Royal's Belonging

First Attack

Nicholai POV

         I can’t believe she hit me. Me! I am a royal vampire, how could she even pierce my skin? A mere human scratched me, hit me. I can feel the disapproving stares of Dominic and Damien.

         “What in hell possessed you to throw her in there?” Day demands, running towards Alexei’s office to pull up the camera footage of Anna’s punishment room. Dominic and I follow, both curious to see how she was doing.

         We reach the office as Day was pulling the camera feed up on screen. She was huddled up into a ball, sobbing and shaking.

         “Damn you Nic!” Dom yells at me, “She is terrified. That room is the size of her old cell. She is afraid to be alone in the dark. Not to mention it is freezing in there! Let her out!”

         “No,” I yell back, “She needs to learn her place. She may be our mate but she doesn’t know that yet. She needs to learn to respect and obey us. To the rest of the word she is simply our slave. Do you know what happen if anyone found out the four most powerful vampires all share a HUMAN mate? They would kill her. Destroy us by taking her. No one can know until we all bond and mate her, then she can be turned.”

         They think I am a heartless monster, and I am to all but my brothers and mate. If I have to play a heartless, cruel monster to protect my mate them so be it. They will understand eventually that I care for her in my own way.

         Dominic and Damien stand there gawking at what I have said. I can see that they were thinking over all I have said. Eventually Dominic shakes his head and leaves the room. Damien looks at me and soon follows.

         “You know,” He stops by the door to tell me, “There are less cruel ways to protect her. You could have spanked her, or held her down for the feeding tube.” He leaves me standing there mulling over his parting comment.

         I head to my room and change into sweats to head to the gym to work off some of my anger. Of course, I would never truly hurt her. But I am a vampire, she a human, how far is too far? I was born not turned so I never knew human weakness or limitations. Granted, I went through my “mortal years” as a fledgling but was never truly human.

         Yes, fledglings age and grow as mortals and can be injured as such. But we heal faster, are stronger, and when we reach our desired age, we become fully vampire. I admit, it was the most painful experience I have ever had, having all my blood drained from me so I can become one of the undead. In the end it was more than worth it, I became one of the most powerful vampires.

         I suppose I lost track of time because suddenly I hear yelling from the front of out home. There is running and panic when I reach the foyer.

         Someone killed several guards! Dom shouts via mind link. Day go to the south perimeter now! This could be a diversion. I am with the wounded and dead.

         I will contact Alexei and warn him to be careful. Are the women and children hidden? I run to Alexei’s Office and call him. After informing him of what happened I meet Day as we go to where our guards were attacked.

         When we reached a clearing in the forest we saw the c*****e left of our soldiers. It was a perimeter guard of four, one who was recently turned. I notice only the new vampire was still alive, though gravely wounded.

         “Milord,” He wheezed out, “A message for they royals, I was told to tell you. I quote, she is not hidden, we know who she is and will destroy you. I am sorry milord I did not see who it was.”

         We all share a look before panic sets in. She may be locked in a room, but she was alone and we left no guards.

         “Stay here, have this cleaned up and notify Alexei,” I tell Day and Dom, “I punished her, I will make sure she is ok.”  They both nod at me before I run back to the room I left Anna in.

         I reach the panel on the wall and see that she has been in there for eight hours. I hurriedly input my password and open the door. I gust of cold air hits my face and I see her slumped in a corner.

         I walk to her slowly in case she was awake and I frighten her further. However, she does not stir as I reach her. Her skin is cold and pale, her dress stained with blood. I panic slightly when I see the blood. Gently, I pick her up, careful not to hurt or jostle her.

         I decide to take her to my room so I can take care of her. I have a medical kit in my bathroom, and I’ll have a servant light the fire in my room so I can warm my little angle up.

         Reaching my room, I call a servant to tend to the fire as well as bring broth for me to give Anna. I head towards the bathroom and strip her dress off. I want to cry when I see what she did to herself during her panic attack in that room.

         Deciding a bath would be the best way to clean her up, I strip myself after running the tub. With her in my arms, I sit in the tub and slowly wash all the blood and sweat off of my Angle. When I am satisfied, I stand us up and wrap her in a soft towel before carrying her back into my room.

         The servant stacked wood for me to add to the fire and also brought soup for when Anna is conscious. I lay her on my bed and head to my closet to find a soft shirt for her to wear as well as to dress myself. As I slide my shirt over her head a though occurs to me.

         Will one of you bring her special blanket as well as a couple others? I want her to be comfortable but I don’t want to leave her. I mind link Dominic and Damien. I know she will feel safer and more relaxed with her blanket, and the other ones will help keep her warm.

         Several minutes pass before someone knocks at my door. I wearily open it to see Dom with a pile of blankets in his arms, I chuckle slightly at the sight before taking the blankets from him. Closing the door, I turn to my sleeping angle and wrap her in the mound of fuzzy blankets, mindful that she has her special one in her arms to cuddle with.

         I know she won’t wake for some time so I decide to take a brief nap. Laying down on the other side of the bed I feel a desire to have her in my arms. Unable to resist temptation I pull her to my body. She shifts slightly in my arms, snuggling her face into the crook of my neck.

         “I don’t deserve you kitten,” I mumble into her hair, “You are so pure, so naïve. I am sorry I hurt you, more than anyone will understand. I will try, I swear I’ll try to be better for you. Please, please give me time my kitten.” I fall asleep, more content than I have ever been now that my little kitten is safe in my arms.