Chapter 10 TEN
Silas would force me to use my ability to kill his enemies, to burn his them until they were no longer creatures of darkness.
Did the King know about this, did he agree that his son could use a sunlight witch, use me?
Perhaps he did, after all, these creatures did not care for the lives of mortal witches, nor did they have to explain their actions to one.
I was nothing but a slave, I didn’t matter.
Silas has taken everything from me, he has ensured that I have nowhere to run, no one to turn to. I was all alone.
Lost and afraid.
I wanted to protest, to say something, tell him that I wouldn’t do it, tell him that I wouldn’t kill for him.
I wanted to tell him that I’d never help him.
But I don’t, I keep my mouth shut like a good slave.
I hold back my curses, I hold back the urge to kill them all, now is not the time to fight, not yet.
I take a step back as a figure emerged from the crowd, though I could not move far a Silas still held my wrist tightly in his grasp, ensuring that I would stay by his side.
The figure stepped into the light, allowing me to get a closer look at him as he approached, his hand hovering over his sheathed weapon. A long sword.
He had eyes the darkest shade of maroon that I have ever seen, his short, wavy hair a beautiful blonde; perfectly neat and clean.
He towered over me as he stepped towards the prince, standing at about five-foot-nine.
“Ah. Ezio Caprotti. What a pleasure it is to see you.” Silas smiled warmly, something I hadn't seen before, not from a vampire.
Ezio smiled back, his shoulder bones visible through his white buttoned shirt, his black trousers clinging to him like a second skin.
He had a very rough demeanour about him, from his sharp nose to the stubble on his chin, everything about him was intimidating .
Or maybe it was simply the fact that he would be able to kill me with a single wave of his hand. Either way, I already hated the creature, not trusting him.
Not that I could trust any vampire, that would be a grave mistake.
“My Prince, do you think that claiming a sunlight witch is wise?” He asked, his smile no longer present, he needed to know what his ruler was planning; just as much as I did. “What if she turns on us?”
Turn on them? Is that what they were all thinking, that I would rebel and try to kill them all?
I wish I could.
They clearly didn’t know how strenuous using an ability was, or how much you wanted to sleep after doing anything magical.
It was for me anyway, it was so tiring, so hard to master.
Besides, even if I had wanted to betray the prince, where would I begin? And how would I get out of the underground city alive?
I scoff at the thought, I wouldn’t be able to kill them all, it was impossible at my age, it was only when you either reach the age of immortality or practice that I would be able to do such a thing; and even then, there would be no guarantee that I would survive using that much magic.
Silas turned to look down at me, his smile holding as he shoved me towards the Caprotti vampire, his words terrifying me. “If you think she will disobey me, then kill her.”
He couldn’t be serious.
Ezio ripped his weapon from its sheath as I dropped to my knees, bowing my head as low as I could get it without touching the stone floor; my heart racing against the inside of my chest, I swear I won’t have a heart left with how hard it’s beating.
All I could think was, don’t kill me.
How pathetic was that?
I didn’t know what I could do, what I could say to save myself.
I wouldn’t disobey, I knew what happened to those who did, I had seen it first-hand. I knew that there was no mercy should you attack your master.
But Is this the life that I want for myself? Perhaps not, though that didn’t mean that I wanted to die, it only meant that I wish for something better, something worth waking up for.
Maybe one day, I would get my wish for a better life, but for now; I was a slave. That was my life, and I couldn’t change it, all I could do was make the most of what I had and be grateful that I was still breathing when so many others weren’t.
“I don’t think she will disobey; I think she will turn on us should a rival clan ask her to, and that, majesty is more dangerous.” Ezio snarled down at me, using the sword to lift my chin, the blade cutting into my neck. “She is too young to wield such power.”
I try my best not to flinch, one wrong move and I’m dead.
Prince Bancroft laughed deeply, taking a step towards the Caprotti as he spoke; his tone littered with something I had never heard in a voice, pride. “Would you like a demonstration? I assure you; she can handle this power; I have seen it.” He pauses, watching me for several seconds. “Yes, she needs to train to enhance it and make it stronger, but that is why I have Berus and his apprentice Blanche.”
I listened to them talking as I cowered on the floor, my heart racing as I remained as still as I possibly could, the sword still pressed against my throat.
They were talking about me as like I wasn’t even sat here, on the cold stone, it was dehumanising.
It was also pissing me off.
Would it be better to die rather than be used as a weapon? Maybe.
I couldn't decide where I stood in this.
Ezio Caprotti turns to stare down at me, his eyes sharp and terrifying as he spoke; “Girl, who are you loyal to?”
“I am loyal to Prince Silas Bancroft.” I whisper, flinching when he pressed the sword further into my throat, blood trickling from a small wound.
Fuck him, fuck them all.