Chapter 3

Willow's POV

In what only feels like minutes, I awake from my slumber on this oh-so-comfy bed, immediatley sitting up out of fear of the different sheets beneath me and the blankets atop me. For a moment, I think that I've been captured in my

sleep, but I realize right away that I was actually captured in the broad daylight by some vampires. 

I can't believe I'm actually referring to a real life vampire... What the fuck...

With a heavy sigh, I turn over underneath the blankets, coming face-to-face with Maddox who's shirtless now. He's not as pale or greyish as your usual vampire; his hair a light brown, complementing the light tan he has against his olive-ton complexion. But that's not the only thing I notice... It looks as though Satan has chiseled his body like some super greek god, or maybe just a general, hot vampire. 

"Liking the view?"

My heart skips a couple beats as soon as I see his eyes gazing into mine with sheer content. His eyes aren't a dark, piercing red like they were awhile ago; their a sharp aqua colour now, making him look just a little more human than killer for a second. Then he smiles, and I'm reminded all over again that this so-called masterpiece, is a monster.

Shaking my head, I revert my gaze elsewhere, turning over on the bed so I do not have to talk to him. 

Why is he even in the bed with me? He could've made me sleep on the couch or he could've too. This man is- sorry, being-of-sorts- is acting like we've known eachother forever and this is just normal.

A cool hand is placed on my lower back as I attempt to shift away from him more. I whip around in confusion, but then another is placed and I'm dragged back in by my waist. All ll I can feel is his body against mine, his mouth pressed to the back of my head.

I take a deep breath, trying to keep myself composed and from pissing myself- or worse, passing out. 

Why the hell does he have so much power over me? I barley know this man!

He moves his head around to the crook of my neck, a fingertip swiftly falling over the "bandage" of a leaf that I can feel still suckling to my skin. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his hand still very much on my wound. 

A shiver runs all over me at his tempting touches. "Tired, thanks to you." The words fall out of my mouth a little too harsh.

He grumbles, then without even a warning, he ripes the leaf from my skin, and for a moment I swear it's done more damage than the bite when the air touches it. 

"Ahhuuggg!!!" I cry out, my hand immediatley flying to my neck as I push away from him and fall to the cold floor. Tears begin streaming down my face from the pain, but I get up again and bolt towards the doorway. With my luck, the door is unlocked, giving me the most brilliant and easy escape of all time. My shaky legs carry the rest of me towards another door of what seems to be... oh, the outside!

That's until I realize that not only is he a cruel being, but he is a fast one at that too. 

His arm wraps around my waist in an instant, recoiling me as my fingertips graze the cold, metal handle. I feel myself fall back into his chest, an airy gasp letting out of me in response. "Please!" i cry out as his chain-grip drags me back towards the bedroom. 

I'm tossed to the ground like garbage when we reach the bedroom. He slams the door after entering, then locks it with a key and tosses it into his pocket. "Did you really think you could escape me?" he questions, finding it quite hilarious that I even tried. "You are simply a human girl, Willow. If I wanted to, I could break you into two and drink every last drop of blood in that puny body of yours." he pushes me back onto the ground as I try getting up again. Then he grabs me, my shirt a ball of fabric in his fist, and I am lifted to the ground. "But I won't because I need you and want you here, understand?"

I nod out of complete and utter fear, trying to break the stare of his beaming red eyes. Turning away from him, too scared to speak another word- make a sound, even. 

For a moment, he disappears and I am left there uncertain of what he could possibly do next. Is he going to come barreling towards me with a dagger towards my chest just so he can see me in pain again? But then he reappears from the closet, a pile of pretty-looking clothes in hand.

"Here," he mutters, tossing them onto the bed. "Put those on. We are having dinner with my family in a bit. Be quick, and there will be no consequences." He turns and walks out of the bedroom, practically slamming the door shut.

A cooling, irrey shiver runs down my spine, making me shake out with fear in response. If he needs me and wants me here so bad, why is he so devious towards me?

With a small sigh, I begin undressing myself, tossing my pj's to the side and pulling a short, black, wrap-around dress over my quivering body. Smoothing the soft, silky fabric out against me, I turn towards the mirror and give myself a reassuring smile. There's absolutley no way in hell I'm going to be alive by the end of night, so I may as well look hot doing it.

Before heading out to my impending death, I bunch my curly nest of hair into a small bun, plopped on top of my head. Hopefully I look alright to everyone else, because with the resources he gave me, I can't do any better than this hot-mess.

"Let's go!" I hear Maddox shout from outside the door.

Taking a deep breath, I reply, "Coming!" I dash out the door, nearly stumbling in the process.

He grabs hold of my upperarm and stands me up straight beside his towering, muscular body. "Are you alright?" Surprisingly enough, he sounds empathetic for once. Did he hit his head or something?

His hand moves down, grasping my tighten up hand in his. I try to move away, but his hold on me is too much, he doesn't even notice. "I"m... I'm good." I shy away from his stare and let him continue to walk me down the hallway.

After an awkardly longtime of dead silence between the two of us, we finally enter this magnificent foyer, brightly shining with all sorts of chandeliers and with it's reflective glass floors and lightly painted walls. I even catch myself with my jaw dangling open at the sight.

"I think she is impressed!"

I jump at the sound of a new voice, echoing out towards me.  So I turn, and to my surprise, I am met with quite a few new people; Samual who I've met already sat close to another man with long, blond hair that sweeps his back and a pale complexion of many others in this room. Then there's another man who's surrounded by what seems to be a group of exotic dancers. He's older, somewhat similar-looking to both Samual and Maddox with dark hair and piercing eyes, but the tan on him, like Maddox has, subsides. The same is to Samual.

"Hello, Dear," the older one calls out and the dancers scurry away into the back, giggling to themselves. "Come sit. We will eat."

Without another thought to bare, Maddox leads me over to the dining table and plops me in a seat beside him and the man sitting beside Samual. "This, Father, is Willow. She is who I have chosen to be with me for my ruling," Maddox tells his father with a proud face. 

His father smiles and reaches out a hand towards me. "Nice to meet you, Willow, I'm Emrik." he shakes hand then averts his attention towards Samual. "This is Samual, Maddox's brother as you know, and this is his boyfriend, Liam."

"Hello there," Liam says to me, his voice sounding as though he's British. He gives me a small wave and I return the favour, smiling back. 

Even with all these new strange, yet friendly people, I still am so tempted to just lash out and beg for them to let me be released from here. And from what it sounds, I won't be getting out anytime soon if I keep putting up with this...