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**** WARNING. MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS. The only thing that told me that morning had come again was the warmth of the sun on my skin. The floor might've been covered with some expensive plush rug but it was still chilling cold. The room itself was cold. My head was bowed in obsience having finally admitting to myself that I was resigned to hell for the rest of my life and that made me laugh. My laughter ricocheted around the room, sounding like stomping footsteps. So damn sad and lonely it was torture. To people outside, it was seem as if I'd slowly descended into madness. I was convinced I was mad. Hearing my laughter only made me laugh even more, louder, faster, more hysterical. Perhaps I was slowly mad, but could you blame me? I was stuck in a place I resented more than life itself, robbed of my ability of sight, like I wasn't deserving of knowing what the world looked like. I was some form of monster in human form, that every time I tried to escape, to finally be freed, I was sent b
The woman gapes at me wide eyed her mouth half open, half in amazement, yet her acting held sympathy. She didn't understand, how could she? I was the one that was trapped here, I was trapped in the chaos of my mind, trapped in a reality that I could never escaped from. In actuality, this could never be reality, this was a nightmare that I won't wake from, no matter how hard I tried. If this was reality, then where was hope? She moved slowly, tediously being careful with the cotton as she attempted to clean the bruises against my cheeks, before moving to the larger abrasions and cuts along my arm and leg. I hissed, as the alcohol soaked into one of the wounds, as her hand moved in circular motions from the cuts outward. Next she moved to the ones on my neck. I had half the mind the hit her across the head and hop off the bed when she pushed against one of my cuts. I whined, pushing her away from me but she quickly tightened her grip. Dammit! The nurse stood back surveying whether or
I found myself walking back through the garden, the same rose garden that Belle often sat reading a book. The same garden she'd often disappeared to when she spent her first few days here. It was exhausting having to find her everyday, the first few robbing me of so much energy, I'd sworn it wasn't worth it after thinking she might've run away. The thought of her escaping constantly plagued my mind and that made me ever hesitant to leave. I'd feared returning and finding her gone. I wasn't fearful because I was attached, no that formed much later, too late actually. I'd thought of Belle as a capture, a prisoner to be held here. A sacrifice of her people for the greater good. For them at least. I knew she didn't want to live here, she wanted to be with her family; her own kind and I knew despite my attempts, her contempt for me would only grow. It did nothing then in the past few days or weeks to follow, to change my mind. I spent no time with her, residing myself to my study or room,
For a moment by own voice surprises me but I had every reason to be flustered and well past suspicious. Something was wrong with this senario, something was wrong with the woman upstairs. Not mentally, she was fine-almost mentally but everything else about her wasn't. Everything screamed belle and that was impossible. That is all, you may leave now Her words kept replaying in my head as I stood before my brother and Luke. They didn't understand, they didn't see things the way I did. There was no way that woman could be belle, was it? Hayden pulled his feet from the top of the desk but proceeded to keep leaning back comfortably in his chair. These were one of the qualities I hated but yet envied that I didn't have. His undying love for not seeing everything as threatening. His lais back behaviour would one day be the death of him. "She's your mate," He deadpanned, gazing straight into my eyes before bursting into laughter. "You should see your face at my admission." "Cease the ri
Poke! Poke! Poke! Poke! I groanedPoke again. This insufferable woman just won't take a hint. Dammit! "When are you going to stop touching me and go away?" I mumbled frustrated with the vampire that didn't seem to get the gist that I had no interest in paying her even a dime of attention. She feigned hurt at my words, forcing me to roll my eyes. Ever since our last conversation she had me following pee pee, cluck cluck behind her every move like some body guard, or doing the most ridiculous things like only moments ago. I counted a total of twenty stores, minus the shoes ones we entered, all of which she had to get something from. All of which were antique that seemed to be ripped for an century old news paper drawing. She didn't need me for this and the witch knew it. But she was a creature of the night and misery, especially mine seem to fuel her energy. I couldn't wait to be rid of the lot of them once and for all. "I'm starting to think you don't like me Thomas, aren't
"Don't you ever tire of sitting in here on your own?" I asked the human, that sat in the shadows of the garden immersed in her book. She was the only non-vampire here, the sacrifice that the humans had offered up to be my mate. The first few weeks, she had locked herself inside her room refusing to speak with anyone. Hayden had often complained of hearing her crying, finding the erratic beating of her heart a nuisance, especially since no one bothered to pay her any special attention. But for the last few days, this was where she decided to reside herself. Inside a small garden just beneath her window, her hair dancing slowly in the sun. Belle closed her book slowly, glancing at me a smile on her face and like our encounters before today, I felt something stir again. Why? I haven't figure it out and what? Well I was still learning. "Well now that you're here, I'm not exactly alone am I? "I glanced back at the house, asking myself why I had chosen to take a break now? I already kn
