The Vampires Pet

Chapter 42

 ~ Song ~ Fickle Game - Amber Run ~

-Fayes POV-

The realisation was almost instant despite my blurry eyes, I was back in Nicholas's room and there was a sort of strange calm that washed over me at that. He stood above me, his bright eyes peering down at me gingerly as if I would disappear if he looked away even for a second. 

I was freezing cold, my hands and feet were numb. I had a constant ache in my body from the chill despite the warm blanket I had covering me. My body was shaking, my breathing along with it. 

Nicholas leant down slowly, his warm arms going under my back and legs. With no effort he picked me up, pulling me away from the blanket and holding me against his chest. He walked into the bathroom, placing me down on my feet. I stumbled backwards a few steps, my legs not willing to hold me up, Nicholas steadied me before I could fall. 

Through my unfocused eyes I could see the bath filled with water. "What are you doing?" I asked weakly. 

"You need to get in the water." He replied, his hand reaching around to my back. I felt his fingers start to unbutton my dress. 

My eyes widened. "No!" I pushed him away, stumbling backwards. 

"You're too weak." 

"I can do it myself!" 

I flinched when he stepped forward, my body now shaking with fear. He studied my reaction, his eyes narrowing on mine. 

"You can barely stand Faye." He growled lowly, his patience wearing thin. "Now hurry up." 

"Don't touch me." I snarled back, my voice quivering as I spoke. 

He lunged forward swiftly, grabbing me and pulling me closer. "We can do this the hard way or easy way. The choice is yours until it isn't." He said, staring into my eyes. 

"I will do it myself." I said stubbornly. "Get out." 

"I need to check your wounds." 

My eyes flicked down to the wound on my abdomen, the numbness from the cold had made me forget I was bleeding to death. The realisation of how much blood I had lost made my head rush. 

"I am fine." I murmured, my head pounding harshly. "I will do it myself." 

Nicholas growled under his breath, clearly agitated at my firm stance. He stepped away from me abruptly, causing me to sway unsteadily before regaining my balance. I watched as he grabbed something from the cupboard and return to me. His hands finding the buttons on my dress once again and despite my feeble protests he continued, I had become to weak to physically fight back. 

His eyes locked with mine as he peeled my undergarments off, my body covering with goosebumps from the stray brush of his fingers against my bare skin. My body was wrapped in a towel before he picked me up and placed me gently in the warm water. 

The wet towel clung to my body and although it was covering me, I was still flushed with embarrassment, feeling uncomfortable at the current situation. I averted my gaze, avoiding meeting Nicholas's stare as if it was the plague. 

"I have seen many female bodies Faye." He grunted, sitting on the stood beside the bath. "Yours isn't any different." 

"Do you have any dignity?" I mumbled, biting my bottom lip. 

"I have self restraint." He said causing me to turn my head and stare into his eyes. "And higher standards." 

I furrowed my eyebrows at his comment, watching his lips turn up into a small smirk at my reaction. 

My body was weak and half dead but the water had woken it up a small amount. Nicholas's hand reached out towards me causing me to flinch and shut my eyes tightly. I felt his fingers on my forehead where I had split my head. I opened my eyes warily, watching Nicholas as he carefully applied ointments on my forehead. It reminded me of the first time he brought me here, that seemed like such a long time ago already. 

My eyes drifted closed, the exhaustion and pounding headache cooing me into a slumber but I knew I couldn't but Nicholas's gentle and warm touch was making it harder to resist the temptations of rest. The towel covering my body started to move and I felt the gentle graze of a finger on my ribs. I gasped and snapped my eyes open, grabbing Nicholas's arm and pushing it away from me. 

His eyes found mine, a blank expression covering his face. "I need to check your wound Faye." 

"It's fine." I mumbled, knowing full well it wasn't. 

"Look at the water." He growled. 

I glanced at the water that had turned a light shade of red as my blood polluted it. Twisting his wrist so I lost my grip, Nicholas grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. 

"I can touch your body whenever I like. You are my pet, you are mine to touch." He growled warningly. "But do not flatter yourself, you are not that appealing to the eye. Now shut up and stop moving or I will hold you down." 

I sucked in a breath and looked away, accepting defeat. I could tell he was furious, I wasn't sure if it was directed at me or something else but his anger was suffocating. I hadn't seen him like that before. 

