All Chapters of Fangs and Feelings { A Vampire's Kiss }: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter Forty-Two Mirah“Kitten,” A voice called out gently. It was unmistakably Zeke's. I shut my eyes even more tightly. I was probably dreaming.His hand caressed mine, and I sighed at the feel. “Who did this to you?” My eyes jerked open at his hardened voice. He was staring down at me. I wasn't dreaming, like I thought. “How did-” My lips parted.After going through a bout of torture from that bastard, he'd thrown me into a cell manned by gargoyles. I'd fallen asleep while crying.“We fell into his trap,” Hostility shone in Zeke's eyes, and I couldn't help but stretch my hand towards him.He caught it midway, and gently held with his hands. “Did he do this to you?”Tears poured out from my eyes, effectively shutting out my ability to respond. I threw myself at him. Thankfully, Xavier hadn't cuffed either of us.“I knew you'd come. I missed you.” The tears rained down faster.He tensed for a moment, before his hands went up my back. “Shush, Kitten. I'm here now.”

Chapter Forty-Four MirahZeke wasn't in the room when I woke up. I sat up with a groan, and stretched my limbs. My body felt sore, in a good way of course.My phone lit up on the bedside table, and I reached for it. “Hey, girl.” I murmured.“Still alive?” Nessa asked, and I chuckled.It was great that I was still alive. She might have uttered it as a joke, but I knew what I went through in the past few hours.“I am,” I laughed. “I'm at Zeke's.” I added.“You guys made up?” She didn't sound surprised. Trust Nessa with her matchmaking skills that didn't apply to her own self.“Obviously,” I yawned and got off the bed, and headed towards the bathroom.“Let's meet up when we can. Your boyfriend has enjoyed your company more than I have in years.” She grumbled.I couldn't resist laughing. “Maybe if you find a man, you wouldn't need my company so much.” I teased.I could imagine her gagging face.“Nah, I'm not ready for any commitment of any sort. I'll call you later, an

Chapter Forty-Six ZekeMt Glacier was colder than usual, and I knew the Circle had purposefully done it so Mirah would freeze to death. Unfortunately for them, I came prepared.“Put this on,” I handed an amulet to Mirah whose face was already turning red from the cold.“Bloody fuckers,” I heard Natasha say. She was standing close to Qyle who was observing the surroundings.“They've placed traps around.” He scoffed, and I took a closer look around.True enough, hidden at strategic places were vampires bane, sprinkled on the white ground. It wasn't noticeable, and blended well into the icy ground.“Fuckers,” I said. If they thought some bluish substance was going to stop us from achieving our goals, they probably had no idea how powerful I was.I'd never thought of standing up against the Circle. After the king, they were the most powerful in the kingdom. They maintained order, and ensured that their choice of king was the best.I'd been elated when I'd been chosen to join them. All al

Chapter Forty-Eight MirahI felt numb the moment I came to. At once, I wondered why my bed was cold. Had I fallen asleep on the floor? But I didn't have any alcohol to drink the previous night. 'Maybe I had a drink with Father.'Why was I- My thoughts were short-lived as the memories from the previous day flashed across my mind. Its force was so overwhelming that I held my head in pain.That was right. I wasn't at the Emerald Wood pack anymore. I wasn't at my pack. I was now at the devil's pack. I felt the cold ground with my fingers, using it as a propeller to sit up. I had fallen asleep whilst crying, the previous night.My body ached, and I longed for a warm bath. I hadn't taken one since I'd retuned home from school.I didn't dwell on my thoughts though as the constipated feeling tugged at my mind yet again. I was in an enclosed dark space. I needed to get away. I needed to flee. The metallic click from the large door broke through my thoughts, and made

Chapter Fifty MirahThe days passed by quickly, and soon it was already a month since I was forcefully abducted.I inhaled deeply, as I strolled through the garden one lovely afternoon. It'd become my daily routine, in an order. Sleep. Eat. Stroll through the garden.And it began all over again. I patted a purple hibiscus, and bent to inhale its scent. When I was younger, I forced Josh to help me plant a garden full of pretty flowers. The thought of him induced forlornness which I'd been trying to keep at bay. And the thought of a certain person.Zayn. I hadn't seen him for days. Especially after our breakfast in the garden, which hadn't ended well.“Thank you, Ameeyrah,” I said to the pretty-faced maid who accompanied me. She muttered something in Arabic, which I inwardly translated as ‘thank you,’ it didn't matter if I was wrong.I gripped the edge of my dress, kicking at the air, trying to be happy and ignore the fact that I was a prisoner.“A word with you, Miss Ka