I can't help but be locked up in my room all day voluntarily, I feel like I can go off at any moment or simply hurt someone which I don't want. I can feel a part inside me begin to slowly try to swivel into control out of my will and that part of me is not the nicest.
"I think we must speak with him." Damian says out of blue.
I stop midway in my sketch to focus on his words.
"We can't speak to Richard, he is too dominant and I'll never submit to a vampire." Derek grows.
My soft hold on the pencil becomes stiff and and I knit my brows.
The door opens behind me and I smell him.
"I heard your stunt." Ben says abruptly.
I tap the pencil softly on the sheet.
"You talk back to the king! Do you know how many vampires in the universe die to have the position you own?!" He yells. I
