Outcast

Chapter VII

"Ouch!" Hellen popped her finger into her mouth quickly. She cursed in her mind about the stupid book and the paper cut it gave her poor finger. She sighed and put the book down. A simple task such as dusting shouldn't have been so hard, but it was Hellen; everything was a challenge.

After Cykillen's sudden appearance Hellen had been on edge. She didn't understand who had told the scary woman that she was here, but whoever it was Hellen knew that she had made enemies that she shouldn't have -- but the thing was she had done nothing wrong to anyone.

She was always as friendly as she could be and she was a loner. She kept clear of everyone aside from David and Thomas -- who's office she was currently attempting to clean while injuring herself in the process.

Pulling her finger from out of her mouth she frowned. Her finger was still bleeding. She cursed and placed the duster down. She needed to grab a small piece of towel or something to wrap around it to apply pressure. So turning around she jumped and yelped a bit.

"Thomas!" He stood right behind her. He had not been there prior and actually had been in his other room that connected to his office. Her eyes widened as she quickly put her hand behind her back so he couldn't see her blood.

"I can still smell it. Hiding does you no good." Her cheeks warmed from embarrassment.

"Here, let me." He said holding out his hand. She looked at it for a moment knowing that he wanted her hand. But what would he do with it once he had it? Yet he waited patiently for her hand so he could look at it. And then slowly yet surely Hellen handed him her hand.

His sink icy cold to the touch. It was bone chilling and yet didn't startle her nearly as bad as she had expected. She constantly forgot that everyone here was vampires and that their skin was icy cold due to the lack of a heart beat.

Thomas, however, just kept his gaze on her cut finger. It was small, nothing to be concerned about except for the fact that not everyone here was as well trained in resisting the smell of blood as he himself. Therefore he pulled out a handkerchief and wrapped it carefully around her mid-finger where the cut had taken place.

"S--"

"Don't apologize." He cut her off. Closing her mouth Hellen stood there allowing Thomas to continue holding her hand. The both of them stood there not moving as he applied pressure to her cut.

"Be more careful next time. We can't have you bleeding around a covenant full of vampires."

"I will." She said looking up at Thomas. He inhaled deeply. His gaze matched hers as he stood there watching her closely. She noticed his eyes traveling over her features and became aware that he wasn't just looking at her, but instead studying her.

"So, Cykillen?" Hellen went to question causing Thomas to come back to reality.

"She hates humans, don't take it personally." He removed his hand from hers and closed her palm around the handkerchief. Hellen followed Thomas as he moved from her.

"Did you ever find out who told her about me?" Hellen wasn't paying attention as to where Thomas was walking. All she really did was look at the back of his head as she followed him. Unaware that she had followed him into his chambers.

"No. It's not important either." He said turning and looking rather wide eyed at the fact Hellen had followed him into his chambers. Never once had she stepped foot in this room until now.

"I keep to myself you know. I stay out of everyone's way. I haven't given anyone a reason for them to be angry with me." She explained. Thomas snorted. His lips twitched as he slowly begun to remove his jacket, laying it down upon his bed.

"You shouldn't care so much about what others think of you. Especially when they're below you."

"Below me?" Thomas stopped removing his scarf and stood there looking at Hellen. It was then when she blinked and he was gone. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat when she felt a chilling touch upon her shoulders.

"How many others have you seen walking with my son? How many others do you know apart from my council that spend time in my office?"

"You have me cleaning -- " Hellen stopped. Thomas moved his hands slowly down to her forearms. Her breathing calm and deep, she'd swallow out of nervousness when she felt his nose grace the right side of her ear.

"You honestly believe that's why I have you around so often?" His voice quiet and deep causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand. He was so close to her and only moving closer. Her whole body on edge when she felt what she believed his lips to touch the side of her neck.

She panicked. Pulling herself away from Thomas completely she whirled around looking bewildered at his eyes that seemed to glow a bright blue. Hellen screamed, fear rushing over her as she dropped the handkerchief from her hand and in an instant she ran for the door.

Hellen rushed from the bedroom and out of the office yelling frantically.

"Hellen!" She ignored the call of her name as she ran crying out of fear. Never before had she been so terrified in all her life. What had happened back there and why had his eyes been glowing when he became so close to her? Was Thomas honestly going to drink her blood? Was that what was going to happen?

"Hellen! Stop!" She yelled when a hand grabbed her and caused her to stop in the hallway.

"David! Let me go!" She pleaded. David looked at her worried. He knew that something horrible had to happen for her to act like this. He had never seen her this way before over anything.

"No! What happened? Tell me what happened!" Hellen broke down sobbing. She looked at David as she clenched his forearms and cried.

"Thomas -- he was -- his eyes were glowing! He was -- I thought he was going to bite me!" David stood there holding her firmly in place and for the first time ever shock washed over his expression. He just looked at Hellen. His jaw clenched as he pulled her in closer to him.

"I will escort you back to your room and then go speak with my father."

He told her pulling her slowly along side of him as he held her close taking her back to her room for the reminder of the night.

When David made it to his father's office he hadn't expected to come across what he had. Various books had been ripped from the shelving and skewed across the floor. A chair had been toppled over. Papers seemed to have been pushed from the desk. And his father no where to be seen.

Sighing deeply David moved into his father's chambers where he found him sitting in the corner. His head resting in his hand and slouched slightly to the left in the large dark chair. David took in his father's tired body language and knew right away that his father was far from alright.

"Did you try to feed on Hellen?" David questioned causing his father to lift his head and look at the boy baffled. David noted that his father's eyes were normal unlike what Hellen had described to him.

"Did you trap her in your office? I looks like a war zone in there."

"You really think I would do such a thing?" He called out. A handkerchief firmly clenched in his father's other hand that rested on the arm of the chair. David noticed the small specks of blood on the white cloth. His eyes narrowed.

"Did you hurt her?" Thomas scoffed. His hand dropping from his head and he looked away.

"Of course not. Why would I do such a thing after all the effort I've put in place to make her useful to our covenant?"

"Explain the blood on that handkerchief and the mess in your office then. Combined with her startled state and the fact that she said your eyes were glowing blue -- a clear sign you were about to -- "

"Bite her, yes. Yes I was about to bite her, but I didn't." David's body tensed as he grew several inches taller from the straightening of his back.

"So you were going to feed from her." Thomas rose from his chair quickly. His own eyes narrowed when he looked at his son.

"I wasn't going to feed from her, I was going to turn her." David stood there. He was quiet. He watched his father with a feeling of wanting to fight something wash over him. The anger that rose from his usual calm demeanor set him off. His jaw locked and his eyes glistened over with a glow.

"You were going to turn her?"

David repeated. Thomas seen the signs of his son. He seen that he was extremely upset with what he had nearly done.

"Why!" He snapped moving toward his father. Thomas snorted and looked at him.

"Why would you -- "

"It is none of your concern." David inhaled deeply through his nose. He yelled, stopping before his father.

"It is my concern!" Thomas gave his son a look. A look that spoke volumes about this not being his place. David had seen this look many other times when it came to Rebecca.

"You change her and turn her into one of us will change her completely. That -- that innocence that hope that she has will fade. She'll become someone completely different." David said trying to get it through to his father that this wasn't what needed to happen. Thomas looked to his son, disappointed clearly written all over his face.

"I will do what is necessary for this convent regardless of what you deem fit. You are not yet in charge. What I say goes. Do I make myself clear?" Thomas said. His voice holding nothing but authority. David sighed deeply. He shook his head and turned his back to his father. He left the chambers. He left his father behind even though he knew what his father meant.