Chapter 24 TWENTY FOUR
I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, placing my head into my hands as I thought; If he hadn't meant to kill my mother, could I trust him?
Could I be the perfect familiar he wanted me to be?
It would take time to learn how to hold another form for as long as he wished me to, but I would try; I would do all that I could to make sure I was ready within the month.
i let out a small sigh, it wasn’t going to be easy but I was willing to give it a shot. I was willing to do everything I possibly could to enhance my power, though I wasn’t quite sure where to begin.
“I am pleased we have come to some sort of arrangement, in truth; I didn’t believe that we would.” He said, pausing for a moment as he attempted to pry my thoughts from his own; my feeling seeming to overwhelm him. “It's strange, I know the feelings that are surging through you, yet I don’t believe I have ever felt quite like this.”
I retracted my mind, though only slightly so that my emotions would not overwhelm the prince any further; confusion littering his features.
He didn’t quite understand why I had done it, and yet; I knew it was for the best, I needed to learn how to control my emotions so that they did not come across so strong. I turned to look back at prince Bancroft, unsure what he was thinking as he closed off fully from my mind, ensuring that I wouldn’t know what he was about to say next. I became increasingly anxious as I waited for him to speak, the silence between us only growing.
He moved to sit beside me on the edge of the bed, “I know that you said you will try and hold another form. But I need you to do more than that, I need you to transform into a bat so I can keep you close, the form is small enough that you should be able to manage it.”
“A bat?” I asked, confused as the why he chose such a form.
“They are a vampire’s familiar; we have a connection with bats, much like I have one with you. No one would suspect anything; they would accept that I have a bat close to me in a meeting such as the one we will attend and that is what we need. We need them to believe that you are my familiar.” he explained, his voice stern and yet; it wasn’t a command, it was more of a request. “Besides, it is part of my families crest.”
I frowned, my mind filling with questions. “Alright, I think I can do that. But if every vampire has a familiar... How come you don’t?”
“Not all Vampires do, only the high-class families. But I have never taken to a creature before, and they have not taken to me; not until you came along. In a sense, you are my familiar.” he smiled slightly, staring down at me in a strange way; his eyes softer than before.
I smiled back at him, trying my best not to grimace. “I guess so, but how does that work? I thought familiars could only be animals?”
Silas' mood swings are going to make me sick.
“You are not quite a familiar, not yet anyway.” He chuckled mockingly, rising back to his feet as he continued; “I will escort you back to your chamber, where a healer will come to make sure your aura has rebuilt enough for you to begin your training.”
I nodded, following him towards the door as I spoke; “Who will train me now that Blanche and Berus are under constant watch?”
Silas stopped without warning, causing me to bump into his back; his eyes slightly wide, as though he had thought of something that shocked him. But without access to his mind, I didn’t know what. “I hadn’t thought about that, strange normally I ensure a plan for all scenarios that could happen.”
“I need to speak with madame red.” He murmured, pointing towards the bed as he opened the door. “You wait here, I will send up a healer.”
“Yes sir.” I replied softly, turning back towards the bed.
“Better, but I do prefer master.” Silas uttered as he stepped into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
I sighed in relief, climbing onto the bed as I yawned; it had been a long week and I needed some rest before the training began.
I crawled under the covers, flinging the torn dress to one side, hopefully the healer would bring me something to wear so that I wasn’t walking around in my underwear.
I was pleased to be making progress with the prince, I didn’t want to be on edge constantly, I didn’t want him to hate me as he did other witches; I wanted to be different.
But I didn't quite know why.
i yawn again, hoping that tomorrow would be better, and that I would be able to transform into the bat first try; though that was rather foolish of me.
It would take more than one attempt to transform into something I had never strived for, maybe it would take eight or nine ventures before I succeeded. Before I could hold the form for more than a few seconds.
whatever tomorrow brings, I hope it will be better than today. Today can fuck off.