The Vampires Pet

Chapter 39

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I stared at the dried meat on the floor before dragging my eyes up to meet his. He chuckled at my unimpressed expression. 

"You know, when I agreed to taking you, I didn't know you'd be this fun."

"Unfortunately, I can't say the same." 

He laughed at me before walking to the other side of the room. It had been three days already. Three long and draining days stuck with the presence of Charles. He would leave for a few hours every day and return with more supplies for himself. He told me a few more stories he had heard about Nicholas, how many believed he was the most demonic creature to walk this earth. 

I couldn't say I disagreed. 

Despite having Charles around, I had never felt as alone as I did now. Knowing there was no one in the world that would come rescue me, no one that cared enough to even notice that I was gone. It was a harsh lesson I learnt and one that still caused my heart to ache.

I let my body slump back against the wall as my eyes slid shut. I was getting weaker by the minute, the dried meat barely enough to keep my eyes open. The pain in my shoulder grew and I feared an infection was brewing. If Charles didn't take me out, my shoulder would. 

"What happened there?" Charles asked, I opened one eye to see him staring at my shoulder. 

"A witch." I muttered. 

He raised his eyebrows. "You get yourself into all sorts of trouble don't ya kitten." 

"I don't seek it." I said. "And my name is not kitten." 

He chuckled as he leaned back against the wall in a similar manner as mine. "It's your nickname. Is it your first?" 

I opened my other eye and stared into his as they were slowly replaced by those blood red pools I had become so use to seeing. Nicholas's voice echoed in my mind as he called out my name, well the nickname he gave me. I hated it at first but soon found myself responding to it, it could've been a worse name afterall. My body tingled as I thought about him, his voice sounding so real yet I knew it was all in my mind. 

I shook my head, ridding the thoughts from my mind and answering Charles' question. 

"Ah Nicholas gave you one?" He smirked knowingly. 

"Yes." 

"Was it something like blood bag? or dinner perhaps?" He chuckled to himself, overly amused with his humour. 

I glared at him as I shook my head. My eyes fluttered down to the chains around my wrists, then the bruised skin under them. As the days passed and my body weakened, the chance of escaping was depleting with them. The only time Charles removed the chains was so I could use the bathroom but even then I had zero to no chance of escaping. 

"Oh come on kitten, don't be grouchy. I have a hard time believing Nicholas gave you a sweet or intimate nickname." 

"He didn't." I answered promptly, my eyes returning to his. 

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, his grin widening so his fangs peeked out. He slowly rose from the ground, stalking towards me like a predator after its prey. My heart started thumping faster in my chest despite my hardened eyes and composed expression. 

He knelt in front of me, his eyes boring into mine. I knew he could hear my heart, like an animal he could smell my fear and it excited him. His hand roughly wrapped around my wrist, causing me to flinch and try pull away from his grasp. His hold tightened, one hand grabbing the chains and pulling me forward. 

"Don't be like that kitten." 

"Let me go." 

He shook his head, removing his hand from the chains as he fumbled through his pocket pulling out the small key. My eyebrows furrowed as I watched him unlock the cuffs and remove them. 

"I don't need the bathroom.." I said warily, moving my wrists around as I stared at him. 

"I know." He grabbed my elbow despite my flinching and pulled me to my feet. 

The sudden movement made my head rush, I stumbled slightly, my eyes going fuzzy for a moment. 

"Then what are you doing?" I asked slowly. 

"I wasn't supposed to keep you alive this long." He said, his eyes wandering down my body and making me shiver. 

I stumbled backwards, my eyes widening. "What?" 

"But you were far too much fun." His eyes returned to mine as he stepped forward. "However I have been told that playing with my dinner is ill-mannered." 

My heart was hammering against my chest, my breathing becoming uneven. 

"I didn't take you as someone who listens to others." I said shakily. 

"Sorry kitten, there's no getting out of this." He chuckled. 

I glanced at the door, wondering if it was locked. There was no way I could outrun a vampire, especially not with how weak I was but it wouldn't hurt to try, right? If I could get a head start of some sort, perhaps I could make it but with the harsh weather raging outside I'd freeze before I made it very far. 

"You don't need to kill me." I said. "If it's Nicholas you want to get at, this isn't the way." 

"It has already worked kitten, all that's left is to feast." 

His eyes twinkled with a sinister hunger, one that made my flight or fight instinct kick in. I had almost decided that giving up was easier, I saw no hope but something inside of me started to push to the surface. As he stalked closer my eyes flitted around the room, looking for anything that may help me survive. Unfortunately the room was bare save for the few logs and rocks surrounding the now burnt out fire. 

His hand shot out towards my face, making me flinch back. He slowly moved the hair framing my face behind my ear and sweeping the rest behind my shoulder. I trembled, my body crawling with revulsion at his touch. I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing, my body acted on its own as my arms quickly shot out. My palms connected with his chest and I pushed with all the strength I had remaining, wincing as pain ricocheted from my shoulder. 

My eyes snapped open and I quickly turned and went to the other side of the room. My push had barely made him move but he hadn't stopped me. He smirked, shaking his head as he looked at me. 

"There is no where for you to go kitten. Don't make this harder than it should be." 

I breathed heavily, trying to ignore the pain coursing through my body. The adrenaline from the fear was making that a feasible task. I shook my head at him, he wanted a chase after all so he'd get one. He started stalking towards me so I began walking backwards, circling the room. 