I grabbed the bag a little tighter, attempting not to change my mind. Emotions weren't supposed to be forced. I was supposed to like her. I did find a few qualities of hers to be attractive. Belle was a beautiful woman. If she hadn't been given to me, I was sure she might have been engaged to a proper suitor by now. Weeks had passed after our argument in my study, we've oft met on the staircase going our separate ways, the look of boredom becoming more prominent in her eyes everyday. Apart from the constant teasing from my brother, no one else spoke with her. Not even me. I didn't think I'd end up avoiding her, in my eyes she was nothing more than a human, the small possession of exchange between our races to keep my agreement in check. I hadn't thought about her feelings or what she would have wanted. I didn't expect that she would have liked us in any way. In the last few days, she hasn't left her room, nor ventured near the garden. The idea slightly disturbed me. Knowing she was u
I paved the never ending halls back and forth, my mind in turmoil as I thought about Yuuki. Frustrated I kicked at the wall nearest to me without thinking whether someone close would hear. I just couldn't get it! Why couldn't I find her? Where did the damn vampires take her? My fists beat against the wall before I laid my head against the marble structure. Was she okay? Was she eating?Happy?We're they hurting her? Did they find out she was a Chancey? "Dammit!" I cursed in the air around me. I promised her I'd find her, I promised her that I'd keep her safe, I promised her that she wouldn't be alone any more. No one knew Yuuki's secret except me. No one knew how afraid of the dark and being alone again she felt. She was terrified. Bypassing her ragged exterior Yuuki didn't have the heart to survive a rough world. The horrors we saw every day still came as a surprise to her. Whenever wanted to believe that any of this crappy situation was real. But survive was all we could do. My
Every day is the same. Outside is covered in white, and a chilling wind tumbles through the window before storming into the room. It's daytime out apart from the blue skies, or what should have been blue skies that are hidden behind ashen clouds, there's nothing else that speaks to the day. The moment is wintry and foreboding, truly daunting to any type of fun you'd think of having. Then again, my type of fun is being resigned to a wall-by-wall cage. My life doesn't seem to get better than this. I'm always trapped, despite where ever I go. I know I'm not to think this way, I'm here because Thomas is attempting to keep me safe. But am I really? Once Aiden comes back and finds me gone, what then? He'll tear the world apart. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking. I don't even know what my thoughts are anymore. One minute I'm sure that being away from him is the best thing, the next, I'm terrified of him never finding me. I should hate him. A murderer and monster. A cruel bastard tha
I'm silent, too repulsed to open my mouth as vomit lingers just outside my throat. I was not sure what to expect from this meeting, but I sure as well was not expecting the attendees to be drinking vampire blood. Especially not my father! What the hell was happening here? And why were they comrades with a damn vampire? The same creatures that we were already desperate to get away from! Was this some reverse psychology bullshit? How funding different were we from the bloodsuckers if we were drinking blood too? Another wave of repulsive hits as I realized something. There were no human donors around, but that didn't mean that they didn't have them locked away somewhere from prying eyes. My stomach churns once more just thinking of it. Was this really human blood? "It's quite refreshing, you know," The Vampire says breaking through my mind haze. "Just look around. Aren't they enjoying it?" I continue to stare. I might have looked apprehensive but I was scared and mortified as
"What! You're still here?" My father barked coming up the staircase. I haven't seen this man in a few days, but the rumors spreading among the auxiliary workers certainly weren't false. He's angry and miserable. His chaotic madness spreading like poisonous miasma. My father was scary when he wanted to be, or when the pressures of our Government got to levels he could no longer contain. But this, the monster of what he was, now standing before me was horrifyingly barbaric. I didn't recognize him at all. His eyes were red, blood vessels coursing thickly through his hands, while the vein at his neck throbbed dramatically. For a fraction of a second, I'm happy my mother and little brother were dead. They would be heart broken seeing him like this. My hands slide into my pockets effortlessly as I pause watching him. "Yes sadly, " I answer. "But see, since my visit had nothing to do with you I didn't think it mattered. I have a life too you know. "My father teeth clenches in annoyance
