Chapter 18

The cool breeze flew by my face once again for about the 50th time covering my entire face with my hair and making my head look like a giant rat's nest. I grunted in annoyance fiddling with my hair trying to untangle it and somewhat straighten it out with my fingers. Damn wind.

I start walking through the garden that Ronan's mother or should I say the Queen showed me. I'd be lying if I said it was alright. This garden was beyond beautiful. Every flower specie to every exist were all here placed in one area coming together in utter beauty. The sweet smell of the flowers continued to fill my nostrils and I was perfectly okay with that.

I couldn't help but to think back to yesterday's event after I woke up from my horrid dream.

*

"MIABELLA" I shoot straight up from the bed my whole body drenched in sweat causing my clothes and the covers to stick to my wet skin. I look all around me panic arising in me as I try to breath for dear life my body still feels as if it was on fire like how I watched myself being burned alive in my dream. But it didn't feel like a dream it felt oh so real and that's what scares me the most.

"What happened?" Ronan comes near to me pure worry evident in his eyes but my shaken body can't understand anything as I scoot away from him.

"What is with all the ruckus I was getting my beauty sleep!" In comes a screaming and annoyed Vivian. Great just want I need was her here. My body went into overdrive as I started to hyperventilate and my eyes bulged out of my head as I remember the things she caused in my dream. She's a monster. A back stabbing bitch. She killed me and not only me but Ronan too! My mind wasn't in the right state of mind as I tried telling myself it was just a dream and that it wasn't real but my body thought otherwise as a noise I never thought I could make rumbled throughout my throat. A growl.

Vivian looked taken aback and confused but then started to play it off with a smirk. I want to wipe that smirk right off of her bitchy face. She then turns to Ronan a fake frown on her face as she tugs on his arm.

"Come on love she's perfectly okay and if she's not and ends up dying or sow thing we can just get a new slave now let's go back to bed and we can resume what we started" she reassures him with a smirk while pouting her lip in a pleading puppy dog way.

To say I was shocked was not even close to how I felt when Ronan hissed at her and gripped her wrist in bone breaking strength.

"Ronan baby what are you doing?" She sobs. Was it real or fake though? I continued to watch as she withered in his grip his eyes complete black from their original dark blue. Vivian reaches her face up to his ear whispering incoherent words that my human ears couldn't detect.

In an instant he let go of her but instead of him being calm and himself again his eyes were still complete darkness but now directed towards me. Vivian continues to mutter words under her breath that I have no idea of what the hell she's saying but by the looks of it it can't be good.

Suddenly Ronan's hands are on fire and I stumble as far back in the bed as I can until my back hits the head board. My eyes widen in fear and utter confusion. What the hell is going on?!

All of a sudden I can't move my body no matter how hard I try to wriggle my way through the invisible source it's no use. Ronan come dangerously close to me his hands emitting bright flames and his eye match the color of them but they look more foggy.

"He's under my trance" Vivian speaks up noticing my confusion.

"What do you mean?" I ask curiously but slightly in fear since I don't really know what this crazy bitch is capable of.

"He will do and say as I command him to" she stated matter of factly.

"Well that doesn't sound like a healthy relationship" I say out loud before I can stop myself. Her eyes glow in anger. Ah shit probably shouldn't of said that.

"Oh darling I'm only in this for the power" she smirks. She again starts muttering words under her breath and at this time the flames from Ronan's hands have disappeared. I sigh in relief but sigh to soon as his hands wrap around my neck. I claw at his hands trying to loosen them but I got nothing.

"R-onan" I stutter from my throat being squeezed in seeding pain as tears fill up my vision making it blurry.

"He can't hear you. In fact he's basically just watching from the inside as I make him slowly kill you" she laughs as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"W-hy" I choke. Why would she want to do this? What did I do? What did Ronan do?

"Because his ancestors of a prophecy ruined everything. My great great grandfather was in power at the time when my family were most superior vampires as we would have you filthy humans catered as we pleased. But then Charles my grandfathers first in command didn't believe in human slaves but in equality between our kinds. What a load of bullshit if you ask me. And it was only a matter of time before the prophecy was forsaken and along came Evangeline a pure pathetic human which whom Charles fell in love with and caused the peace between all kinds but my family we suffered the most. Poor Ronan doesn't even know it because after that night we changed our family name and hide in the shadows plotting our revenge" she tells me as I sit the astonished at this crazy bitch.

"Your fucking psycho. Are there such thing as a mentally unstable vamp bitch?" Oh my lord where is this confidence coming from I'm seriously gonna get myself killed but I only continue my sentence.

"You realize I could just tell everyone this right?" She only laughs at my remark. I can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"Oh naive petty human you won't tell anyone."

