The Vampire and His Fairy

The Possibility of Hope

(Kataya P.O.V)

I did not understand why he decided to put the torch out, why did he care that the light hurt me? I then heard him walk back over to my cell. He just stood there, I had closed my eyes but I could only assume he was either looking in my cell or at me. Time seemed to pass by slowly, I was so cold that I wanted to go to sleep. His presence was such that it kept me awake. I did not understand it just a moment ago he was angry almost threatening Master Marcus and now he was calmly standing there as if waiting for me to move. Finally I decided to brave the light, to my surprise he wore an over coat that was long enough for him to block out the light that was coming from the cell blocks doorway, it was almost as if he was stand there on purpose. I had only moved my fingers enough to see through but he noticed that I had moved he then spoke in a soft tone:

“What is your name?”

I did not know why he wanted to know my name no one ever cared before why would it be any different now. I also did not know who he was, or what kind of person he was let alone the reason fro him being here. But if he was anything like Master Marcus I knew my life would be over if I did not answer his question. The only thing was I did not know if I could talk, I had been down here alone for so long that I was not sure if I could. What would happen if I physically could not talk anymore? What would he do? Well there was no sense in worrying about it all I could do was try.

“Kataya.” I said as loud as I could which was almost a whispered.

It took almost everything I had to say that one word. I knew the lighting was enough for him to see the condition I was in as well as the scars, and scabbed over wounds. Mother Nature knew if they were infected. Part of me wished Marcus would pay for he had done, the other part of me knew better than to wish ill on other no matter what they had done. Some said that it was the way of magic wishing harm on other was the way to having it happen to you, other said bad things happened to us because the Universe was trying to teach you a lesson in something you were lacking. I did not know which was true, and right now at this point in time I did not really care. I just wanted the cold to go away, I wanted the pain to stop. My mind was starting to drift again when he spoke, his voice called me back. His voice was oddly soothing:

“That is a pretty name. I want to ask something, did you brake the dish on purpose?”

I could not think of any reasons that a visiting Lord would care if I broke a dish or not. Not could I figure out why he was so upset with Master Marcus’ actions. It did not make any sense to me, I had never had kinda masters, yes some were nicer than others but I was a slave I was no one. Why did he care? I had no answer this puzzled me. He spoke again, I think was nervous that I would not answer him:

“I do not ask this to cause anymore harm you, I ask to have a reasoning point with The Master.”

This statement just added to my confusion why would he want to help me? And he heard the servant that came here? How is that possible? Wait if he heard the servant. My thoughts became foggy I could finish my realization it was important I knew that but what was it? I could not think straight but I knew the answer to his question.

“No…. Accident … Ask Slivaya.” I whispered.

I was beyond exhausted my whole body felt heavy I could feel the wave of darkness that I had been fighting this whole time it was ready to come crashing down any moment and I did not have the strength to fight it much longer. He then did something very strange, I was still watching him through my fingers, he slowly reached fro two objects on his belt. One was a small jug and the other was a neat little bundle he then moved slowly closer to the cell and knelt down. I could see some of his features his eyes and nose were sharp but not to the point of disfiguring him his hair was a black tussle of curls. He reached through the cell’s bars and placed both the jug and the bundle close to me. He also placed them so they would not become dirty from the cell. He then spoke:

“Here is some water and honey bread. Small sips and small nibbles of bread or you’ll end up sick.” His voice was even softer this time.

“Thank you, My Lord.” I whispered.

He stood and quietly walked away, as the light from under the cell block door fade so did my mind. I do not know how long I was asleep for, but as soon I came to I remembered the events that had transpired, I then remembered the water and bread. The thought of moving was exhausting but I did anyway, I slowly moved my hand across the floor till I reached an object it took me a moment to realize that I had reached the water jug he had left. I was so thirsty yet not at the same time, I knew what that meant, I was dehydrated. I slowly followed the jug up to the top where I found the neatly wrapped honey bread. I moved the bread to a stone that was next to the jug, even in the dark I could see the outlines of things around me.

In the back of my mind I knew that being able to see that well in the dark as a Fairy was not a good thing. It meant that my eyes where changing to the dark, and if this was not fixed soon I would never be able to go outside during daylight or during a full moon. The light would blind me, well there’s worse things I guess. I finally got the water jug back to my face, it felt so heavy, then I remembered what the Lord had said small sips.

While I fiddled with the lid to get the jug opened I wondered: ‘why would a Lord care about one slave so much? Why was he gentle with me?’ I had finally got the lid off and laid there a moment gathering my strength to take a sip. I still had no answers, only more questions it seemed. I took a drink the water was so cold it hurt, my mouth was so dry that having the water in my mouth almost hurt. I wanted to cry but was to exhausted to do so. As the darkness of sleep tried to take me again I fought to stay awake I needed to think, but it was no use I was already asleep.

When I came to again I heard the Headmistress voice outside the cell block, from her tone she seemed to be in a better mood. I could not make out what was being said, but there was a lot of people moving about outside the cell block, as well as a lot of light. Both the light and sound hurt so bad that tear involuntarily started to stream down my face, I began to fade again. Just before I fell asleep I heard the cell block door open, I was so tired that I did not care if they killed me for sleeping.

When I came to again I could fell the sway of being carried I tried to see what was going on but there was something covered my eyes, I wanted to say something but I was so tired. I fade back to sleep. My mind came to enough to hear what was happening around me I heard the sound of water being poured into a basin. I then felt something wet and warm being rubbed on my skin gently, I faded again back to sleep.

I came to this time I could open my eyes, I was not in the cell anymore. I was in a bed, a nice bed. Someone had cleaned me up some, I could feel bandages on my wrists and something was wrapped around my torso. It was dark but I could see there was cloth hang around the bed so that the light was not to much. Someone came through the curtains, as they did they spoke I knew that voice it was Slivaya:

“Kataya?” she asked in a whisper

“Yes.” I whispered back

“Oh, bless the stars, your awake. I was worried you would not wake up.” she was still being quiet but her excitement was clear.

“How…… Long?” I whispered

“How long have you been here? Three days now. I have some broth for you” she whispered

“Why……. Here?” I whispered

“The Master said to move you to the second floor. The Master and the visiting Lord O’Flynne come several times a day to check on you. Here drink a little.” She whispered

While she was talking sh had made her way to the bed slowly, she sat on the edge of the bed. She then gently cupped my face so she could lift my head to take a sip, she then moved a small cup to my mouth. It was warm broth the smell was wonderful. I took a sip, somehow this was the best broth I had ever tasted. I laid there enjoying the warmth that was spreading across my body, then I realized she had the name of the visiting Lord. O’Flynne. I had heard stories of the Vampire O’Flynne he was cruel beyond words. Oh Mother Nature please tell me I am not being sold to him.

“I was told that if you were awake to see if you could try to have two sips before you rested some more.” She whispered.

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Good, that will help you get well faster.” she whispered.

I took a second sip. This made me feel instantly full, the feeling of warmth was wonderful after being cold for so long. I was tired, but I was not exhausted to the point of falling right back to sleep after saying a few words which was an improvement. There was light in the room my eyes hurt but I was not blinded. The bed felt amazing, yet a chill ran through me. ‘O’Flynne Lord O’Flynne why was he interested in me? What did he want me for?’ these questions ran circles in my mind. I was so focused on my thought that I had not noticed that Slivaya had left. I pondered the possibility's of why he wanted me for a while, none of the options were very encouraging after a while of thinking I fell sleep.