BRAN“They remind me of when we used to train back at your castle.”Bran’s eyes found Corey’s who was standing beside him, but the man wasn’t looking at him. He leaned forward to rest on the picket fence as he watched the children training with their swords in the training grounds.“I believe we started earlier than they did, didn’t we?” Without waiting for Bran to reply, Corey turned to him with a curious line in his brows. “Do you still keep in touch with Lancaster?”Bran frowned at the mention of the name, his mind struggling to put a face to it and when he did, he frowned. Lancaster was another kid in their little circle back when they used to train at the palace and they’d all been tight until they weren’t anymore.Everyone had gone about doing their own thing while Lancaster had grown into an insufferable prick. He’d thought himself above everyone else—even Bran who had been the crown prince—and him and Bran had gotten into several fights. Eventually, they’d cut ties.Bran shrugg
BRAN When Corey left the house last night and didn’t return, Bran knew that there was something wrong.He’d held the feeling off for as long as he could but the longer Corey didn’t return, the more intense the feeling got. Bran wouldn’t even have felt as uneasy as he did if the man had simply sent a message telling him that he was going to be back late.It wasn’t like Corey to just disappear without letting him know beforehand.That feeling of uneasiness increased when one of Bran’s men who had left with him that night came into the house, terribly injured and missing an arm, his eyes darting around in fear.“What happened to you?” Bran asked, shooting up from the couch he’d been sitting on.The man’s voice shook as he spoke, “Men… they attacked us… have master.”Confused by the man’s words that didn’t add up, Bran hurried over to him and gripped him by the shoulders, shaking him and his eyes blinked into focus. “What happened?” Bran asked again, forcefully this time.The man’s throa
MARIA"What the fuck?"More accurate words could not have been uttered in that moment, because seriously, what the fuck?Maria wasn't sure what just happened. One moment she'd been running out of the house, her escape plan going surprisingly well without any interruptions, when suddenly, she'd felt arms around her and before she could even process what was happening or found the strength to struggle, she'd found herself being dropped unceremoniously on the floor in the living room. Had one of the guards seen her after all?She'd looked through the window, searched very well before finally making up her mind to make a run for it when she'd found the grounds empty, without a single guard. She hadn't focused on the fact that it was odd that there were no guards; she'd simply taken her chance. Well, if she was going to dwell on odd things, then she would ponder on why Corey had left the house last night, hadn't returned, then only for the vampire to leave the house too, but no, she wasn
MARIA She fought against the men as they dragged her away, determined to make the task as stressful as it could be for them. "Stay still," one of them growled and yanked her arm, forcing her to move faster down the hall. "Fuck you," she retorted, jostling herself just to piss him off even more. Her legs skidded across the tiled floor as they pulled her along without care, and she tried to force her hands out of theirs so that she could walk on her own, but they tightened their grip, their hands like steel bands on hers, unbending. They dragged her up the stairs and her legs bumped against each step, the bone in her toes aching her. She gritted her teeth as she tried to block out the pain.She just needed to endure. That was all. She would endure for the time being and strike again. She was not going to let the vampire win. It might take her days, weeks, months, but she was going to escape eventually.She would not rest until she did.A loud crash rang out through the air, causin
BRANImmediately he stepped into the house, he knew that there was something wrong.It wasn’t just the fact that the gate was missing, that the walls supporting the gates weren’t there anymore, or the fact that three dead bodies awaited them in the yard. No, it was the fact that when he’d stepped into the main house, he’d heard nothing.Nothing at all.The sounds that usually came from the cook when she was busy in the kitchen, the children training at the back of the house, Corey’s cousin watching TV upstairs, none of it.There was just nothing.He supported Corey over to a couch and walked away, telling him that he’d be back shortly as he ran up the stairs, going straight to Maria’s room. His heart caught in his throat when he pushed the door open and saw that her room was empty. He stalked into her closet and checked, praying that she was miraculously hiding in there because she didn’t want to see him, but she wasn’t in there too.Her bed, clothes, everything was in there. But she w
BRAN "Please, no." "Don't make me repeat myself, child.""Oh, gods, no. I don't want to kill them.""You will.""Please don't make me do this.""If you want her to live another day, you will stop making me repeat myself, walk out of this room now and go do what I asked you to do."There was silence except for the distinct sound of her restricted sobs, her heart aching from the burden she was being forced to carry, aching from the knowledge of what she was about to do. She loved her mother too much to let anything happen to her. And if losing Maria's soul was the price she had to pay to keep her mother alive, then so be it, Maria thought, making up her mind to do what this man who called himself her father was forcing her to do. "That's my girl," he crooned, his face lighting up with excitement. He must have realised that she'd made up her mind. Turning away, unable to bear looking at him anymore, she crept out of the room, her long gown trailing on the floor behind her. She dress
MARIADespite all the things that her father had done to her—and there were a great number of things—never once had he locked her up in one of the cells down in the palace dungeon.She’d only been here about once or twice and on those occasions, she’d never been on the other side of the gate. Always on the outside, never on the inside. But now, she found herself locked on the inside, watching and waiting for the man she called her father to face her finally.Sitting on the ground by the gate, she leaned on it, wanting to stay as far away from the depths of the cell as she could. The bed, if it could be called that, was a wooden bench that was wider than the usual bench, and the cell didn’t have a toilet—it had a bucket, and Maria threw up in her mouth whenever she so much as looked at it.Gods, how ironic was her situation?She’d wanted to escape the vampire to come back here, but now she was here and being kept in a cell. Leaving one cell only to come to another. Well, at least her o
MARIA "Is someone there?" Maria called out after a few seconds of trying to convince herself that the voice was real. If the voice wasn't real, then that meant she'd started hearing things, which meant that she was going crazy and she didn't believe that. At least not yet. "Yes," came the voice again. It was soft and feminine with a lilting accent. Out of nowhere, Maria wondered if the girl could sing. It would be a wonderful thing to hear—and watch. Speaking of..."Where are you?" Maria asked the girl—it was definitely a girl—and she moved over to the gate, gripping the iron bars and craning her neck as she tried to look down the long dark corridor if the girl was standing out there. She wasn't. "In the cell next to yours," she spoke again, that lilting accent sounding both strange and oddly welcome to Maria's ears. "I saw them bring you in but held back from talking to you because, well, I didn't want to spook you." If she continued talking for an hour more, Maria was positive