The Vampires Pet

Chapter 38

~ Song - Oblivion - Neoni & Zayde Wolf ~

It was the pounding pain that coerced me from my dreaming. Ripping me away from my parents and the warm feeling they gave me. My eyes wouldn't open, refusing to come face to face with what had happened. I groaned in pain, attempting to bring my hands to my head only to come to realise I couldn't. That's when I opened my eyes against their will, forcing myself to be conscious even if it seemed like the most arduous task in the world. 

It took them a minute to focus but even with blurry eyes I instantly knew I wasn't in Nicholas's room. The panic began to fill me, my eyes focusing on the bare and small room I was in. I became aware of the pressure around my wrists, a result of the metal cuffs that kept me chained to the floor like an animal. My head continued to throb as I remembered what happened. 

I was knocked out and kidnapped. 

Now I had no idea where I was or how long I had been out. I sat up slowly, wincing as the movement caused my head to ache more. Sitting up I was now able to shift my body so my hands were able to touch my head. I could feel dried blood along my hairline where there was a sizeable wound, I slowly reached around to the back of my head where although there wasn't any blood, there was most definitely a bruise and swelling. 

I glanced around the dim room, spiders and cobwebs littered the cracked wooden walls. What appeared to be a blood like substance was splashed along the walls, drops stained on the concrete giving the already dreary room a creepy feel. The only light peaking through was from some random holes in the walls and the small window on the back wall. The window was too high for me to see the ground but I could see the grey cloud covered sky and the snow falling at a substantial rate. 

Pine trees were barely visible through the thickness of the snow and it became clear to me that I was out in some cabin in the middle of the woods but that still gave me no real aid. I was chained to the floor with no idea of where I was, there was no hope inside of me but there was still fight. Despite my clouded mind and throbbing head I started screaming at the top of my lungs. 

There was nothing else for me to do expect scream but unfortunately it was doubtful anyone was around. My body was shaking from a mixture of fear and cold, those familiar chills beginning to grasp at my limbs. My heart felt like it would give out at any moment as I continued to scream. My screams stopped abruptly as noise outside filled my ears, my heart raced even faster if that was even possible and my wide eyes were set on the door handle as it slowly began to turn. 

Dim red eyes met mine, filling me with more fear. He was a vampire. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him before I was even able to catch a glimpse of outside. 

"Now you're quiet?" He smirked with raised brows. "Save your weak lungs human. We are too far out for a soul to hear you." 

I sucked in a shaky breath, my worst fears being confirmed. He had a revolting smell of what I could only assume was blood, making me more nauseous than I already was. His eyes raked over my weak body, locking with my eyes as his fangs peeked out from his lips. 

"Besides, you're a slave. No one is coming to save your worthless life." He sniggered, his eyes flashing evilly. "You're already forgotten." 

I tried to keep my eyes hard as I glared at him but his words were a punch to the gut. He was right, I was only a slave. My life wasn't worth saving, Nicholas wouldn't waste his time on me. I was doomed. As those thoughts set in, I felt any bit of resolve I had crumble. The brick wall of fight was crushed into dust and I was left weak and dejected. 

The vampire saw it in my eyes, he watched me break internally and he relished in it as if it restored his vitality. His eyes held satisfaction, his lips curled up in a triumphant smirk. He turned around and went outside, leaving me alone to drown in self pity. Even for a split second I believed I would be saved but that ludacris thinking was skillfully brought down by him. 

I looked at the chains binding me to the floor and began to pull on them. If I wanted to survive, I'd have to do it myself. The chains were rusted and fairly flimsy, it was clear they were only used on humans. A vampire would be able to crush them into dust however a weak human like myself was completely powerless against them. 

As much as I hated the intrusive thoughts, I was wondering what Nicholas was doing while I was stuck in here. Was he perhaps unaware I was gone? Or did he know and not care. I was betting on the latter but a part of me was still foolishly gripping onto the hope of being saved. 

I stared at the falling snow, the shock fading away and allowing the cold to set it. The slave dress was struggling to give me even the smallest amount of warmth. If the vampire didn't kill me, the cold would. It seemed my only outcome was death. 

My body slumped against the wall, my shoulder still coursing with pain beginning to turn my arm numb. Nicholas said the wound needed to be treated, if he hadn't of sent me away to his room perhaps I wouldn't be in this predicament. Who was I kidding? That would've just prolonged the inevitable, they would've gotten me one way or another. Nicholas just presented them with the perfect opportunity. 

Despite having a hard object slammed into the back of my head, I was able to see their wicked smiles. I knew exactly who did this to me, who needed to pay. Whether I would be able to escape to serve them their punishments I wouldn't know until I'm running far away from here. 

If I was successful in escaping I could potentially start my life over. I could stay far away from Nicholas, hidden from the world I was being dragged into. I could try find Karter but my feelings were swaying on his group who mindlessly murder. I wouldn't be able to return to my grandmother's cottage, the villagers wouldn't accept me not that I cared and Nicholas would know I was there if he ever wanted to hunt for me again. 

