Shifter Domination Complete Set

She knows he's only saying this to scare her. It's working, but she doesn't want him to know it. She kind of wants to remind him that she didn't quit. He fired her. "I'll find away," she says, sounding more confident than she is. She's beginning to feel nauseous and a little light-headed. A part of her wants to take it back, wants to turn around and sit in front of her desk and pretend the last fifteen minutes didn't happen.

The elevator ding's, the shrill note ringing in her ears. Pride compels her to turn back around. Her feet brings her into the elevator automatically.

She sees Kent's face as the doors slide close. She's not sure who looks more stricken by the turn of events: Him, or her.

It's probably her.

Kristy knows she's made a terrible mistake.

She should have thought things over before packing up and leaving like she has any sort of plan at all. She doesn't have anything planned. In fact, she would be homeless immediately. Kent is right. The apartment belongs to the company and if she's not working with them, she can't stay. She needs to pack up everything and move out. She needs- she needs a new place to stay, a new job, money, a

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"Oh god," she gasps, breathing hard and leaning against the elevator wall. The cold bites against her skin. She doesn't have enough saved up to pay deposit for a new apartment. She's only been working for a month. Kent's completely right. She's useless and pathetic and doesn't deserve a job. She should've gone with a different career route. Maybe something that requires less- less people.

The door slides open and she's at the bottom floor. Nowhere to go now but out. She puts one foot in front of the other, moving forward with conscious effort as she struggles to keep her breakfast in her stomach.

Her phone is a heavy weight in her bag. She strains her ears, hoping to hear it ring, for someone in HR to call her and say 'it's all been a big misunderstanding'.

The receptionist glances up and gives her a smile as she walks past but makes no move to stop her. The nice old lady has always treated her with kindness and probably thinks she's just on another errand.

"Have a safe trip," she calls out to Kristy.

Kristy doesn't even turn around.

She is dragging herself and the box of all the things she owns in the office out of the front door when a black sedan rolls to a stop in front of her. She feels the bottom dropping out of her stomach immediately.

How have they found out that she had quit her job so quickly?

Unless... unless they've been waiting for this to happen. She swallows, feeling nauseous.

She's made a terrible, terrible mistake.

Chapter Two: Permission

"Kristy," the man in the passenger seat of the car greets with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Get in," he says when it's clear she's just going to gape by the sidewalk.

Peter's a good-looking man in the same inhuman way all vampires are good-looking. Almost ethereal and glowing in the right light, his high cheekbones and sharp jawline complementing to make him look like some sort of royalty from the nineteen hundreds. He probably was. Peter's been alive for a long, long time.

Kristy has been a humongous idiot.

She forgot about how much vampires covet human blood. Pure human blood. With the population being less than 5% pure human and quickly dwindling, her blood is very valuable.

She had been a giant idiot back in high school. But her mother had been sick and the hospital needed money for everything, from administrative and specialist's fees, to the machine and medicine needed to keep her mother alive. And then there's the specialized treatment that not many doctor's are trained in. As much as they like to claim that humans are a 'protected and dying breed', they don't really care if humans died out completely. The only people who do care are the select group of vampires.

Still, she should have thought things over before offering to sell her blood in exchange for hospital treatments for her mother. And she really, really shouldn't have taken their money with the promise of making payment as soon as she starts working. Not that it did her mother any good in the end.

When she turned eighteen, the hospital offered her a slightly different program, a position as a blood donor for a very important client that they have. They agree to waive her loan if she agrees. It seems like a good deal. Except they don't want her to just live her life and come in to donate blood every once in a while. No, they want complete control of her life. They want to regress her mentally until she's in the mindset of a infant so they can control her diet and keep her happy and healthy for the best-tasting blood.

It's more than a little terrifying. She has always been in charge of her own life. Ever since her dad passed away and left her with her mom, she had been taking care of both of them until her mom got sick.

The idea of relinquishing her freedom in exchange for money feels wrong.

Peter had been the one to explain everything to her then and it didn't help that he had been looking at her like she was a particularly delicious cut of steak. He had understood why she refused their offer and wished her the best, but she thought he had been staring at her next and uncomfortable amount and was just glad to leave, regardless of how hot she thinks he is.

"Mr. Peter? What're you doing here?" she asks, trying to muster a smile and failing.

"Get in the car, Kristy," he says.