The Vampires Pet

Chapter 29

My breathing was becoming erratic, my heart pounding harshly against my ribcage. Why was I always seconds away from being killed? I hated it, I hated Nicholas for putting me in these situations. The knife should he held against his throat, but its held against mine because of Nicholas.

"Arthur. What are you doing?" Rosemary was the one to speak first, taking a wary step forward.

My wide shaking eyes met hers, hers softened at my expression.

"What does it look like sister? I'm having fun." Arthur said behind me, pushing the knife harder against my skin. 

I gasped and shut my eyes tightly. I had already come to the terms that staying with Nicholas meant death, more importantly my death, however I would not die to someone like Arthur. I refused to give him that satisfaction, how to get out of it though, I had no idea.

"Let her go Arthur, she didn't do anything."

"Perhaps not." He said. "But I find her very interesting."

His grip around me tightened, I winced at the pressure he was putting on my rips. It felt like they were going to be crushed. I opened my eyes and glanced at Clara and Nicholas who still hadn't moved a centimetre.

"I don't think finding her interesting is grounds to kill her." Clara said, staring at Arthur before her eyes searched mine.

Arthur shrugged. "Who said I was going to kill her?" He chuckled in my air. "At least not right away."

My body shivered violently, everything in me was trying to rip me away from him, away from the darkness he is. I wasn't sure if it was because of what happened earlier that was making me have this reaction, or just my pure hatred for him. I glanced at Nicholas, he was usually one to speak but he was completely silent and unmoving.

There was a sharp sting on my neck when Arthur was pressing the knife, I gasped and felt a small amount of warm liquid start to roll down my skin.

"Besides, despite the act he just pulled Nicholas seems rather unmotivated to save Faye." Arthur chuckled.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes tightly. My heart was drumming at a volatile pace, sometimes it seemed it was going to slow to a stop and other times it was going to fast I thought it might explode. Listening to my heart, I felt myself slowly start to slip into my mind and take myself out of 'reality'. I could no longer hear Arthur or anyone else talking, I knew he was still behind me and I was still well aware the danger I was in, but I couldn't feel him.

The poem I read earlier popped into my mind, my fathers voice reading it out. It felt real, as if my father was standing beside me reading to me. Perhaps it was a memory that just seemed tangible because my father was dead, there was no possible way he could be here no matter how much I wished he was.

His voice started fading away leaving me alone once again. The white surrounding me started to turn into greens and blues, browns and yellows were mixed in too, creating a scene that seemed so real. A scene I had seen before. I stared at the lake as it slowly developed until it was as crisp as it was in the dream, perhaps this was the place I would die or maybe the place I'd go after I died.

I was sure Arthur would send me there soon, if not him then Nicholas or one of the many other vampires that have tried to kill me already. I was just a puppet in the grand scheme of things, Nicholas controlled my life now, he controlled me and I hated it. What I hated the most was how helplessly weak I was, I wasn't able to defend myself against all the attacks, Nicholas had to save me.

If I was just strong enough to fight off inhuman creatures then maybe I wouldn't be here right now, I wouldn't be waiting at deaths door. My life was completely in the hands of a vampire, it had been the day Nicholas bought me.

Anger started boiling inside of me until something hit me like a boulder. I felt something, emotion, energy, something rush through my body. The lake disappeared and my eyes snapped open just as my body was being shoved forward. I didn't have time to steady myself so I shut my eyes and waited for my body to hit the ground, but it didn't.

I opened my eyes warily, realising someone was holding me. I glanced up and gasped at what I saw. Nicholas's eyes were a bright red, black streaks stood out against the blood red. I had never seen his eyes like that before, they were terrifying. They were dark and corrupt, instantly making me feel anxious.

"You bitch." Arthur seethed. "What did you do?"

I glanced back at him to see him shaking his hands, the knife was now on the ground and he looked like he was in pain. I glanced back at Nicholas who was now staring at Arthur, not with the intent to kill but with confused eyes. I reached up and touched my neck, feeling the small cut and blood.

"Brother. Lets go." Rosemary walked past us, giving us an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry on his behalf, it won't happen again."

Arthur had clearly wanted to argue with his sister but didn't get the chance as she dragged him off, towards their carriage. Nicholas kept staring at Arthurs retreating form, his eyes hardening.

"Do not forget whose land your in Arthur." Nicholas growled. "Though a Lord, you're still susceptible to the punishments of law and as you seem to know me oh so well, you know I don't follow the law."

Arthur stopped in his tracks, he turned to Nicholas. His eyes were dark, contempt and hatred swirling in them. Rosemary placed her hand on his shoulder, to stop him from being reckless any further. He didn't make a move to speak but his eyes spoke louder than words, especially when they landed on mine. My body shivered but my eyes were locked with his.

He turned away but it didn't calm me, it seemed he had left a stain of darkness on me and I wanted it off. I had enough darkness and hate surrounding me already, I didn't need Arthur on a personal murder mission to get me and further taint my soul.

"God." Clara said hurrying over, worry in her eyes as she looked over me. "He is such a whackjob."

"You can be more creative than whackjob." Nicholas said with a hint of sarcasm.

I was so unsettled that I hadn't realised Nicholas was still holding me so my legs wouldn't give in. I wriggled in his arms until he dropped them, glancing down at me before staring at my neck. I sighed in relief when I noticed his eyes were back to their normal red.

"Are you okay Faye?" Clara asked, putting her hands on my shoulders.

