His Hidden Jewel

Chapter 10

The next morning I dress and ready for the day but when I try to open the door leading out of the my quarters, I notice it’s locked. Furrowing my brow, I try to open it again, but it doesn’t budge. I peek through the small, barred window on the door and wait for someone to pass. Eventually I hear footsteps, and see a servant appear in the hallway. “Excuse me, I’m stuck in my room, could you own the door from the outside?”

The servant stares at me in shock, like every other creature does, but they quickly clear their face. “I’m sorry but it’s his Greatnesses orders. He asked for you to be locked away and not to be released until he says so.”

“Oh, thank you. Sorry for bothering you.” I utter gently, turning away from the door.

The first day being I obsess about being locked up as I lay in my bed; did I do something wrong? No matter how much I try to take the moment to relax, I can’t stop obsessing. I think back to yesterday, to see what he said. What did he mean jealous? And why was he so upset? What am I suppose to know? I think it over and over, but I still come up with nothing. By the time night fall comes around, I realize there was no reason for me to obsess about it. What can I do anyways? I’m a slave.

The word feels thick on my tongue, and I feel sick calling myself suddenly.

The second day passes, and no sign of master. A servant drops me off food, but I don’t see or hear form anyone else. I think about Yeke, I hope she’s all right. I think about my parents for a moment but I quickly shake those thoughts away.

The third day passes, and still no sign of master or even getting out. I don’t mind not having to work, but the isolation is making me antsy. The times my old master kept me locked away for days, plays in my mind. I start to get sucked into my bad thoughts and my dark memories.

On the fourth day I couldn’t eat; I couldn’t even stomach any food. My mind aches from thinking, I just lay down and cuddle the ragged, thin blanket. I press my face to the material; it smelled of dirt, but I imagined the sweet, sugary smell of bobomellons. They always smelled so good . I feel tears start to pool my eyes.

OooooooooooooO

The small glass cup in his hand cracks; he clenches his jaw and throws the cup at the wall, shattering it onto the floor. Marcel pushes his silky ink hair back, and fixes himself, staring at the mess he made emotionlessly. Why did Bunny have to torment him? She always keeps him on his toes, and he can’t get enough of it. His mind is constantly shadowed by her purple eyes, and no matter how much he tries to hate her and not think of her, he just can’t. She is sweet, curious and very smart, and yet she holds a certain slyness that she hides behind her gentle gaze. So how could she be so naïve? He clearly showed an interest in her like he does no other; she must see that, she’s with him most of the time.

The sound of hinges creaking took him from his thoughts and his red eyes meet Yekes as she enters.

“Knock knock,” she chirps, but stops in her tracks and gives Marcel a questionable look. “Jeez, what has gotten you so wound up?”

“Nothing. How are you doing Yeke?” She frowns at the clear change of subject, but lets it go for now.

“Well, I just came from a date with Pria; she’s so lovely,” Yeke gushes with a dopey smile.

“I’m sure,” Marcel drawls dryly, but not unkindly. “Tell me Yeke, at the end of the day, how are you sure that all this trouble and pain you and Pria will go through to be together will be worth it? There’s no way her family will take this lying down; you know this as well. Why not try for an easier match?” The vampire lord asks emotionlessly. Yeke frowns at the question, but it goes away when she realizes there’s something more to his question, he isn’t really just asking about Pria and her…

“I know it may seem sudden since not so long ago Heo held my interest, but she’s… different. I can just feel it; I have never felt anything close to this before. Besides, how will I know until I try?” Yeke shrugs with a smile. Marcel scoffs, but seems to be genuinely thinking it over. It was then that Yeke notices a certain purple eyed brunette was missing.

“Marcel, where is Bunny?” Yeke questions innocently, not expecting to see her friend suddenly tense up.

“She is… locked away at the moment.”

“What? Why? What happened?”

