Lake of Sorrows

Escaping the Fae

Isabella POV

I woke up lying next to a babbling brook and the sunlight beaming down so bright. I can't place it, but this definitely isn't Transylvania. You just feel an instant calmness being here. It’s been so long since I actually sat out under the sun enjoying its warmth with not a care in the world. More I pounder on it, I wasn't sure if I should be rushing to figure out where I am or just take a moment to enjoy the scenery. It wasn’t a hard choice. I let a giggle slip out as I laid right back down and just enjoyed the sound of the birds.

As the sun starts to set, I realize I need to get my bearings and locate food, and somewhere to hunker down for the night. I get up to start looking for firewood when an orb of light flashed before my eyes, catching me off. I stumbled back, tripping over a log, causing me to smack my head hard on a rock. Blood starts pouring out the side of my head dark spots appeared, making the world spin.

“Are you ok child?” A woman's voice came from beside me, startling me. I let out a scream,“ Who the hell are you? Stay back.”

I start pushing myself backward, trying to put distance between me and this woman. How do I keep getting myself into these predicaments? Fear sets in, just knowing once again something bad is about to happen. I back myself up to a tree, using it as support to pull myself up to come eye to eye with the mysterious, glowing woman. The woman leans in and places her hand on my head, an instant calmness coming back over me. I reached up, noticing that my head was no longer bleeding.

“How Ho, how did you do that?” I’m so confused about what’s going on, I don’t know if I should thank her or if I should run since I’m no longer injured. “Child that’s a simple trick most fairies can heal, I thought Amanda already told you this?” It takes me a few seconds to realize that she knew Amanda.” Wait how do you know her she's been a slave for years?” The woman gives me a soft smile,” My name is Titania, I am the Queen of the Fae world. I have been waiting for what feels like a lifetime to meet you, my sweet Isabella. Yes, we are aware of where Amanda is at but she chooses to stay, I don't think she realizes that that vamp of hers is her mate. Either way, she made the choice. I love my sister dearly, but I respect her wishes. At least with her there we know what's going on in that castle” My mouth falls open,” Wait your Amanda's sister? She missed that detail, but for right now, I need to know how I got into the Fae? I was just in the dining hall with Marcus and Max. “ Titania lets out a chuckle.

“When a fairy is in extreme danger or stressed, they can open a portal that lands them here. The problem is we weren’t expecting you so soon. Let’s walk and talk, my beautiful child, I feel there is a lot more information you need to know about us before your journey back home.”

Marcus POV

It’s been weeks and Isabella hasn’t moved a single muscle. The monitor continuously beeps letting me know that she is still fighting, she just won’t wake up and it is driving me mad. I haven’t fed since the night Isabella went into a coma. The red room becomes more of stress relief with each day that passes. It doesn’t surprise me that Max has quit coming by to check on Bella, or at least he doesn’t come when I am around. He says he doesn’t like this version of me, but I don’t care. I refuse to control the anger inside me. It’s time this damn castle sees the damage I could cause. They have continuously underestimated me, if I have to kill every damn slave I will if that means I could get my Isabella back to me. I turn when I hear a knock on Isabella's door frame. Instantly smelling that my brother Jacob has entered the room.

“ How is she?” Jacob asks as he plops down in a chair next to her bed. “She’s still fighting. I keep telling myself that she’ll wake up any day now. Then there is a side of me that can’t help but feel that I am lying to myself. You would think the poison would have done been out of her system. It’s been weeks, so I don’t know what to f*cking think anymore.” I get up from Isabella’s bed needing to pace the floor, a habit I recently picked up at night to keep me busy. “Marcus, my brother, when was the last time you took care of yourself? You know, the basics like showering or even feeding yourself, you look like one of the prisoners in the dungeon? Honestly, you look horrible and if I'm being honest, you smell like a sewer.” Jacob chuckled, making it clear he found humor in the situation.

A growl escapes my lips, letting him know I didn't find any of this humorous. Jacob throws up his hands as if surrendering. ”Woah Woah Woah, get your panties out of a wad. All I’m saying is you are still in the same clothes as the night when she fell sick. Your shirt is encrusted in old blood, your beard is thick and your hair greasy. Is this how you want Isabella to wake up to see you? Look, go get in the shower, I will have Anastasie sent up with a warm meal and sit and watch Isabella until you're cleaned up. Quite frankly it will do you some good to be away from her for a second. You need to clear your mind, Brother.”

Maybe he’s right. “Ok but can you stay in here with her until I get back, I don't want her to wake up alone.” Jacob just nods as I turn to leave to get a shower. I flick on my light to see how bad I actually looked, and was shocked to see that I resembled a homeless man that was lost in the middle of the desert. Jacob wasn’t lying I was rough looking. My lips looked dry as the Sonoran Desert, peeling with drops of blood poking through the dead skin. My eyes and cheeks have sunken in from not feeding. I would give my Isabella a nightmare if she woke up to me looking like this. Everything in me just prayed that she would just wake up soon.