Nicholas moved the towel so it exposed the wound on my ribs but covered the rest of my body. I stared at the wound, my mind had been so preoccupied to even think about the pain but now I was staring at it the pain was hitting me like a million boulders. 

My breathing became shallow as I watched the blood trickle out. The cut was a fingers length and half a fingers width, it looked deep but I wasn't sure if it was just my fizzled mind playing tricks on me. I felt nauseated, my head spinning. The cut stung when he flushed it out with water and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop the cry that wanted to so desperately escape my dry lips. 

He put some ointment on his fingers and put it on and around the wound. The pain was excruciating, making my head sway side to side. This time I couldn't stop the small cry that left my lips. My hand wrapped around Nicholas's wrist, squeezing tightly as I pried his hand away. 

"It hurts." I whined, my eyes glossy from the unshed tears. 

"The cut is too deep." He stared into my eyes, distracting me with the swirling red pools as his fingers returned to the cut. "There is a shard of the blade stuck in there. I need to get it out." 

My eyes widened, my breathing quickened with trepidation. It felt like I was going to faint as a light buzzing filled my ears, irritating me so much I wanted to smash my skull against the bath. 

"How?" My voice trembled as I spoke, the beads of seat that had accumulated on the top of my forehead rolling down my face dropping into the water.  

"I think you know how Orphea."

"Don't call me that." I bit out, annoyed at how many people had been using my real name in the past few days. 

"The ointment will allow me to get the shard out easier." His voice was flat but convincing. "But I need you to stay as still as possible."

My eyes remained locked with his as his fingers plunged into the would in an attempt to fish out the shard. I cried out again, my hand tightening around his wrist with a strength I didn't know I had. I couldn't bear it and shut my eyes tightly but quickly felt fingers grazing my face. 

"Look at me Fairy." His voice was too compelling to resist. 

I opened my eyes, a hard feat with the amount of pain and delirion I was in. My fingernails dug into his skin but I was unaware of how hard I was squeezing until my eyes snapped to his blood trickling down his arm. 

I gasped, releasing my hand just as he pulled the shard out causing my gasp to turn into a strangled cry. My eyes widened in fear at the wounds I had caused him. 

"Sorry." My bottom lip shook, my voice barely above a whisper. 

"I am a vampire Fairy." He said, indifferent to his blood trickling down his arm and dripping into the water. 

I watched as the small crescent moon cuts healed in front of my eyes. I blinked a few times, amazement flashing through my eyes as the wounds disappeared leaving only blood in their place. 

My chest rose and fell rapidly as I sucked in the air, my lungs against the idea of getting oxygen in my body. The wound was burning painfully, a feeling of a thousand needles being endlessly stabbed into me. My eyes hazy with fatigue and the horrible pounding weight in my head. 

I was too weak to even lift my arm now, the overwhelming pain had finally caught up to me. My eyes closed against my will as I felt warm hands on my back, my body shivering at his touch. My head rolled to the side and fell against my arm and the bath, my neck unable to hold it up any longer.  

Nicholas held my arm up, his hands gently running over it as he lathered it with soap, his fingers lingering over my bruised wrists. I still wanted to fight him, to tell him not to touch me but my body was far too paralysed for that. However his touch had a soothing hint to it, lulling my body to relax and rest. 

Once he rinsed me off with clean water, he helped me out of the bath drying my body before wrapping me in a soft and warm robe. His arms wrapped around me as he picked me up, carrying me back into the bedroom and placing me on what I presumed was the bed. 

I hated how weak and fragile I was in front of Nicholas. He was a predator by nature and I was the prey, my instincts were telling me to get up and act alive but part of me was convincing me to let my guard down. Unfortunately that part had managed to convince me. 

I heard the click of the door opening but couldn't open my eyes to see who it was. 

"How is she?" I heard a familiar female voice. 

"She is in pain." Came Nicholas's gruff reply. 

"I can see that Nic." The female snapped. I only knew one person who would talk to Nicholas like that, Clara. "Her wounds? Will she make it?" 

Her tone held worry as she spoke and I could feel her heavy eyes on me, making me squirm. 

"She isn't dying Clara, not on my watch." Nicholas growled. "Her wound won't heal from the things I have."  

"Then what are we going to do?" 

"She needs a healer." He said. I could feel his eyes on me. "Or my blood." 

