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had stolen away. It was everything. It was all of her.
    The women gathered around and helped her climb out of the tub. Jade dried her with a towel and Tasha began to pat Celia’s dark hair dry. The women guided her to the center of the bathroom and applied lotion to her entire body. She’d never felt so soft.
    Celia felt like she was in a dream. She felt numb, disillusioned at what was happening. The woman being lotioned was Celia, but she seemed to be outside of her own body. She seemed to be watching these things happening to herself from afar. She felt their hands on her, pressing against her skin, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
    She had lost everything.
    Celia was guided to a chair where the girls styled her hair and applied her makeup. She noticed they all looked put-together. They really took the “blood dolls” thing seriously. They looked like porcelain. They looked perfect.
    Celia wasn’t perfect.
    What was going to happen when one of these vampires got her and she was supposed to feed them? They were going to see that she was slightly overweight. She was normal. She had pimples sometimes. She got dry skin. Sometimes her hair was frizzy or her eyes weren’t as bright as they should be.
    They definitely weren’t as bright as Jade’s.
    Celia was almost ready, yet she’d never been so scared.
    “I can’t do this,” she whispered. “I can’t do this.”
     
     
     

Six
     
     
    “It’s too late for fear,” Ariana said simply, and produced a blue gown for Celia to wear. It was held together by blue ribbons at the top, but was a sheer material. It was similar to the dresses the other women were wearing, but this one was longer. It went all the way to her ankles, while most of their dresses ended around the knees.
    “I want to go home,” Celia said, choking out the words. She was starting to panic. She had talked a big game, she had told herself she could do it, but now that the moment of truth was here, she felt weak. She felt afraid.
    “No. Your home is gone. This is your life now. Accept it, Celia. Accept it as quickly as you can because if you don’t, they’ll make you accept it.”
    “Ariana, how long have you been here?” Celia whispered.
    Ariana’s eyes darkened. A flash of pain appeared before it was quickly masked with indifference.
    “It’s time,” Ariana said. “Come.”
    The three women took Celia back into the bedroom. They all stood in the center of the room. A few minutes passed in silence before the large door at the end of the room opened. Celia saw a tall, strong man walk in and she gasped. There was no question about who or what he was. There was absolutely no doubt.
    He was a vampire.
    He was a real, honest-to-goodness vampire.
    He was like the type of vampire she read about in stories: tall, dark, brooding. Big. He was big. He looked like he could hurt her if he wanted to, but Celia didn’t think he would. She thought he was mostly trying to intimidate her, trying to show her what her place was here in this mansion.
    Well, it was working. She was quite scared now.
    “Celia,” he said, and her mouth clamped shut. She didn’t scream. She couldn’t speak. Even if she had wanted to, Celia couldn’t say anything. Not to this man. Not to this creature. He had taken her. He had ripped her from her home, from her family, and for what?
    To be some sort of fuck-toy?
    “Come with me,” the man said, but she couldn’t make her feet move. What if this really was just a nasty trick? What if everything that happened up until this moment really was just to hurt her? What if she went with him and he drank from her, but he didn’t stop? What if he killed her? What if he broke her?
    She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. She just stood there staring at him. He was tall: at least six feet or more. Probably more. Definitely more. He was thin, too, and scary. He looked muscular, but still slender. What was his body fat percentage? She wondered. It was a strange thought