're welcome." Kade said. He laughed. "But we will have to eventually. And I've been instructed to sleep in your bed."

    I sighed. happy freaking birthday to me.