The Untamed

Chapter four

Kara's POV.

It's after an hour on dot when Louis comes back for me, saying that the cart taking us back to the castle is ready. And meanwhile, he's been so nice to me. I mean, like he's been crazily suspiciously nice to me. I want to know the reason behind it, but I can't grab it by myself, also fearing to ask. Even the stubborn ones knows when to calm. Oh, I think I know it. Probably he's made a deal with Andrew, where he'll keep me well, and in return he'd get something of value, but what could be of value to this white-haired man? Oh, right, yeah. My subconscious mind gets it so very right. Blood! He wants blood in return, perhaps someone's blood, which he's been dying to drink. On another account though, I thought that was supposed to be my blood.

I feel puke-y just thinking about it. 

"We're set, packed, and I think we are ready to go back."

"You are set, packed, and I think you're ready to go back. Well, that last part talks to the both of us though." I say, and he chuckles, getting my hint, his index pointing at me. I didn't bring anything here yesterday, so there's no reason to set, and pack what's been unpacked. Figured.

He leads the way for us both, and on getting outside, I inhale the air, letting it sink into my nostrils, where following behind it are scents of the flowers just on the other side to the cabin. It's so beautiful today. 

I mean, the sun is vibrant in the sky, letting in more yellows, as it adds colours to the yellowness of the flowers. I look ahead of me to see the spacious body of water, reflecting the radiance of the bright day, bringing forth more sky-blue glows. Somehow, it kinds of look rather cerulean due to the addition of greenery in its comportment.

The cart is directly in front of us, so I step in while Louis goes to the back space to drop his luggages there. I think, he thinks that when he comes here, he'll stay for a while thus bringing those baggages with him.

Once he's done, he joins me, and takes the seat opposite to me, due to the confined space, our knees touches. 

Louis nudge his elbow against the frame of the inside, motioning for the footman that we are ready. The horses whines, right at the time when I look outside to see Tai on the inside, watching us. 

"Is Tai not coming?" I know he's not, but I just wanted to ask. 

"No. He stays here." Louis follows my gaze, and tells me. Yeah, he's the safekeeper to this in-the-middle-of-a-big-cerulean-ocean-island.

I nod my head and sink into the comfy seat. The cart had begun moving, navigating to the Castle. In front of me is a smiling Louis, gawking at me in an empathized "gawky" way. 

"Why are you been nice to me?"

"Can't I just be?" He answers me almost immediately. "I am not doing this because of some reward, but because I just wish to. Maybe I saw something." He tells me, his tone riddling.

He is a cruel vampire! He can't see anything, except blood...my blood, which he wants to drink. 

I figured that I changed the moment. "Don't think you can catch my eyes. They don't like white-haired people... Vampires." I pressure, making him laugh a gusty laughter. When he's calmed, he looks at me, astonished. 

"As much as this is an insult to me, I can't help but laugh at it. And no, I'm not trying to catch your eyes." 

I roll my eyes, figuring that there's no other unhidden motive behind his niceness to me. "My eyes doesn't even want to catch you."

My eyes meet his, and he says. "then why are they looking at me?" 

"They are—just shut up." Arrgh! I flip him off with a wave from my hand. 

....

I stand before the mighty, tall Kingdom, my mind drifting to the past, thinking of the time I woke up to find myself here. Mr. Seth had brought me inside this very place. I don't even know how he brought me inside, not till this time. 

I didn't know anything then. I had to hate king Andrew that same day, knowing that he had turned Mr. Seth into something unchangeable, something of sadness, but a thrill as well. He transfered the curse to Mr. Seth. But then, I realize that it was neither of them at fault. 

The load of baggages on Louis' shoulders are of no disturbance to him as he walks to my side, bringing me back to planet Earth. 

I shift my head to look at him, while he's facing afront, looking at the castle in front of us. 

"You hate this place, don't you?"

I don't think I have an answer for that. I learnt a lot from this place, but then, I'd have wished in my next life —if there's such — to never have to come here ever again. This place is cursed, sometimes it even feels like it's been haunted by something, and an unnerved feeling overwhelms my body. 

"I don't know." I shiver inside my body. 

He sighs, and walks ahead of me, his shoulders straightened and undisturbed by the two bags he's carrying on it. Now, there's the good value of being what he is. 

With a slouched shoulder, I trail behind his track. In minutes, we are arriving in front of my room, the hallway dark like an alley. 

Louis tilt his head sharply, signaling for me to go inside. I give him a nod, and enter, holding the door in my hand. It makes a very low creak. It's almost evening, by night they would change. I better go to my room, and stay there. 

"See you later, Mr. Just-chose-to-be-nice-to-kara." And him, giving me a conspicuous nod that seems like a bow instead, I slam the door playfully in his face, and turn to the inside.

Being in this room, in Andrew's room brings so much hurt of what he did to me. I remember that night when he was sleeping, and I had to tiptoe past his bed, so I could grab my books. I don't even know if he notices me. He could have, but pretend like he didn't. He's a typical p*****t. 

Or the other day when he opens the door right before me, making me fall over to land with my butt, and I had to see those bulges of his. His hard contours were fantastic to my eyes. I smile on the outside, using my hand to cover my mouth as if to stop the tears that wants to come out. 

We never spent much time together, because of the hate, but those little time was worth something important, and valid. 

He made me chose pancakes as my second favourite food. Cupcake will always be the first.

I put down my hand and exhales with my mouth, shaping it into an "O". When done, I go to the balcony and check the forest from there. There's nothing interesting to gaze at, so my legs make way back to my room. On the cabinet is the journal that Mr. Seth made me. I want to continue reading on the Vampiric society and systemic life, but feels just too lazy for it. I fall into the bed, and look ahead into nothing, but letting my imagination play inside my head.