The Untamed

Chapter two

My body is so weak when I wake up. I couldn't stand, nor move. I stay in the same position on the bed, an unfamiliar bed, and look at the fine, well-cutted woods that's used to make the ceiling.

My hands are on my sides, the whole of my body tucked under the red duvet. I can only move my head from sides to sides, where.i feel a warm cloth placed. I wish someone could just enter into the room now, and tell me something. I hate this position and the feeling like I'm dead...or am I? Maybe this is death, but I doubt it. I could see things.

I don't know when I slept off, but opening my eyes now, I can feel my limps moving. I smile at it, exhaling through my nose. It's such a happy feeling to feel one's body work again, after a while of it not working.

I stand up from the bed, and go straight to one of the two doors at the opposite side to the bed, hoping that one of the bathroom, while the other could be a closet, or an emerging door to the outside.

Opening the door, walking inside, taking in the view, it appears to be the bathroom. I balance myself with the help of my hand, holding onto the basin frame. I look into the mirror in front of me.

My hair is wild on my head, scattered around, and messy, my eyes are blood shot, painted red, while the colour isn't vibrant as it used to be. So much has changed in my life. I can't help but think about it. I miss father too much. I can't forgive myself for absolutely forgetting him. He's with the Head all this while, and I didn't try to save him. How cruel of me. He's always been the only one I have, but when I meet Mr. Seth and king Andrew, I tend to forget my own biological father. Sobs drawls down from my face, and I shake my head before going to the shower. Opening the tap, I let the water rain down my body.

I had an uncomfortable, quick shower. I don't feel any difference from before even after the bath. My neck still hurts, and throbs like insane. I couldn't even allow the water to drop on it. The wound is open, and fresh, tender, and soft, closed, and somewhat healed. There's only a sight of two tiny pin-hole at the area, by the left side of my neck.

I'm wearing one of king Andrew's new shirt. I learnt that the other door is for emerging from the room, while there's a small wardrobe, where I find the shirt. There's no scent of his on the shirt, making me know he's never worn it. As much as I use to like that scent, I don't anymore. He disgusts me now....or for now. The way he acted yesterday was as though he wasn't himself. Below my body is a black trouser of his as well, having this elastic ropes at the tip to tie it to one's size. Once I'm done, I go to the sill door, and look out from there to the ocean. We are still on the island.

"You are awake, Kara." I jump, and swirl my body to my behind. My eyes make contact with...a parrot instead? My mouth drop open, eyes wide, not knowing how to react. It's standing on the cabinet, next to the bed I has awoken from. Was he the one who talked now?

"Hey." I find myself laughing awkwardly. Have I ever seen a parrot before? Seriously, I don't think so.

Okay, just keep calm. He's not going to hurt you, I think in my head.

"I'm Tai." He says again, this time his voice is even more composed than before. He talks like when a human voice is recorded in a sound recorder and then, being played. He's so perfect in making up the sentences.

"Kara here. How do you know me?"

"I stay here, so I know everyone who comes here." Like I've known, he knows me already.

I nod, "o—kay." I drawl, making a weird laughter.

"So, what're you going to do today?" How could he be so sharp?

"Are you sure you're not robot?"

"And if I were, you'd seriously be asking me that?" He kinds of chortle in his own why of chortling. Hahaha. This is hilarious, as much as it is intriguing.

"I think I'm about to find out." I say and walk towards him. He gives the hu-uh sound of not agreeing, but I don't stop, as he uses his left feathered hand to make a disposal gesture.

Stopping in front of him, I grab his legs, causing a quack to be released by him. He flips over to the inverse — his head down, hanging, his legs up, being held by me as my face has a curiosity look.

"What are you?"

"You don't get to do this?"

"Who's going to stop me?" I'm not smiling, rather I am curious. How can a parrot talk so humanly?

I pinch his butt, making him make a quack of, "no, don't do that," as he's also parrot-laughing, rebuking, and wiggling in my hands, "that tickles," he says when I chuck my knuckles at his body, sensing for any robotic sign, perhaps metal, or wire, or something like that.

When I see none, I throw him down, "no, you—" his voice caught up in his throat at reaching the ground. His body splatter against the fall, not dead though. When he regains himself, he uses his feathers to dust his body, which at the same time makes me want to recheck him.

"You—are—the—most—harsh..." Does he want to cry? That tone is high-pitched, "human...that I have ever—ever seen." He tells me, blinking up at me.

"Sorry."

"Oh, you could say that now." He's being sarcastic.

"I thought you were a robot."

"Can't a specie of a parrot ever be intelligent?" He's offended. I know that now, but at least his voice doesn't really come out that harsh as my brain would interpret.

"Sorry. Again." My voice is low, pleading.

"Fine." He huffs, and I think he just smile the lips-widening-upwards smile. It was awkward of him.

I don't say anything, but smile at him. He doesn't say anything, but smile at me. Silence. Silence. Silence.

Right after the sound of my stomach rumbling, he nods, and flies into the air. "Right, yeah, you must be famished."

As he leads the way, and bu instinct I know I should follow, I ask him. "Who taught you English?"

He stops in front of the door, and I open it for us to emerge. Once we are, I close the door again, waiting for answer yet.

"King Andrew did. He kept here to safeguard this place." The laugh came impromptu, and trying to conceal it, I end up coughing it out. And then, release more coughs to make it look real.

