Chapter 39: Chapter Thirty-Nine

"Bast, wake up." Sinclair's rough voice whispered, pulling me out of my already light and uneasy sleep. I felt my heart thump threateningly when I opened my eyes, and looked into the golden orbs hovering above me. Slowly the rest of the room came into focus as I remembered, I was in a barn, with Sinclair. I thought I'd gotten used to the terrifying color of Sinclair's eyes, it was now that I realized that was far from true.

When Damien told me that recreants had golden eyes, I thought it would be cool, and sexy even. In actuality, it was petrifying to say the least. Making it hard to believe it only got worse from there.

"Are you well? You look quite ill." Sinclair asked me, his face filled with worry as he watched me try to calm down, hearing my erratic heart rate.

"I'm fine, has something happened?" I asked, turning away, so I couldn't see his eyes anymore.

"No, but you've been asleep for two hours, and the sun is setting." Sinclair said as he walked to the entrance of the barn, and stood there, listening.

"The sun is setting? Is that supposed to mean something?" I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"If I were Damien, I would wait for the sun to go down, before showing myself. Vampires thrive at night."

"Oh I thought they called you "the creatures of the night" because it had a cool ring to it." I said sarcastically, earning myself a glare as he rolled his eyes, then continued to listen. I snickered as I watched him, surprised that he actually rolled his eyes at me. I'd had a bigger effect on him than I'd originally thought.

"Do you believe now to be the time to make sardonic remarks, little human?"

I sighed as I stood and walked to Sinclair, before taking his hand and leading him into one of the stalls. I pushed him back against the wall, before leaning next to him, waiting. If Sinclair was correct, as he likely was, then Damien would come in here soon. It would be best if I was standing in front of Sinclair, blocking him from the path of destruction that would ensue.

We stood there for what seemed like an eternity, listening and waiting. I felt my legs starting to get tired after a while, so I slid down the wall into a sitting position, looking up at him. I watched in amazement as he continued to stand, not blinking or breathing, like a beautiful statue. He remained like this for a while until he finally looked down at me, his golden eyes flickering in amusement.

"Why are you watching me?" He finally asked.

"I wasn't!" I lied, looking down at my feet, trying to hide my blush.

He chuckled, before sitting down as well, caressing my hand softly. "In case your plan doesn't work, I would like to say it was a pleasure to know you, Bast." Sinclair said after a few minutes of silence.

"You will be fine, Sin- NO!" I screamed as a pair of hands tore into the barn wall, grabbing Sinclair, then hurtling him hundreds of feet away. I watched in terror as Sinclair landed on top of a hen house, shattering it to splinters, before three vampires pounced on him. Just as I began running towards him, I felt a man's arms wrapping around my hips, pulling me into his broad chest.

"You are safe now, my love." Damien's deep voice rumbled in my ear like thunder as he tried to pull me into his embrace.

"No, Damien. You can't kill him!" I screamed as tears began to cascade down my cheeks. I watched helplessly as they beat Sinclair. Every time their fists made a connection, it felt like thunder in my ears, and a nail being shoved into my heart.

"Bast, it's okay!" Damien said as he turned me around, trying to pull me away from the grim sight. He started to kiss my tear stained cheeks, but I pushed against him, successfully freeing myself from his grasp.

I ran towards Sinclair screaming at the men to stop, but only made it a few feet before Damien had his arms around me again, blocking me. "Please, Damien!" I cried out, barely able to see past the tears in my eyes. "Please make them stop!" I begged as I fell to my knees, unable to fight against him anymore.

"Stop!" Damien yelled to the men as he held me, his blue eyes wide in panic as he watched me fall apart. He didn't understand why I was so upset, and understandably so. He was under the impression that Sinclair was doing terrible things to me, and holding me against my will.

"I will explain everything to you, I swear." I whispered as I tried to struggle out of his grasp.

"He could hurt you Bast." Damien said, refusing to release me.

"If he was going to hurt me, he would have done it already!"

Damien tried to argue with me, but didn't know how to. So instead he took my hand instead, letting me free of his inescapable hold. I wiped frantically at my tears as I gathered any strength I had left, and stumbled my way to where Sinclair lay, motionless. When I reached Sinclair, I started crying again as I shook him, trying to get him to open his eyes.

Damien stood next to me, watching in shock as I cried over Sinclair's body, unsure what to do. "Bast..." he started to say, but trailed off as he kneeled next to me, watching me as I cried.

"Wake up!" I yelled as I shook him, trying to get him to respond, but to no use as he remained still. "Please, Sinclair. Don't make me a liar." I whispered as I put my head on his chest, sobbing into his shirt. "I promised you would be okay. You have to be okay!"