"And why wouldn't I?" I ask her bluntly.

"Because I have your family."

*

I couldn't help but to wonder was she telling the truth? All I know is I'm not taking any chances. I continue breathing in the enticing scent of the exotic garden. Lost in the aroma of the beauty the clearing of a throat comes from behind me. I quickly turn around and my heart stops at the sight of him and my throat dries in a feeling I couldn't quite grasp.

"Ronan" I silently breath out. He steadily walks forward closing the distance between us step by step. About two steps away from me I noticed his hands were behind his back my eyebrows lift in wonder. Step. Carefully his arms move to the front of him. Step. His hands lay out in front of me clasp softly together. By now he's only inches away from me his breath slightly fanning the skin of my cheek. His hands come up to my face and slowly open to reveal a small white bird.

"Piccolo uccello" he says while looking down at the bird and gently caressing it's wings with his thumb. His accent making his words roll perfectly off his tongue.

"What does that mean anyway?" I softly ask him while admiring the angelic creature in his palm. The corners of his lips tug in a faint smile as he continues looking at the bird and not answering my question.

"Is that what it means" I ask again while looking back down at the bird. He gradually nods his head in a yes. I delicately lift my fingers up to brush them against the birds feathery wings. I internally sigh at the softness of the feathers, "it's beautiful".

"La sua bellezza non si confronta con la vostra" he whispers while lifting his eyes from the bird to meet mine. His voice sending an alluring chill down my spine. His deep blue eyes boring into mine as if searching for my soul. It made me feel secure and safe, like we were the only people to exist and there were no vampires ruling the earth with humans as their slaves, it was just us.

"So you never told me why me out of all humans you bought as a slave?" I turn to him and ask him. He gives me a curious look and in starting to think that I should have just kept my mouth shut since we were having a peaceful time together.

"Sorry it's just that Bryce told me awhile back when you first bought me that you've never bought a slave before. Is that true?" I ask him once again. He turns to me his face bare and serious.

"Yes" he says in a monotone.

"Why?"

"Why what?" He questions me.

"Why did you buy me then?" I was utterly confused since the first day I was fold this and now that I know it's true it leaves me more curious to find out.

"I don't know. I can't describe it but all I know was that I had an overwhelming feeling towards you that I couldn't grasp and seeing all those other disgraceful vampires looking at you like a piece of meat boiled my blood and my instincts took over and I bought you. My slave-" just as I'm about to say something he cuts me off "but I don't consider you one."

In all honesty it made me smile a tad knowing I was more than just a mere human to him. But his barely noticeable smile turns into a sorrowful frown as his eyes dropped to the ground making my heart sink for some odd reason.

He tenderly grabs my hand weaving his fingers between mine while lightly caressing the skin on the back of my hand with his thumb. The sparks that erupt over my skin in the spots where his slightly meets mine makes my heart rise up in my chest in a feeling of comfort. But the emotionless face he's put on has me second guessing.

"I'm sorry Miabella" his voice sends chilling shivers throughout my body giving me tiny goosebumps. I look raise an eyebrow at him in confusion and as I'm about to ask him for what he cuts me off.

"I've never been in a situation like this. I should have never done that I step out of my obligations and duties. I should have controlled myself better. It won't happen again-" he pauses for a moment. What is he talking about? Then it hits me. Ohh that's what he meant, fuck um what do I say 'hey it's okay I kinda was okay with it for some odd reason and I don't know why I have these weird feelings towards you after your kind ruined my life but hey it was a great make out session. Haha no. But his words remind me of his confession to me after he gained back control of his body after Vivian had told me she had my family after he told me how sorry he was for almost hurting me after telling me that he feels things towards me that he probably shouldn't that he knows he shouldn't but he cuts off my train of thought as he continues to speak.

"-I'm arranged to be marriage in a couple weeks time to a women I've known all my life and yet I don't feel anything like I used to before-" he squeezes my hand tighter while lifting his other hand to push back a strand of my hair behind my ear. I look at him not knowing what to say.

"-Forse in un'altra vita le cose potrebbero essere differenti" he murmurs. He then releases his grip on my hand ready to walk away.

"Wait-"

He looks back at me with pleading eyes. Why do I feel the need to hold him in my arms and never let him go? Ever since he came into my life I've been second guessing myself on my view point of his kind. It's because of him that everything's changed. I couldn't find the words to finish my sentence because I didn't know what to say. I don't know why I feel oddly attracted to him and actually care somewhat about his well being even after everything I've been through, everything he's caused in my life since he bought me as a slave. Somehow words I thought I'd never say slip through my lips.

"-don't go."