“What happened is that Bunny can be a complete i***t at times,” Marcel suddenly snarls, clenching his fists.

Yeke can tell that wasn’t all, but didn’t push the subject. It was best not to with Marcel or he will just clam up. “Marcel, you have to remember, Bunny has been completely locked away in a manor her whole life. Never getting to go to the outside world, never seeing or interacting with anyone, but her master at the time. Of course she’s not going to know about most things in the world; in fact she’s likely not going to even know even the smallest things of our world. She needs time to learn and adjust, and locking her up doesn’t sound like a good idea. From the sounds of it, she’s been locked up most of her life; it’s probably hard on her being locked up again.” Marcel winces, the guilt hitting him in the stomach.

She mad a good point, as he thought about it, he felt less angry about Bunny’s naivety, and more guilty that he over reacted. But this whole time he thought she understood, that she was trying to seduce him, but now he sees the truth. She’s probably doesn’t even know what a kiss is, much less a romantic relationship; if she wouldn’t know how one shows interest in another. And here he was, assuming she was seducing him before, all because he found everything about her attractive. He’s an i***t and Bunny is just oblivious.

“I forget how sheltered she is some times,” he sighs as he rubs his forehead.

“I guess you better go make your apologies,” Yeke offers, placing her hand on Marcel shoulder in comfort for a moment.

“What makes you think I’m the one who needs to apologize?” Marcel scoffs half heartedly, he already knew he was gonna have to make it up to his bunny. Not only that, but he has decided; Bunny is going to be his life mate. He wants her and only her as his life mate. She is everything he is looking for in a life mate: smart, cunning, curious, soft, pretty, perfect. He knows he won’t be satisfied with anyone but her, there has never been anyone who has ever held his interest like this.

“I know you Marcel, you’re smart and you can be kind, but you also have explosive anger, and there are times you let it take control when you shouldn’t.” Yeke said with a knowing look.

“I know, I know,” Marcel concedes, Bunny’s cute violet eyes coming into his mind. If he was honest he had missed her during captivity, but he needed time to concoct another scheme. This time to gain the heart of his darling little Bunny. “But not now,” he continues; he rolls his eyes at Yekes frown, “don’t look at me like that Yeke. I need a bit more time before I approach Bunny, but I will let her out soon.”

“And apologize?” The elemental asserts again. Marcel rolls his eyes; of course he was going to apologize to Bunny, but he wasn’t willing to openly admit that.

“So bossy, I have no clue what Pria sees in you.” He snarls with a cruel smirk as Yeke gives him a sharp, but half hearted glare.

“Well I originally came here to tell you that your dress robes and Bunny’s dress is ready. Did you want to see it?” For the first the vampire notices a medium red box that Yeke brought in. Yeke holds the box out and Marcel flips open the lids and digs inside.

“These are stunning, wonderful work as always Lady Uzui,” he compliments genuinely. “This color, will perfectly suit Bunny’s eyes.”

“I agree. I wasn’t sure at first why you requested that color since it’s a common color in Silvonya and I know many try to avoid wearing it to Silvonya balls, but this will look gorgeous on you and her.” Yeke compliments in awe, just imagining the two taking their entrance.

“It’s perfect, thank you Yeke,” he takes the box. Marcel can’t wait to see that dress on his curious Bunny.

OoooooooooooooO

Night has fallen on the fourth night in isolation in my room now. I lay down on my lumpy mattress, eyes trained onto the ceiling. My old master pops in my head for the many time this day. The tight feeling of being stuck in that old cellar with cobwebs decorating the small corners sends a pit to my stomach. I curl in on myself, and start hyperventilating, and crying.

Master…

It’s been weeks…

Let me out…

Let me out of the cellar! Please!

I grip my hair and start to cry, ripping small chunks of my hair out without meaning to.

The walls are caving in… I press the blanket against my face, letting my tears wet the old fabric. A wave of exhaustion comes over me, and I let myself fall asleep.