The Vampires Pet

Chapter 43

~ Song ~ Bury - Unions ~

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"I can't do it." The girl crossed her arms over her chest as she stomped her foot. Her eyes flashing with annoyance. 

The woman watching chuckled. "You can. You just need to focus my dear." 

"I am focusing." She huffed, her hardened eyes set on the small lake in front of her. 

"Your mind isn't clear. Remember what you're always saying to me? How you want to be just like your father." The woman stood from where she was sitting and walked to her daughter, a gentle smile on her face. 

"Yes but he can do this and I can't." She pouted. "He is special." 

The woman reached out and ran her hand through her daughters blonde hair, crouching so they were eye level. 

"Your father is special baby but you are even more so, you play an important role in the future." She cupped her daughters face, staring into her big blue eyes. "Remember the stories we've told you about your grandmother?" 

"Nanny Nia. She taught Pa all he knows." 

"She taught him as much as she could. She was a very strong woman and she is with you, helping you too. You just need to accept that help." 

The girls eyebrows furrowed. "But she is dead." 

"She is still with you angel, just as she is with your father." 

"How? She is in heaven is she not?"

"Death is not the end, not for us but you my angel, you need to live. Your life is the most precious thing in this world so even if you are alone and lost in the dark, remember you are the light." Her smile was compelling, soothing all the girls turbulent emotions. "You must live Orphea Lux Am-" 

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I sat up abruptly, gasping for air as my eyes snapped open. My hand went to my heart, resting over my chest as my heart tried to break free. My breathing was uncontrollable as if I had just ran a marathon and beads of sweat littered my body. 

What was that dream? I was sure that was my mother but thinking about it, I could barely remember her face or fathers. Perhaps that was a memory, not a dream. 

While I tried to calm my breathing, my eyes scanned the room, the past few days coming back to me. Nicholas had saved me. I glanced down at the covers wrapped around me and slowly peeled them off. I paused as I stared at the robe covering my wound, apprehension taking over me. 

I gently uncovered my wound, my eyes widening at the once gaping wound now almost healed. My finger ran along the wound, a small amount of pain ricocheting through my body but no where near as much as I felt last night. A soft gasp left my lips as my eyes narrowed on the small black vein like lines decorating the stab wound. 

The bruises around my wrists were gone and all that was left of the burn wound on my shoulder was a small scar. 

My head snapped up at the sound of the door opening, my eyes locking with his. 

"Good morning Fairy." His lips were set in a straight line as his eyes wandered over my body. 

"You gave me your blood." My eyes hardened into a glare. 

"You should be grateful. I saved your life." He stalked forward until he stood in front of me, his cold and empty eyes boring into mine. 

"I said I didn't want it." I seethed. 

His eyes narrowed, his hand lunging out and grabbing my chin between his thumb and index. I flinched back but he pulled me closer as he leant down. 

"Really? I didn't care." 

I shoved his hand away. "Clearly." 

"You're rather ungrateful Fairy." He shook his head as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. 

His fingers pressed down on the area around my wound as he inspected it. I winced and tried to scoot away but his other hand wrapped around my leg, keeping me in place. 

"It's healing but you'll still have a scar." 

"I don't care about the scar." I grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away from me, my eyes set in a glare. 

His jaw clenched as he stared into my eyes, his lips set in a firm line. His expression was hollow, making me gulp as the silence became uncomfortable. The air so tense a knife could cut it. In the blink of an eye, my body was shoved backwards, my head slamming against the wooden headboard. I yelped and shut my eyes tightly as hands pinned my arms down to the bed. 

I opened my eyes, his murderous red orbs staring right into mine as he hovered above me. 

"Unfortunately for you." He said, his fangs peeking out. "You're better now, which means no more princess Faye." 

I sucked in a breath, my eyes flickering between his fangs and glowing eyes. My heart rate had picked up and was thumping loudly, no doubt music to his ears. 

"None of this would've happened if you hadn't kidnapped me." I grumbled lowly. 

"If I hadn't bought you from the watcher Fairy, you'd be dead already." He growled. "Need I remind you, you were a supernatural target before you became mine." 

I frowned at his words, he wasn't entirely wrong and I hated that. It was easier to blame Nicholas for all my problems than facing the fact that I had no answers or truth. He was the center of the majority of those problems afterall, he was the one exposing me to all the danger and darkness.

"Get off me." 

Pain coursed through me, my head aching from being slammed against the headboard. His eyes narrowed before he slowly sat up, releasing my wrists but not moving off the bed. 

"You're sweating." He said, his eyes running over my forehead. He reached forward but I flinched backwards, earning an irritated growl from him. "You could have an infection." 

"I don't." I answered. 

"Oh, you're gone for a few days and now you're a doctor?" He said snarkily. 

"I'm sweaty because of a dream." I glared at him. 

He studied my expression for a second before speaking. "What was it about?" 

"I don't see how that's any of your business." 

His eyes narrowed on mine, something flashing through his eyes. "A little bit of vampire blood and you're acting like me." 

"I am nothing like you." 

Nicholas grunted as he climbed off the bed. "We are more alike than you want to believe Fairy." 

"You're a monster." 

"Again, one that saved your life." He glanced at me over his shoulder. 

I glared at him but didn't speak, letting silence consume us. Nicholas pulled something from his pocket and put into his desk draw, my eyebrows furrowed with curiosity. He turned to me, leaning against his desk with his arms at his side. 

"How did you manage to escape Charles?" 

I felt a cold rush through my body at his words, memories of that struggle coming to mind. I shivered unconsciously, averting my gaze and staring at my hands. I could feel Nicholas's relentless stare, no doubt noticing my sudden change in demeanor. 

"I.." I cleared my throat. "I hit him in the head with a rock. Why?" My voice came out soft and quiet, the nerves taking control. 