I would have to leave everything behind and start anew. I wasn't so sure if I had the strength for that. I needed something to hold onto that kept me connected with my parents, something that kept my father with me. In this merciless world that was all I needed. 

The door slammed open, a harsh surge of cold air hit me. I flinched and looked at the vampire entering with firewood. He gave me a once over before placing the wood in the middle of the room, I watched him with narrowed eyes as he made a small fire and lit it. I was grateful for the warmth but I wouldn't tell him that. 

"Stop glaring kitten." His voice sent shivers down my spine and had goosebumps rising over my arms. 

"My name is not kitten." I bit out. 

He chuckled. "It is now." His eyes locking with mine. "Oh how rude, I just remembered I never introduced myself." 

"Like that's the only rude thing you've done." His grin widened as he stalked towards me. 

"You're a feisty one aren't ya kitten?" I tried to calm my rising heart beat but from the glint in his eyes, he could hear it getting out of control. "Only on the surface it seems. I'm Charles, nice to meet you." 

I flinched back as he brought his hand forward. I stared warily at his outstretched arm as he held his hand in front of me, waiting for me to take it. 

"Go to hell." 

I turned away from him and kept my eyes on the ground. He chuckled at my response and removed his hand. "It doesn't seem Nicholas broke you in." I snapped my head around at the sound of his name, my eyes locking with Charles'. "I wonder if you were this imprudent with him?" 

"You know Nicholas?" 

"Of course I do." He shook his head at my stupid question. "Everybody knows of Nicholas, the phantom lord, his name is in the history books. Afterall he is the cause of the 1763 massacre." 

"m******e?" I questioned with furrowed brows. 

Charles' eyebrows rose as he smirked. "Your darling master never told you?" I shook my head slowly. "Well I suppose Nicholas isn't one to share his sins." 

I didn't trust Charles one bit but I wanted to know more. I wanted to know the secrets Nicholas kept seeming he made it his life mission to know mine. Not that it mattered anymore, I would never see Nicholas again but still I was intrigued. 

"Can you tell me?" I asked gingerly, watching his reaction. 

"You're an interesting one." He chuckled, standing up and towering over me. "Perhaps that is why Nicholas kept you so snug by his side." 

He turned and walked to the fire, placing a few more logs to become consumed by the flames. A few sparks flew out and landed on the floor, burning out to nothing. I waited, watching as he had his back to me. His shoulders began to shake as he chuckled to himself, aware of my unyielding gaze on him. 

"You want to know the stories of those he has murdered?" He asked. 

"I want to."

"They may give you nightmares." 

"Nightmares and I are old friends." I uttered, grimacing as memories flashed through my mind. 

He chuckled. "Alright kitten. I tell you the story about the m******e, though I'm sure it'd be far more interesting straight from the source." 

He turned so he was facing me and sat down. His grin was wide and wicked, his eyes locked with mine. 

"I won't ever get it from the source." I said, leaning back against the wall and crossing my arms as best as I could with the chains. 

"Okay kitten, story time." His eyes held a challenge, one that I blindly accepted. "As you know, Nicholas is apart of the high society so when he was younger he attended balls often with Anastasia." The unfamiliar name sent shivers down my spine, I wanted to question him about it but I let him continue. 

"In 1760, Nicholas's behaviour became reckless. He became uncontrollable, a deranged vampire that left destruction in his wake. He targeted witches and humans, brutally murdering them as if it was his life duty. He began attending less and less balls, his attitude towards other vampires becoming hostile too. The last ball he went to in 1763, he lost control. The council had heard wind that there was an attack so guards were sent, believing it was the witches. They say when they got there, blood curdling screams echoed throughout the forest and blood covered every single window. The guards created a barricade around the hall, waiting for the witches to come out. However when the doors opened there was only one person standing there." 

The chills had invaded me once again, climbing up my arms and ridding me of the warmth I felt from the burning flames. I stared into his dim red eyes, those bright ones I had become use to taking their place. My body shook with the fear I felt with the dead vampires, with the witch.

"Nicholas." I whispered. 

Charles smirked and nodded his head, his eyes twinkling evilly. "Not one vampire or human in that ball made it out alive. He murdered them all for no reason, he had completely lost his mind. A few guards close enough to the doors described Nicholas as a monster from the depths of hell, with fangs the length of a finger soaked in blood and eyes as dark as the abyss." 

His words reminded me of the time Arthur and Nicholas faught. His eyes with black streaks through the bright red, it was like he was possessed by a demon or becoming one. My body shivered involuntarily, causing me to break eye contact with Charles and look at my hands. He chuckled at my reaction. 

I brought my eyes back to his, taking a deep breath and ignoring the chills the best I could. "I thought nightmares and you were old friends?"

But evil and I weren't.