That name mentioned brings back a flash of memory in me, but I know better not think of it. My better judgement will only resurface, and thinking about the right karma he'd serve for doing this to me, I won't be to want to listen to his own side of the story. At the same time, my betterment can't help but get fury at him. It was so much pain...

"What's that smell?" A scent divert my attention, something foody-smelling. Hmm. A smile crawls onto my face, my stomach rumbling the more.

The parrot, now standing on my shoulder — whom I can't quite shake away the uneasy feeling of his feet against my skin, under the light fabric I'm wearing — quacks-laugh again. "Smells good, taste bad."

"Why do you say so?" My eyes widens as the additional revelation dwells on me. I'm in a Vampire Town. Like a f*****g, real, hell-synonym town full of Vampires and I feel comfortable walking in their hallway. Wait up, didn't Andrew said it yesterday that no one comes here? Oh, wait up, don't they listen to his orders anymore? Um, okay, wait up once again, is Andrew still here? Is he the one cooking? As much as that food is smelling really delicious, I will not eat it. Nah! "An...king Andrew is here?"

"What?" He looks down to meet my face. "No," as much as I don't want to admit it, the red colour of his feathers is elegant, but then, him, looking down at me is as scary as hell.

"Then, who's cooking?" I dread to hear the answer.

"Your guard, of course." He is saying it as if I should have grabbed. But mind you, I just woke up. Like just woke up from a terrible dream, a hunting dream, one that I don't ever want to go back to, or even wants me to sleep ever again.

"Are you...oh, no, Louis." It came out as a weary tone. Just his name tires me. "What does he want here?"

"King Andrew subjected him here."

Of course. My now enemy subjected my greatest enemy to watch over me like he's some angel, wanting another angel to guard an innocent soul.

Queue on queue, we enter into the dining room, where the inviting scent is. It's so yummy. I see eclectics set of dishes on the small oval-shaped table, packed in-line. I smile at it, but on seeing Louis, the cook, I freeze. He's facing the sink, where he's washing his hands. I see he's done with cooking.

"Morning, Kara."

Who? Me? Is he greeting me?

I wait, paused, still where I am, looking like a lifeless being. He turns to his back, his hair flipping in the sense and smiles, his lips tugging up. The apron he's wearing is painted with food such that I can count each stuck to it.

"Is it me?"

"Who's Kara?"

Of course, I am.

I widen my mouth, making my nose wrinkles as my lips reveal all of my teeth, and exhale a smile at him through my nostrils. "Hi, Louis."

"Your teeth smells." Is his response.

As if on a reverse with a remote button, my mouth encloses back. "I haven't brushed." I forgot to after bathing.

"Well, you can do it later. But for now, this foods are for us. Perhaps for Tai too." He says as he goes to sitting, but stop and flashily takes off the apron, put it onto the worktop, and all within seconds, he's now sitting.

"Oh, you don't. You hate me."

"But I'm not killing you...yet." he adds, making Tai flaps his wings as if to dismiss his talk. Louis looks quite the playful today. Is something wrong with him? Yeah, "wrong"

I know him better to be acting this way— talkative.

"Are you okay?"

Louis gives me the confusion look. "Am I not?" Ask, his quizzical face.

I shake my head, and take a seat opposite to him. Tai comes to stand on the table, and uses his beck to draw a pancake to his side.

"Um, here." I help him put it on a plate instead, and he looks over to me.

"I am still watchful of both of ya."

Louis and I laughs at the same time on Tai, saying that. I'm so grateful for this kind of morning. It had started not-so-good, but now, I feel bit better.

Though, I have a terrifying question for Louis. I hope it's not what my inside is thinking.

"Um, Louis," he looks up through his lashes, head down still. "Am I—like, have I changed? You know, to a Vampire?" I figured he must have noticed with the mark on my neck, which can be clearly seen since I don't use the shirt to cover it because it hurts seriously crazy.

I can smell. My teeth smells awful. My body still feel pain. I still crave for food. I think I'm very much still a human, but I need confirmation. It could perhaps take a while before something else overcomes my humanity. I don't want that, I reprimand in my head.

After about half a minute, he shakes his head. "You're human. You weren't turned."

I look down, glad within myself. I feel relieved. "Do you know why king Andrew did that?" He gulps.

"No." He is curt.

"Where is he at?"

"He's left. He has gone to the fifth Kingdom." If I remember correctly, that's King Lin's kingdom. I'm sure that place will be terrifying. Isn't that where Louis and his brother, Damien hail from?

"When?" Solemn fills my better-most ability of hinder, as I feel myself breaking down.

"This morning. Or just this afternoon. I don't really know." He tells me, his eyes unwavering as he watches me stop eating. I pick the food up again and stuck it inside my mouth. I have got to be strong.

I'm well before I met him, right, so I'll not let him change me or make me dependant to his self. I'm myself and I make myself either to laugh, or to cry.

"Thanks. That's nice to hear." I really want to ask him about Mai, or Wan, but that will be on another chance.

After a while of eating, he tells me. "Once we are done, make sure to brush that teeth, and we're off to the Kingdom."

I scoff, and eye him. "Thanks for the reminder. I will." And I go back to eating the pancakes. On his side, he's eating in a porcelain bowl of only beans, with a syrup made of blood, sputtered on top of it.

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