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 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
"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'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
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
Everything was obsidian black. The same it had been for as long as I could remember. There were no windows, no clocks, nothing that hinted at the time of day. Time had no portion here. It was just black and cold. Always cold. I couldn’t tell if I was fat or skinny. Not that your size mattered, when you couldn’t even make out the outline of yourself, or view the fingers you held up. But I did tell myself that I was beautiful, to put some ease to my mumbling mind. Why was I here, in this condemned place? I hadn’t a clue. I didn’t know if my parents were trying to get rid of me, hoping I’d just finally die at some point. I barely remember their faces anymore. There were no visitors. Nothing, well, except for the scurry of a rat every now and again. It didn’t have to be a rat. Could have been something much worse, but I was still alive, so I guess not. Today was quiet, I noticed. There were no receding footsteps of anyone to or fro from here. I pushed my weakened body against the freez
I woke up with my arms hurting like hell, while my head drummed, I attempted to get up, heaving my body, realizing I was unable to move. Then for the first time in hours, I felt unbearable pain. My screams and wails pierced the ash-covered devastation, as everything registered. I fought to sit up as every movement hurt like a bitch, in an attempt to get a better view of my injuries. I sobbed, unable to comfort myself, realizing the large debris had collapsed atop the bottom half of my body. I pushed, desperate to remove it, pain shooting at my back as I twisted forcing me to scream again. I couldn’t feel my feet, that wasn’t a good sign, it wasn’t any sign. Again, I pushed, and heaved, attempting to lift it, the pain becoming even more unbearable. But I needed to leave. Those people could come back to check for anything, and I didn’t want to be here if they did. Using the remainder of my strength, I pushed back grimacing at my pain, until thankfully it fell backward releasing me. I c
I twisted hearing a commotion in my sleep, constant footsteps and people shouting to each other. Sitting up my eyes darted around trying to understand what the haste was about, and why everyone was practically scrambling over each other to get to somewhere. People even jumping over me. Pushing up on one foot, I peek from my position behind one of the drums, only to gasp in horror at the men that were busy shoving at the abandoned belongings; while the others checked the fireplace. A hand slipped over my mouth out of nowhere pulling me down forcefully and I kicked at the drum unwilling to be captured. This would not be my day. Not after everything. “Quiet down, idiot!” Hissed Thomas. “It's just me. ” He covered us in some dark material, and we watched as one of the vitamin difficient men ambled over to where I’d previously created the racket, poking at everything. The men were dressed in the same black suit that the others at the estate had worn but they were just the meaner. The sa
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