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She stared at me, the creepy smile still plastered across her face. I couldn't reveal my real motive for being here. Hell no, and worse, I doubted she liked me either. But my greatest concern was how she knew I wasn't just like any other human walking around in this place. I hadn't acted out of the ordinary. Okay, maybe my snicker back there was my worst move yet, but that was an expected reaction. None of us wanted to be here. It was probably this or an execution. Well I was the only one with gall enough to do more than fake adoration. I could have held up my side of the praises, but their talk about Romania stirred apart of me that laid dormat. Their beautiful country flourishes while ours has gone to the dogs. Our people left to either flee in fear or bow. Tuskee people were proud, we worked damn hard for everything we owned. Even the asshole Aristocrats we had would have been better than this shit show. But no, we had fudging Vampires that wanted everything. Our souls, loyalties
**** 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