Isabella POV

I have been stuck here for days, not sure how to get back home to Marcus. The queen has been meeting with me in the garden every afternoon. Trying to teach me how to heal myself on the inside more. I feel stronger with each passing day, but I can’t help but wake up disappointed that I haven’t made it home yet. Titania approaches the tree I am sitting under. “What's wrong Isabella? You look like you have a lot on your mind.” “Titania, I don't mean to be disrespectful. Please forgive me for being so forward, but it makes no sense why I'm still here. I am better, so why haven't I been able to get back home yet?” “Isabella, are you sure you are even trying to go home? Could it be that you enjoy the freedom here and rather not leave? No one would judge you if you choose just to stay.”

I sat there for a while, just pondering over what the Queen asked me, not realizing that I had started to cry. Titania took a seat next to me, quickly pulling me into a tight hug. “Isabella, child, why are you crying? There is no reason for all those tears here. If you want to get back home we will get you there tonight, you just need to calm down, love.” “I -i- I just miss Marcus so much, Titania. Being away makes knots form in my stomach that is making me physically ill. I can’t eat or sleep, I'm miserable. I want to be curled up in his bed, wrapped in his scent. Not only that, but I just need my Marcus.” “Then just wake up, child. Just wake up.” Titania’s voice starts to fade as I drift back into the darkness, everything slowly fading away.

Anastasie POV

Prince Jacob sent for me with the message to get ready, that Prince Marcus was needing my assistance. I couldn't help the excitement that came over me. It has been months since he needed my services, that pet of his Ms. Isabella kept him busy. Oh, did I miss our sessions, it's not fair how he discarded me. He acted like I was garbage once the fragile Isabella came along. No longer calling for my services.

It doesn't take me long to put my dark black hair up into curls while painting my lips a ruby red. I then slip a bright red teddy on under my uniform. If the Prince wanted a show, I was going to show him what he was missing out on. A quick trip to the kitchen to grab him a tray and off I went to his room, greeting Prince Jacob as he walked out the door. “Anastasie Prince Marcus is in the shower. While he gets cleaned up, do you mind looking in on his pet, Isabella? It seems she's beginning to get restless. The Prince should be out shortly, do us all a favor and get that man to eat. We cannot deal with his mood swings much longer” “As you wish, sir.” I bowed as he left. Setting the prince's tray down and heading straight to Isabella's room.

“I swear, Isabella, I hope you never wake up. If I knew I could get away with it, that pillow would be over your face until you slowly quit breathing.” Isabella mumbled something in her sleep. “It's ok love you lay right there, I will gladly warm his sheets tonight. If we are lucky you will hear every moan that slips from my lips.” I turned and left her room, hearing the shower cut off in Marcus’s bathroom. I run smack into a drenched Marcus with only a towel wrapped around his waist as I exit Isabella’s room.

“Oh Sir, I didn’t mean to disturb you, I was just checking on that pet of yours.” Just saying those words left a bad taste in my mouth. “Anastasie I forgot Jacob said you were coming up. If I had known you were here already, I would have dressed in the bathroom. I'm going to step in the closet to change, it will only take a minute, thank you for the food you can go now.” To be dismissed so quickly shocked me. To say I wasn't disappointed would be a lie, To hell with that, this man was going to give me the attention I was craving even if I had to take it from him. Only a minute passed when Marcus came out of his closet in only a pair of gray sweatpants. I didn't even attempt to hide the drool that formed. I took slow steps towards him.

“Anastasie I thought I said you could go wh….” I pulled the string to my halter top, letting my uniform fall to the revealing the lingerie I had hidden. “Well Sir you haven't fed from me in a while and…“ By now I'm right in front of him peering up with innocent eyes. Trying hard to get out what I wanted to do. “I know you are hungry, so I figured why not a dinner and a show.” I give him a wink, hoping he catches my drift. I turn my back to him so I can rub my body against his.

Marcus quickly wraps his hand around my throat, lifting me easily off the ground, his eyes fiery red. I couldn’t help feeling instantly aroused. Marcus, Pissed off or not, still made me become instantly wet. A moan slips out, letting Marcus know that I wanted more. He has no problem tightening his grip.

Marcus pulls me in close,“ You disgust me with how easy you are. You Anastasie are nothing but the house w***e. Did you really think I would want your filthy ass again? You will never be good enough for my bed.” By now we have made it to the couch in the middle of the room and Marcus has me on his lap facing away from him. His hand is still around my throat, keeping me in place as he runs his nose up my throat to my ear. “Anastasie you did get one thing right, though, you will make me a delicious meal.” Marcus wraps his other hand around my chest, once again causing a moan to escape as he grazed my breast. I don't care how this man torments me, I never can have enough of him. Marcus lets out a growl as he sinks his teeth into me, I can't help but squirm and feel him becoming harder beneath me. A satisfied smile forms on my lips, knowing that just the taste of me makes him go hard. To my surprise, I hear Isabella’s door creak open.