I nodded my head, trying to calm my beating heart. She shook her head at my answer and went to speak but I cut her off. "The left." The words stumbled out.

Her eyebrows furrowed and though I wasn't looking at Nicholas, I was sure his did too.

"What?" She asked.

"Were you on the left side of the driveway?" I asked.

Her eyebrows slowly ironed out as she thought about my question, a small smile beginning to spread on her lips. "Yes, I was."

"I felt a pull in that direction." I said. "It was faint and I couldn't pinpoint your exact location."

"That's good Faye. I wasn't even sure if you'd feel what direction I was in but you did, soon you'll be able to tell exactly where I am."

At least one sort of good thing happened today, It seemed I was progressing well.

"Lets go back inside." Nicholas said, glancing around before walking ahead.

Clara grabbed my arm like earlier and pulled me with her. We walked inside as the air grew ever chillier and the sun started to disappear from the sky, taking any warmth and light with it. The day had felt long, tormentingly long and I wanted nothing more than to fall into a sleep that would temporarily take me away from all the chaos.

When we made it to Nicholas's room, she praised me a few more times before bidding her farewell and leaving. I glanced at Nicholas, noticing the exhausted look on his face. I doubted he was exhausted from lack of sleep, vampires didn't really need to sleep, but because of the draining day we had experienced. He ran his hand through his red locks messily, making a few strands stand up in odd ways.

Nicholas turned and glanced at me, ours eyes locking together for a few minutes before his travelled down to my neck. He stepped forward until he was standing directly in front of me, only a few feet away. His hand reached out causing me to flinch which didn't deter him at all, he pushed my head up and to the side by putting his index finger under my chin.

His fingers gently danced along the skin of my neck, around the cut Arthur had left me. I winced and closed my eyes, attempting to calm my rising heart beat. Then his fingers left, leaving a strange coldness where they once were on my skin. I peeled my eyes open and stared at his impassive face.

"Go wash up." Nicholas said. "Wash his scent off."

Nicholas stepped away, leaving me slightly dazed and confused. He walked to his desk grabbing out his whiskey and a glass, I studied him for a minute before walking into the bathroom with a new change of clothes. I filled the tub up with warm water, sinking into it and enjoying the warmth it brang. It was a familiar warmth, one I was sure I had felt before where it warmed your skin but insides too. It was a pleasant feeling and soothed me after the hectic day I had.

Though I tried to wash my mind of the thoughts, it kept wandering back to what had happened this morning. The dead vampires, Karter, the dagger and the surge of evil. My body shivered at the thoughts and memories, they caused me to want to climb out of my own skin.

Nicholas said we were leaving soon, presumably to go see a person who could give us answers but it left an unsettled feeling within me. Whatever was happening around me or rather to me, I wasn't sure I wanted other people to know of, even if it was someone Nicholas believed could help. Not to mention Nicholas wanted me to quickly strengthen my mind more before we leave, that leads me to believe whoever we are going to could get into my mind.

I didn't want them in there, I wanted no one to go into my mind ever. Partly because it was a rude intrusion of privacy but also because I was unconsciously afraid of what they might find. What if they saw the parts I couldn't remember, if they knew things about me even I didn't? It put me on edge and made me uncomfortable but I wanted answers as to what was going on, I needed them.

I climbed out of the bath and got changed, staring at my reflection in the mirror for a few silent moments before walking back into Nicholas's bedroom. The fire was going but Nicholas was nowhere in sight, likely downstairs eating dinner.

I sighed and sat on the floor in front of the fire, once again letting a warmth surround me. I closed my eyes and hummed softly a song my mother use to sing. When the door suddenly opened I snapped my eyes opened and stared up at Nicholas.

He walked into his bedroom carrying two plates of what seemed like roast chicken and vegetables. I glanced at him with furrowed eyebrows as he sat on the floor beside me, handing me one of the plates. I didn't take it, just stared at him until he rolled his eyes and grunted at my expression.

"Take the food Fairy."

I glanced at the plate and took it, mumbling a quiet thank you and returning my eyes to the elegantly dancing flames. I began eating, my eyes flicking to the side every few seconds at Nicholas who was eating peacefully. It felt strange, Nicholas here eating besides me.

After we were finished eating, we remained silent, letting our worn bodies soak in the warmth from the fire. It was well beyond dark outside now, the only things visible were the sparkling stars in the sky. I sighed, glancing at Nicholas again but this time he was already staring at me.

"Just spit it out Fairy." He said surprising me. "You've been gaping at me like I have grown three heads."

I looked away sheepishly ignoring his chuckle. "You've never eaten in your room before." I mumbled softly.

My words were met with silence so after a few minutes I turned my head and stared into Nicholas's eyes, his smirk had dropped for a split second an action that was barely noticeable but I noticed it. He raised his left brow as he stared at me wordlessly.

He finally shrugged, his lips twitching up. "Am I not allowed to eat in my own room?"

I narrowed my eyes ever so slightly. "You just never do."

He shook his head as he chuckled. "If you really must know Fairy, I am not in the mood to tolerate my fathers pointless scolding." I pursed my lips and nodded my head, staring at the fire. "Besides, it appears you are beginning to become to the only bearably pleasant company in this house."

I glanced back at Nicholas, staring into his sparkling red eyes. His lips were tugged up into an almost childish grin that was tempting me to smile in return but I resisted. I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my head on them, keeping my eyes locked with Nicholas's.

He too was the only bearable company in this house.