"Do you want a sandwich or soup or both or something else?" he asked and smiled at her,
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"Sandwhich?" she asked standing back up and walking over to him.
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"okay what kind?" he asked looking in the fridge.
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"Look I just want food." she laughed a little holding up her hands.
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He chuckled and pulled out a the peanut butter and jelly. He bagman to make it," you're not alregic to peanut butter are you?"
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"We will soon find out." she shrugged. She was hungry so she really didn't care. "Thank you." she said. Grace was starting to feel Better and wasn't as held back.
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He smIled "here's your sandwich ." he said handing it to her
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She took the Sandwhich and took a bite thankfully. "Thank you again, I guess I can't say anything but that, I really don't know how else to say it."
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He laughed, "Don't say anything. It's not a big deal." he said with a warm smile.
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"To me it is, your weren't the one in the cage." she pointed out talking quietly. She took another bite of her Sandwhich.
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He looked over at her, "I was once." he said, looking down at his hands.
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She froze,"Can I ask why? Or what?" Grace looked up at him sadness flooding back in her eyes.
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He looked up, "when i was 7 my father died and my mother didn't want me. She was a rich women and always wanted more money. So she auctioned me off in a slave action. No one wanted a 7 year old boy who couldn't work. I was sent to the bottom black market. When i was finally 12 i was bought. The man who bought me was harsh. He had 50 other slaves and beat them if they didn't do their job the way her wanted. He scarred us physically and mentally. When me and a friend i had made decide to make an escape plan we didn't get caught. We got out of Mexico as fast as we could. By 16 My friend and I were looking for jobs, when he was killed." he paused and took in a shaky breath of the memory, "when it turned 17 i gave up. I decided to just lay down some where and die. When i almost did and old man brought me into his home. He took care of me until he died." he said and sighed.
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Grace looked silently into the ground frowning. Her story was a simple bought, beaten, sold, bought, worked, sold, the same over and over again until she came here with Amery. "You are the only nice vampire I've met, ever."
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"Yeah vampires are absolutely cruel. I was a Donner once. I was forced into it." he said with a little emotion.
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She looked at the floor again trying to back away all the memories of everything. "Anyways do you live here alone?" she asked looking around the house slightly.
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"Besides Krista, yes." he said.
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"And is Krista a slave?" she asked bluntly trying to get the question out of the way.
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He didn't look up, "No not at all. she chose to help me take care of the house." he said.
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Grace smiled relived,"So you are the good guy." she kept her gaze on him starting to understand slightly.