I glanced at a small log by my feet as I backed away, my eyes returned to his to see him shaking his head. I took a deep breath and swooped down to grab the log, as I did that Charles lunged. I yelped when he reached me and tried to grab my wrists. I started thrashing around, hitting him with my fist and the log in my hand. I could feel his anger rising at my retaliation, his fuse burning out by the second. 

"Kitten. Stop." He growled out lowly. 

"No!" 

I continued to thrash around as he tried to restrain me. He grunted as the log came into contact with his head and I felt his patience snap. I yelped as he smacked the log from my hand. His movements were too fast for me, halting my own movements. I didn't see him reach into his pocket and pull anything out, all I felt was a sharp pain that made my body still. 

I gasped out, my eyes widening as the blade was plunged into my abdomen. The pain rushed through me, making me stumble backwards a few unsteady steps. Slowly my eyes fluttered down to the blade lodged in me, watching as my blood began to soak the dress. 

"You made me do that kitten." He growled as he roughly pulled it out. "You should've just listened." 

I wheezed out painfully as my hand went to the wound, gently covering it. My hand was stained crimson as I pulled it away shakily. Tears brimmed in my eyes from the pain. I didn't have much time to realise what was happening as before I knew it, my body was falling to the ground, courtesy of Charles. 

I groaned in pain, my eyes becoming hazy as I watched Charles climb on top of me to hold me down. Despite the agony I was in, something inside of me refused to give up. I started thrashing around, kicking my legs wildly in an attempt to knock Charles off. He growled out at my dedication to resist death. I winced at every movement I made but it didn't stop me. 

Charles snarled at me, showing off his elongated fangs. He stopped trying to hold my arms down and instead wrapped his hands around my throat, I gasped as my throat was slowly crushed. The feeling felt all too similar, taking me back to a time I could no longer remember. Images off the lake flashed through my mind, my body feeling like it was trapped under water. 

I was gasping for air, trying to get in as much as I could as I stared into the evil eyes staring down at me. My body had gone limp, frozen from the feeling I had as the visions of the lake consumed my mind. I was being transported under water, drowning slowly with the ability to do nothing to save myself. I was distressed, the fear of drowning terrifyingly paralzying. 

If it was even possible it felt like my lungs were filling with water with each passing second. My head fell to the side, a rock sitting just out of reach caught my eye. I fought off the fear as I slowly slid my arm along the floor in an attempt to reach the rock. It was my last chance at surviving. I could feel my life slipping away as I danced on the edge of life and death. 

I screamed out, my fingertips brushing against the rock. It all hit me at once, I had no idea what it was, perhaps the will to live. My body surged with intense power as it felt like someone grabbed my hand and pulled me from the water. I was able to wrap my fingers around the rock, grabbing it in my hand and with a weak desperate war cry I smashed it into the back of his head. His hands released my neck, as he struggled to breathe. His eyes widened, then his body fell to the side with a loud thud.

I stared at his body, unsure if he was alive or not. I stayed on the floor, the pain not allowing me to get up, while I caught my breath. My eyes fell to the rock still in my hand, my heart hammering against my ribcage. I possibly just killed someone. The rock fell from my fingers, leaving a stain of blood on my hand and my conscience. My other hand went to my neck, massaging the bruised skin as I continued to gasp for air, refilling my lungs of what they were deprived of. 

The lake had vanished once again, leaving me to wonder if it was ever really there. I slowly sat up, groaning in pain. I winced as I placed my hand over the stab wound and applied pressure in an attempt to slow the cascading blood. I used the wall to pull myself to my feet, leaning against it as I caught my breath. My eyes were hazy, my legs weak and begging to be relieved of their duty but I didn't just fight to then drop dead. 

My eyes lingered on the unmoving body, there was not one ounce of regret nor sorrow in me for Charles. Though the idea of killing someone was frightening, I had to. I looked at the door and with a deep breath I began dragging myself along the wall towards it. I hesitated as my hand wrapped around the doorknob, the fear of it being locked and being trapped in here consuming me. 

I warily turned it, releasing a breath of relief when the door opened however that was quickly quelled by the harsh wind that hit me. All around me was white, the only colour was the faded green leaves peeking out from the snow and the tree trunks. I staggered out the door and down the two steps to the snow smothered ground, the cold instantly adding more pain to my body. 

I looked around, unsure of what direction to go in. The wind was howling through the concrete trees, snow falling at a hurried rate. Any tracks Charles may have left behind were gone, leaving me with no indication of what way to go. With an unsteady breath I began forward, using the trees to help keep my frail body up. Each step I took made pain shoot through my body but I endured it best I could until I turned around to see the cabin was no longer in sight. 

It was freezing, my limbs starting to go numb. I had escaped the evil clutches of two vampires but now I was lost and barely able to walk. The only warmth I was receiving was from the blood spewing from the stab wound. I had the worst luck and I had no idea why these things kept happening to me, why was I always the target? My life was so simple once but that was simply a mere memory now. 

I looked down at my feet, the blood having trickled down my legs and landing on the white snow, leaving blood footprints in my wake. My body was tired, my mind too and after all that fight I wanted to give up. I stumbled forward, my body shaking without a tree to hold me up. I tilted my head up and stared at the snow falling. 

I wanted someone to save me. Anyone.

My name was echoing in my mind, a familiar sounding voice calling out to me. Was it my father calling me to welcome death? The voice was getting louder along with the wind that seemed to be fighting to drown it out. I looked out through the trees, my eyes barely able to make out the blurry silhouettes moving through the trees. 

I stared at the bright red moving towards me, almost the exact colour of the blood leaving my body. I knew exactly who had eyes that colour. My vision went dark as my body fell backwards, landing on the plush snow. 

Why? Why was it always him.