Chapter 19 NINETEEN
I could either listen and be a good little witch, or meet with anger and brutality at every turn, they were my choices. Yet, it didn’t feel like I had much choice at all, my path had been chosen for me, and now all I could do was follow it. Whilst attempting to stay alive.
We reached the room I had been given within several minutes, the prince slamming me down onto the hard mattress, my head crashing against the wall; the world around me blurring slightly. He had closed off his mind to me, ensuring that I couldn’t hear his thoughts as he knelt down, gently tucking my long hair behind my ears.
“I need you to stay in here until Blanche comes to collect you for training.” He said softly, once again confusing me as his mood and demeanour changed like the direction of the wind.
“Why can’t you just let me go?” I asked, whispering the question, unsure of how he would react.
He shook his head, leaning back on his heels. “I can't do that; you are too valuable.”
Tears slipped from my eyes as I curled my legs up towards my chest; blocking him out of my brain as he did to me. “I don’t want this; I don’t want to be valuable.”
“What you are and what you want will always be different, that is the way life works.” He sighed, wiping the tears from my eyes.
He could sense my sadness, it didn’t matter that I had pushed him from my head, the link between us was growing stronger; twisting into something that neither of us understood. But I couldn’t accept it, I wanted to live by my own rules; I needed to be free.
I didn’t care how the world worked, I didn’t care that I was born into slavery, I just wanted to be someone else; somewhere else. I pulled away when he moved to wipe more tears from my eyes, pushing away his hand as I stood; walking towards the door.
Silas blurred to the door, blocking my path as he snarled lightly; trying to intimidate me. “Where do you think you are going?”
I shook violently as I spoke; my voice low and unsure. “I want to leave. I don’t want to be here; I want to go home.”
“Your home is here with me, you have nowhere else to go. No one else who will take care of you.” he said through gritted teeth, blocking my path again when I tried to move around him. “Don’t make me lock you in the dungeon.”
“I don’t care, I want to go.” I cried, my eyes turning violet as panic overwhelmed me; though I didn’t know what good it would do, my power couldn’t kill him.
“Luna. Calm down. You have nowhere to go.” He growled, taking a step towards me as I cowered back; unsure what to do. “I am trying to help you.”
I screamed out when he grabbed me, unable to stop the power from exploding from my body; sending the prince backwards into the hall, his tall, muscular frame crashing into the floor and skidding two feet. My heart lurched in fear and shock, what had I done? I took a step back, collapsing onto the floor as I cried, not knowing what to do; my terror rising to limits I didn’t know possible. I had attacked the vampire prince; perhaps even wounded him as he now struggled to rise back to his feet, guards rushing to his aid.
The guards lifted him from the ground, his fire-coloured eyes masked with anger, a fury I had never before seen.
Silas pushed the guards away from him, storming back into the small room and slamming the door so that no one else could see what he was about to do; I tried to push into his mind to find out what he was thinking, but he forced me out, snarling louder than a hellhound.
I crawled back on the floor, searching the room for anything I could use to protect myself, somewhere to hide. But it was too late, the prince blurred to my side, barbarically ripping me from the ground and throwing my petite form across the room, my back colliding with the hard-oak door, a scream of anguish breaking through my clenched jaw. I crashed into the floor, a sharp pain shooting up and down my spine as I attempted to move, to escape.
“How dare you attack me!” He bellowed, storming towards me so fast that all I could see was a shadow, his eyes clouded and furious.
“Wait!” I sobbed fearfully, opening up my mind so that he could see how much I regretted my actions; how much I didn’t mean it.
He snarled within my mind, once again kneeling before me as I recoiled back into the door; my heart thumping against my ribcage, my mind slow and tired. I had strained myself too far, and now I was weak; defenceless against him.
He grabbed my neck, slamming my head back into the door, the world blurring once more, but only for a second. I choked and coughed; this is what Berus did to me, this is how he attacked me. Though now, I deserved it, I knew I had done wrong; no one attacks the prince of vampires and lives to tell the tale. I would die now.
Silas Bancroft laughed deeply, his hand tightening around my throat. “Foolish girl, I am not going to kill you. Not yet.”
I tried to scream, to cry and beg, but all I could do was sit there, the air being cut off from my lungs; my eyes failing to stay open. He tightened his grip again and I was no longer able to cough, a small wheeze was all that escaped my lips before the world began to go black; my heart rate slowing so much, I thought I might actually be dying.
“You are going to sleep now, girl.” were the last words I heard before my mind closed off, no longer able to hold thought or consciousness.