The Stolen Hybrid Princess

First Meetings

My ears twitch at the sound of the door opening and yet I find myself entranced by the view, frozen in place, even my hand seems to be frozen to the glass. The figure stands behind a chair near the fireplace, as if observing me from afar.

“Do you like the view?” The same voice from the vampire who saved me. His words deep and careful as if not to frighten me.

My mind screams at me, pleading with me to stay quiet as it has done for the past 12 years, but I find my head nodding ever so gently, not words just movement. Finally able to move away from the window that had me so entranced, I turn to face my so called rescuer.

Now dressed in less official clothes, he wears a long white sleeved shirt rolled up at the elbows and the first few buttons of the shirt undone, giving him a sense of boyish charm. Black pants seems to compliment his legs nicely, almost to nicely in some areas. His clothes more casual, gives him a more casual mood. His hair lazily done and a slight smile on his face. He must of caught me looking because when i meet his eyes, the smiles grows. My face suddenly feels warm and i quickly look away.

“Forgive me” he bows in front of me almost lazily. “My name is Julian Black, a vampire as i think you already know” he taps his chest where his heart should lie as if to point out that he doesn’t have a heartbeat,  “And the only heir to the Black-blood coven”. He leans against the chair, his arm resting on the top of the seat playing with a thread between his fingers. He seems almost bored about saying his name, I just stare at him blankly.

“Why am i here?’ I say very quietly and hoarsely, my throat feels like sandpaper from the amount of years of not being used. I find myself almost gasping as the pain of my throat slowly  goes away. 

Julian blinks at me his face completely caught off guard. Slowly he straightens up, almost unsettled that I spoke at all. Julian’s expression softens, his eyes become less bored and more interested. It changes in a instant, a smile spreads across his face and his violet eyes almost playful.

“Well you can go back to your cell if you’d like” , I flinch at this threat. Sighing “I’m sorry I didn't mean to sound... like that” his mood darkens, he moves around the chair sitting down. He rests his elbows on his knees, his chin resting on his hands as if tired from standing. He motions for me to sit down in the plush chair across from him. “Please sit, your making me nervous” he says with a soft smile that makes something in my chest flip.

His kindness catches me off guard, not completely but enough for me to walk toward the chair and take a seat. The chair seems to embrace me pulling me into the chair more. Julian’s shoulders seem to relax as I sit down and slowly feel my shoulders shadows his, relaxing. His violet eyes seem to darken as he remembers something.

“Look I never liked the thought of you being in that cells” his voice cracks and all the tension comes flying back into me. I gulp feeling myself almost nervous at what he’s about to say.

“I tried everyday to get you out of that miserable cell and for the last 12 years I have felt helpless” even if he didn't breathe he drew in a long breath as if struggling to say what’s on his mind. “At least I was able to send you those supplies” I gasp, my eyes become watery, the tears threaten to escape but I command them not to fall by taking a deep breath.

In supplies he means small gifts I would get very rarely in my cell. Small things like chalk for me to draw with, clothes for when I out grew the ones I wore and even supplies for when my monthlies would come. I never knew someone was sending them, and never thought i would ever meet them. As much as they help me, they also tortured me in a way i cannot explain. Clearing my throat, I straighten up in my chair. 

“Thank you, you helped when no one else did” I say in the quietest voice but enough for him to hear. 

Julian pushes his face into his hands as if pained from what I have said, something in me wants to stand up and cross over to where he is sitting and hug him. I don't let myself, instead I force myself with the sliver cuffs that rest around my wrists.

“Please, I know you don't know me every well” He looks up at me through his fingers is dark hair almost framing those beautiful violet eyes, I find myself not able to look away from him. He stands up cross over the room and gets on his knees in front of me, “Please forgive me for not being able to help earlier”. Something inside me throbs as if to tell me that he’s truly sincere, telling me to believe him.

“My name is Ebony-grace, but I'm sure you already know that” I smile ever so slightly he lets off a small laugh, a twinkle of light glimmers in those beautiful violet eyes and stands up extending a hand to me.

“Pleased to meet you” he says smiling back as I take his hand.