The Wolf's Slave

Chapter Three

~July 1, 2012~

Zacharias’ Office

"Father!"

Zacharias straightened in his office chair, Veronica's screams startling him. What the hell?

The little b***h was going to wake the whole pack. Zacharias growled and stood. He had to go shut her up. He walked to the door that led from his office into his room, annoyance radiating from him.

"Daddy! Dad-"

Zacharias stopped in front of the door, an eerie silence coming from the room. Why had she stopped? His hand gripped the doorknob and turned it. He pushed the door open and stepped in.

Veronica was laid out on the floor of her cage, disturbingly still. "Veronica?" That was the first time he'd said her name and it felt...right? He shook his head. His feet slowly moved toward her. 

"Veronica?" He lengthened his claws and unlocked the cage door.

"Veronica?"

He placed two fingers on her neck, checking for a pulse.

.................thump............................thump.............................thump.....................................thump

The beat of her heart was faint, barely even there and was slowing down and getting weaker. She's dying. Part of him wanted to let her die, but a bigger part...his wolf side wanted to help her. To save her. Saving a vampire?!

What was wrong with him? Why would he want to help a leech? A bloodsucker?

He moved to leave but froze. His wolf fought hard, not willing to let her die. His wolf struggled so hard against Zacharias that it physically pained him, his muscles and head aching. God, I'm going to regret this. He grabbed Veronica and pulled her onto his lap. He brought his wrist to his mouth and his always sharp canines bit into the smooth flesh.

He held the wound over Veronica's open mouth, droplets of blood falling onto her tongue. Her eyes shot open and Zacharias thought she'd latch onto his wrist but she didn't. She instead weakly turned her head away. 

"Never.....from......the....flesh." Each word came out in breathy pants as Veronica's eyelids slowly drew together.

Zacharias frowned. All vampires sink their fangs into others. That's how they've always fed. Right? Right. He moved to pit his wound on her mouth but she hissed, now sharp, black nails slashing at him. 

"Never...from...the...flesh............would......rather.......die."

Zacharias was startled by her words. She'd rather die than drink from the flesh? Why was drinking from the flesh so bad to her?

"Here."

He looked over his shoulder and saw Stacy at the doorway. She tossed him four bags full of blood and left. It was blood from a human blood bank. Where the hell....? He’d ask later, right now he just needed to focus on saving the leech before his wolf literally killed him from all its fighting.

He tore a corner off one of the bags and tipped it over Veronica's mouth. She tensed and her eyes opened, immediately locking onto the source of the blood. She relaxed slightly, her hand reaching up and weakly gripping his. She pulled, bringing the bag and his hand closer to her. Her lips covered the opening of the bag and she hungrily drank the blood.

Veronica drank all four bags of blood, her strength returning. When all of her strength had returned she moved back into her cage and shut the door. It locked.

Veronica had thought long and hard and she'd decided she'd pay the price of her family's sins against these creatures. She believed that in doing so she'd redeem herself. Would rid her family of their disgrace, even if they didn't know.

Veronica shrank back, receding to a corner of the cage. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. She closed her eyes and laid her head on her knees.

I'll endure for you my loves.

Veronica chuckled. Her whole family had been right. Her love and kindness will be her downfall.