Chloe felt like a piece of meat, which was good in this case. It was exactly what she was supposed to feel like, a piece of meat. The transport vehicle that was taking them to the coven was completely dark; Chloe was shackled along with her partner in crime. Leaning back against the truck Chloe wanted to sigh, but she knew that she couldn’t. If she were to do something like that, to seem anxious or bored, they might begin to question why she wasn’t afraid or excited. Most people who became blood whores did it for the money, Chloe grimaced, or for the pleasure. Chloe just hoped that no one took a liking to her blood taste. Though vanilla was popular amongst many of the test vampires and she rarely got a complaint about the cherry taste.<br/><br/><em>Ironic how blood can taste differently. What makes it taste the way that it does?</em>Leaning her head back against the wall of the van, Chloe nibbled on her bottom lip mulling over her thoughts. As the van lurched forward, coming to a stop, Chloe pulled her head off of the metal. She didn’t want it to snap back and give her a nasty headache. As the doors were opened Chloe hissed in pain, bright street lights were flooding into the van. It wasn’t as bright as the sun would have been, but it could have been for all Chloe knew. She had been sitting in complete darkness in that van for half an hour. Her eyes had begun to adjust, looking at the lining of the seats, now she felt like her cornea’s were on fire.<br/><br/>“Tie them up. You know the way it goes.” A voice called out, and Chloe felt her hands being unshackled and tied with, silk? Chloe rolled her eyes, despite having the blind fold over them now. They were really going to tie them up with silk? Beautiful. “Alright, I’ll grab the girl, you two grab him. It’s a simple stop and drop. We have already been paid for them and I don’t want to stick around in case this turns into a blood bath like our last coven stop.” One of the men said and Chloe felt her legs being unshackled and then she was hoisted up. The man grunted as he slung Chloe over his shoulder.<em>Oh, I bet you feel like a big strong man now.</em>Chloe fumed at the idea of being tossed over someone’s shoulder like a sack of corn.<br/><br/>As the front door opened, Chloe began to count the footsteps of the men walking them into the room. “Drop them.” The same voice ordered and even though she was expecting it, Chloe was still angry when the man dropped her on her ass. These were cops handling their transport, that was the only way that the two of them could be transported safely without being ruffed up too much, and he was acting like this? It was probably Trevors, he was never the same after Chloe beat him in hand to hand combat.<em>Personal vendetta achieved yet?</em>Chloe wondered to herself and then shivered.  The room she was in was cold to say the least and they had only been outfitted with simple garb, if they got vampires to take them under their wing, they would get new clothes or outfits.<br/><br/>Chloe took a quiet, yet steady breath. If their insider information was correct, the next few moments could be torture and ultimately end in their death, or they could be poked, prodded, pinched, even bitten, while they decided who they wanted. Unfortunately, to not seem suspicious that they were only bringing two people, the police also had to bring six innocent people who would have volunteered to be a blood whore anyway. Chloe did feel sorry for those other six. They were stupid people who didn’t realize what they were getting into and they had been a pain in her ass to sit by in the van. Made things cramped and unpleasant.<br/><br/>Chloe pulled her legs up to her body. She wasn't wearing underwear of any sort, and knew she was probably showing a bit of her ass but, she had to keep warm some way. The simple black dress, if you could call it that a potato sack was what Chloe thought it to be, barely covered her skin as it was. Her long black hair, that she normally wore up in a crisp tight bun, never letting it down around others, was down and waved nicely, just so she'd seem all that more appealing. They had wanted to rub some of her own pheromones, cultivated from her blood, on her but Chloe had flat out refused. She didn't want it to be a feeding frenzy after all.<em>Now we play the waiting game. We came at the right time, where there would be the most activity, so it shouldn't take too long.</em>Chloe thought licking her lips as she listened for footsteps.