The Vampire Prince's Pet

Saving Lyn

Elias POV

The door of my room is pushed open with a bang and Levis stands in front of me, gasping for breath. It's weird seeing him like this, as he's actually in good shape and as vampires, we never get out of breath. But somehow he looks harried and I can clearly feel the worry and fear in him. Strange. He's a warrior, and besides, he never worries.

"What's going on?" I ask therefore. It must be really serious.

"The human girl is lying in her cell bleeding to death!" he gasps.

What?! Before he can say anything else, before I can even think, I'm already on my way to the basement. I don't know why or what's wrong with me, but I have an urgent need to save this girl, when I couldn't save Louise.

Before I know it, I'm already in the dungeon and have opened her door. There she lies, half slumped on the floor, blood still flowing from both arms, which has collected in large puddles next to her. So much blood. What happened here, did she try to kill herself?

Anyway, first I have to save her life. I can still hear her heart beating, faint but present. I prick my finger with my canine and squeeze out a few drops which I put in her mouth, her wounds immediately heal and stop the flow of blood. That should heal her completely.

I carefully pick her up in my arms and look at her face. Her long hair swings back and forth as I leave the basement with her. She is very cold and her clothes are damp. The food sits untouched in the corner. I sigh deeply and brush a strand of hair off her face. I notice how little she really resembles Louise. Their noses are completely different. This girl has a lot of little freckles which Louise definitely didn't have, also this girl has a distinctly dimpled chin. She is beautiful but way too skinny, she weighs next to nothing in my arms. I walk back to my room the same way, glaring at anyone who dares to stand in my way. A few are whispering behind me, but I don't stop to take care of them, let them talk.

Lyns POV

I wake up in a warm, wonderfully soft bed. My limps are heavy and feel like they weigh tons. My mouth is very dry, making it difficult to swallow. I want to drift back to sleep, but suddenly I'm wide awake. Where am I? What happened last? I cannot remember. I move my stiff limbs.

"You tried to kill yourself," Lia's voice explains in my head. I groan softly. Because apparently it didn't work. That means I'm still a slave to the vampire prince and trapped in his castle of horrors. What am I supposed to do now?

"We'll wait and see and fight our way through, unpack your fighting spirit again," Lia encourages me.

"You're right, we're strong and I can do this," I reply to her in my head, but as quickly as my confidence came, it leaves me again. I'll never get out of here alive. And if they ever find out That I am a wolf, I would most certainly die a very painful death.

"How is her condition?" asks a man's voice. I'm still unable to move, so I just lie still and listen.

"Her vitals are good. However, I discovered traces of whiplashes on her back, including fresh wounds but also scars that are several years old. In addition, there are broken ribs, cracks in the skullcap, countless bruises and, of course, severe malnutrition. All in all I can say that this woman is in dire need of help,” explains a female voice.

"Won't my blood heal her?" asks the male voice.

"Of course, but there are so many wounds that it will take time. However, the malnutrition will not be cured by it and the psychological damage should not be forgotten either. Anyone who has survived such injuries will also have suffered psychologically as a result. And since she attempted suicide, I'd better keep an eye on her if her life means anything to you."

"Thanks, you can go," he replies harshly. All that has been said makes no sense in my head, the words flow together and become knotted into a great tangle.

"What happened to you?" asks the man. The softness of his words sweeps through my thoughts like a soft cloth and warms me from within.

It takes quite a while before I regain full control over my body. The first thing I do is open my eyes and stare at the dark brown wooden ceiling. It is half dark in the room and hardly any light penetrates through the very high windows, which only consist of narrow columns.

I see a figure in the corner of the room. Since I can see well in the dim light, I know immediately who it is. It's the vampire prince. I want to sit up and run away as fast as I can, but as soon as I sit up, I feel dizzy. Everything is spinning in front of my eyes and I'm not quite sure whether the world is moving or I'm moving.

"Slow down, your body has to compensate for the loss of blood first," the vampire says in a worried voice.

In a rapid pace he disappears before my eyes. A moment later he reappears right in front of me with a glass of water in his hand. I am so frightened that I am afraid of dying again.

"Excuse me," he says, putting the glass down next to me and sitting on the edge of the bed. I blink several times to dispel my confusion, but I'm still not sure if this all just happened. Did the vampire prince just get me a glass of water?

This surprising kindness is sure to have consequences, and I'm not sure I want that. Nevertheless, I take the glass and drink it down in one gulp. Only now do I realize how thirsty I am. Thirsty and confused.

"What's your name?" He asks me in a soft, deep voice, which made me feel warm inside. His gaze rests on me and I lower my head immediately. Just one wrong look could cost me my life. He was the vampire prince, one of the most powerful vampires ever. All I knew about him and his family were horror stories. People said that he was the son of the devil himself and ruled with such an iron fist that none dared oppose him, whoever dared to speak back or even breath at the wrong time was immediately executed without trial and without a hearing. These people were never seen again and everyone bowed to him, whether human, supernatural beings like werewolves or just the other vampires.

My body is shaking slightly, but the answer to this question is quite simple. Sweat forms on my forehead and runs down my face. Luckily he can't see that.

"L-Lyn," I reply barely audibly, my voice shaking.