"Healers are the rarest witches Nic, we can't find one and you can not give her your blood. She wouldn't want that." Clara said, I heard soft footsteps and a warm hand on mine. 

"I have a healer but she's in hiding." Nicholas admitted. "She is barely able to remain conscious. If she doesn't drink my blood death will be paying her a visit." 

His tone was stern, he seemed unwilling to back down. 

"Get the doctor Nic." 

I heard a low growl and felt cool air on my stomach as Nicholas moved the robe away to show the wound. I heard Clara gasp as she saw it, making me wonder what exactly she had seen. Last I saw it it was gross sure, but I didn't think it was gasp worthy for a vampire. 

"It wasn't a normal dagger. She needs supernatural powers to counter it." 

I groaned at the pain coursing through my body, the cold air causing it to ache more. I was on fire but freezing at the same time, it was agonising. 

"I don't want your blood." My voice came out raspy. 

"You don't have a say." Nicholas snapped. 

I forced my eyes open, pulling my hand up to cover my stomach with the robe again. I stared up at Nicholas, my eyes drifting to see the worry in Clara's eyes before returning to Nicholas's cold ones. 

"I do." I coughed. "I will not drink vampire blood." There was disgust laced in my voice and Nicholas noticed. 

"Have you forgotten your place Fairy?" He growled out, his hand wrapping loosely around my arm. 

"How could I when I am constantly reminded by being attacked and kidnapped by your kind." I spat out with venom. "I am not drinking your blood." 

There was a certain strength that leaked through me, my eyes flashing with spirit. Something foreign flashed through his eyes as he studied mine and silence filled the room. The tension was thick enough to cut, Nicholas's eyes never leaving mine for a second. 

I could no longer keep my eyes open and allowed them to slide shut, feeling a hand on my burning forehead as someone sighed.

"Go to sleep Fairy." 

As if he chanted a spell and lulled me to sleep, my body drifted off into oblivion aching for a rest. I wasn't sure how long I was out until I heard my name being called. I squirmed slightly, shutting my eyes tighter. I didn't want to wake, they darkness was too comfortable but the soft voice kept calling to me. 

I saw a flash of light brown hair as he walked away, my body convulsing forward to stop him only to find out I couldn't move. 

"Faye?" 

"Pa?" I whispered out. 

"It's me Fairy." 

I sighed and slowly opened my eyes, meeting his. Of course it was Nicholas, my father was dead. 

"Master Nico." I breathed out tiredly. 

His hand slipped behind my back as I tried to sit up, guiding my frail body forward. 

"Drink this." A cup was brought to my lips and I furrowed my eyebrows. "It's tea. It will help with the pain and restless sleep." He said sensing my hesitation.  

I glanced at the light red liquid in the cup, wondering what tea was that colour. The warm aroma wafted to my nose making me want to drink it so I didn't move as he titled the cup, making the liquid touch my lips. I slowly opened my mouth, my eyes glancing to Nicholas's as I drank the tea. 

His expression was indifferent, not a slither of any emotion in those red pools. The tea was a strange sweet taste, somewhat similar to wildberries. It tickled my taste buds and warmed my throat. There was a slight bitter after taste, almost metallic tasting.  

He took the cup away and helped me lye back down, my eyes closing as soon as my head hit the plush pillow. I wondered why I was sleeping in his bed, something about it felt wrong but the bed was far too comfortable for my aching body so I didn't complain. 

"Am I going to hell?" I murmured softly, opening my eyes slightly to see Nicholas's furrowed eyebrows. 

"Why would you ask that?" He asked. 

I swallowed the hard lump in my throat as the memories of earlier flooded my mind. 

"I think I killed him." My bottom lip was caught between my teeth as I chewed nervously. "I think I killed Charles." 

His eyes searched mine for a few silent seconds, making the nerves flourish within me, before he finally decided to speak. 

"No. You're not." His hand lay over my forehead as he gently brushed the hair away from my face. "Go to sleep Fairy, god knows you need it."

Though Nicholas's words were convincing, there was a part of me that was caged in fear. I had now decsended into the darkness and there wasn't a light to be seen. I knew this was barely the beginning, as everything seemed to be reminding me, the darkness wasn't something I could shake. 

It was determined to stick with me no matter where I went, no matter what I did. I was getting lost in the dark.