"I went to the cabin he kept you in the other day." 

I snapped my head up, my eyes locking with his. "Is.. Is he dead?" 

Nicholas's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as they delved into mine, searching through all the emotions that were bubbling to the surface and I didn't even attempt to hide them. I hated Charles, he was evil and deserved death but having that blood on my hands was a heavy weight I couldn't carry. 

The longer Nicholas stayed quiet, the more the anxiety thrived. I swallowed a lump in my throat, my heart hammering against my chest as I expected the worse. 

Nicholas took a deep breath. "You're not going to hell Fairy." My eyes widened. "He wasn't there. You didn't kill him." 

Relief flooded me, calming the majority of the apprehension I had felt but there was still some anxiety inside. I released a shaky breath, I wasn't a murderer but something still felt off. 

"I didn't?" 

Nicholas shook his head. "He knew he was in trouble once you escaped so he ran." 

"Do you know where?" 

"There were no visible tracks to follow. He's gone." 

Gone until he takes me again. Their goal was for me to die but I didn't. If they kidnapped me to kill me once, they'd do it again it was just a matter of time and I'd be back in the same situation. Fear rushed through me, I wasn't safe with Nicholas. He may of saved me but he was the one putting the large target on my back. 

"He can't hurt you again Fairy. He would never show his face around here again." 

"Maybe not, but they can." 

Nicholas's eyes narrowed on mine. "What do you mean?" 

I chewed on my bottom lip nervously. "He was just a pawn in this game. His job was to kidnap and kill me. I have no idea who he was working under but it sounded like the plan was orchestrated by someone else." 

Nicholas growled lowly, his eyes darkening dangerously. "Do you remember who knocked you out?" 

I stared into his eyes, nodding my head slowly. "I do." 

"Good. I have her in the cells. I'll see if she can give me any answers." He looked away as he ran his hand through his hair. 

"There were two." I said. 

His emotionless eyes flicked back to mine. "I killed the other." 

My eyes widened slightly but I simply nodded. "Oh." I did want them to pay but I didn't expect Nicholas to find and kill them, well one of them. 

"Do you have a problem with that?" He asked, his eyes gingerly searching mine. 

"No." I answered with no hesitation, surprising him. "I wanted them to be punished." 

His lips curled up into an evil smirk. "My Fairy, look at you." 

I cut him off before he could speak again. "Before you say it." I grumbled. "I am nothing like you." 

His smirk widened, his eyes sparkling brightly. "I beg to differ." 

I shook my head. "You kill for fun, for the thrill of the fear the prey feels. I wanted two people who kidnapped me punished, there's a difference." 

"Perhaps." He said stalking towards me. "But that difference seems to be getting thinner by the day." 

I glared at him as I crossed my arms over my chest. The stories Charles told me about Nicholas flashed through my mind as I watched him smirk carelessly. I knew Nicholas was evil but seeing him like this, it made it harder to believe he did those things. 

"I disagree." I murmured. 

"Of course you would." He stopped in front of the bed, his eyes searching mine as they slowly darkened. "You were with Charles for three days. What did he do to you?" 

My eyes widened slightly, shock flashing in my expression at his question. I glanced away, my eyes flitting around the room uncomfortably until they landed to my fumbling hands. 

"Nothing." I mumbled. "On the third day he decided to try and kill me. Otherwise he would just tell me stories." 

"So you sat around the fire and told stories." He c****d a brow. "How touching." 

"I was still chained to the floor." I glared at him. 

There was a knock at the door, making me flinch back at the sudden noise. My wide eyes darted to the door handle as it rattled, someone turning it on the other side. My heart rate picked up, my breathing becoming shallow as the memories flooded in. I felt trapped, back in that small room with heavy cuffs around my wrists. 

Nicholas stared at me, watching my reaction before walking towards the door and unlocking it. He glanced over his shoulder at me as he turned the handle, my heart drumming in my ears as the door slowly opened. I was suddenly back in Nicholas's room when my eyes landed on Huxley, his eyes wandered past Nicholas, skimming over me before he bowed his head and handed a tray to Nicholas. 

I sank back against the pillows, relief flooding me but embarrassment too. I kept my eyes trained on my fingers as the fumbled together, Nicholas making his way back to me after closing and locking the door. 

"Fairy?" I slowly glanced up at his curious eyes. His lips parted as if he was going to speak but stopped himself, handing me the tray instead. 

I furrowed my eyebrows as I stared at the plate of food on the tray. It looked like porridge but it had a slightly green colour and small red lumps through it. 

"What is this?" I asked cautiously, eyeing the food. 

"It may not look the most appetising, but it will help with your wound." He gave me a half hearted smirk, sitting on the end of the bed. 

My eyes narrowed as they met his. "Is this more blood?" 

His eyebrows raised as he gave me a cold look. "No." 

"Then what is it?" I gave him an incredulous look. 

"It's a witches concoction. Now eat it." 

"What?" 

"Fairy." He growled warningly. 

I pursed my lips but slowly brought a spoonful to my lips. It didn't taste horrible, to be entirely honest it barely tasted like anything. There was a subtle sweetness that went down well. Nicholas watched me while I ate, making me squirm uncomfortably. 

"What were those black lines?" I suddenly asked. He tilted his head, a small crease line appearing between his eyebrows. "Around my wound." 

"A result of the dagger you were stabbed with." I furrowed my eyebrows so he continued. "It was a supernatural dagger, born from evil and darkness. You had that shard in you for too long so it had begun to spread, my blood stopped it from getting to your heart but that was all it could do." 

I stared into his eyes, I could've sworn I saw a glimpse of affliction in them but the red pools seemed to swallow it up. His expression remained impassive but his eyes were a storm, the front of all the turmoil in his mind. 

"Am I dying?"