I spent the latter part of the morning, perusing the small diary I found encased in the Chaney family book.I've been doing my best to find out more about my mate. Anything that will connected the missing data to explain her existence- or lack of. The book contains an annoying vast majority of dates, questions and history alluding to what the owner has done and have been, but very little about Yuuki herself. It seemed geared towards aquainting the child with the previous owner than to state the relationship between them. Other than the first mention of Yuuki's name and her words alluding to be the mother, there were very other few instances, which were very far between of the child ever again. I couldn't compare the Chancey book with the diary either, having found it completely worthless to seek information there. Other than the lingering question of why both women birth dates were similar, there was nothing else to connect them. That is until the book fell from my hand momentarily o
Lady Amy meets me at the door, her eyes doing her usual stomach churning sweep of me, before licking her lips. Vampire or human, there were always girls that I knew for a fact I'd never be interested in. I just didn't know humans and vampires would ever be this close alike. "What do you want? I'm leaving like you asked. "She smiled running a finger against my jaw, my feet taking a step back from her reach. "Oh come on are we playing this right now?" She purrs and I roll my eyes. "I don't know when you'll be back......if you'll be back. " I stiffen immediately as her words sink in. Truth lining every fibre of it. But I had to come back, for Yuuki's sake. I had to keep her safe. "What the hell do you want?" I snap. "You're wasting my time. " "Fine, " Amy snorts, taking a step beside me, placing her palms on either side of my head. "What do you think you're doing?" I twist myself, attempting to get further away from her, my distrust of her intentions evident. Amy tosses me a
I held Yuuki in my hand, stroking her hair while she wrapped her hand around my neck. My cheeks hurt from all our laughing, thinking back on all our times we spent together. Next I indulged her curiosity about things her mind found awe of like contraceptives for instance. Her family robbed her, they robbed Yuuki of enjoying life, of feeding her curiosity that would have blossomed into something beautiful. They robbed her of who she would have been. My mind fluttered to her question, only days ago. Eric Chancey was a good friend of my father's, they were both servants of our government and he was a very influential man. His life was kept crisp and tight, no one knew what went on behind his gates. Belle was truly the only heir anyone knew to the now forgotten estate. She was forced into the social ranks like I was, only I escaped for school and because I didn't care about openly rebelling and not meeting my father's expectations. But she however, knew she had to play her role well. In
I hated that Victoria wasn't where I left her. That her room was empty. That the only thing behind was the subtle rose fragrance that always surround her, since the last few months. I wasn't even sure who to be angry at. Her for not heeding my order, or my stupid brother for not caring either way whether she was here or not. The door to her room slammed loudly as I walked out frustrated. Keeping her safe was much more difficult than I thought it would be. Growling I stalked down the stairs my hands gripping the railings a little too roughly, a section coming off in my hand before tossing it through the window. The bottom floor that was only seconds ago filled with vampires is now completely empty except for one person. Hayden. He gives me a pouting smile not knowing how much I really wanted to snap his neck at the moment. Instead my hands slip into my pockets as I made my way into my study. I needed a distraction. "Were you going through my books?" I asked looking around and finall
"How old are you Aiden?" The bright light of the sun pours through the open glass windows as the wind bounces through the curtains. A tall figure stands at the edge of the bed, his shirt white and hangs over the edges of his dark pants. Aiden hair is long, the edges touching his shoulder at the back, but shorter at the front. "I don't think this is a game you want to play. " "Oh come on, how old could you possibly be? A few years older? That's not at all scary" the voice laughs and it seems somewhat familar, like mine. Aiden steps away from the edge of the bed making his way back to where she say pulling at the sleeves of his shirt. "Belle. " "I want to know, " she says moving across the bed to cup his face in her hands. Aiden's gaze remain docile for awhile before they shift and he swallows leaning into her hands. "You don't have to hide from me Aiden" she says again, her thumb rubbing across his cheek. "I'm not going to run and hide. I'll always be here. " "I'm over six
After taking my bath and returning to the serenity of the room all I can think about is Thomas, our kiss and what it meant. What it could mean. I know he said it was a mistake, but it didn't feel like it, or maybe I didn't want it to feel like it. Did I? I gripped my hair thinking about everything. Why was life and emotions so complicated? Why couldn't everything be simple black and white? What did I really want? Aiden comes to mind and I mentally scream at myself. Why am I thinking about him? We're so far apart yet he still has this hold on me. Aiden isn't safe, I remind myself. Thomas is. I've know him for almost a year now, he's given everything to get me safe and keep me away from my kidnappers. Yes that's what Aiden is, my kidnapper. I lay on my side forcing myself to think of Thomas before sighing. I screwed up, I'm so stupid! How could I ever tell him he never cared. I'm so stupid! I'm Blind too. How could I not have noticed anything about him? Was it because we always calle