Inject Me Sweetly / Dusk Until Dawn

:Inject Me Sweetly: Thirteen

"That's because you haven't had anyone to tell," Vincent interjected flatly. 

I glared at him. "No one asked you, asshole!" 

"Emily," the King said, frowning at me. 

I turned back to him, doing my best to keep my emotions under control. Luckily for me, they were manageable. For once I was able to refrain my eyes from tearing up. "Sorry, I-" 

"Don't apologize, I understand," he cut me off, smiling gently. "Sorry to scare you. Since it is technically illegal to kill a human, I highly doubt they'll come to that conclusion." 

His words did little to relieve me. My heartbeat increased at the thought that there was a slight chance I actually could die. I was too young to die. What would my parents do? What would they be told? What... 

"Wait a second," I started, staring at the King. "If I die-" 

"You won't die," Vincent snorted, rolling his eyes. "Stop being so overdramatic." 

After shooting him a harsh look, I returned my attention to the king. "What about my parents? Would they be told I'd been kidnapped in California or something? There are no records for my flight so no one would know anything. Wouldn't that give you guys away?" 

"I won't let any harm come to you, Emily," Solomon told me, placing a hand lightly on my shoulder. "Everything will be fine. If... Well let's not even say if. Don't worry about it." 

I stared at him warily. How could I forget about it? It was my life we were talking about. "Okay." 

"Now Vivi-" 

"Don't-" 

"You're to accompany me tomorrow," Solomon continued, ignoring Vincent's death glare. "You'll have to tell the court what happened. Joel's coming along as well. Claire will be there too because she's the instigator in all this." 

Vincent crossed his arms. "I knew it was her. How could she have found out Emily was staying with us though?" 

"Phillip let it slip," Solomon responded solemnly. "He didn't think Claire would run off and tell everyone though." 

"She's a bitch." 

"Vivi." 

"It's true," he snapped. "I hate her. Ever since she dated Ashton she's been such a-" 

"Ashton?" I butted in. "The person in line to become King if Sebastian somehow isn't able to?" 

Both men's gazes shot to me. The King spoke first. "How do you know about that?" 

My face warmed and I smiled sheepishly. "Ah, Fiona was talking about him earlier..." 

"She knows Sebastian killed Fiona." 

"Vincent!" 

A look of shock passed Solomon's face. "Is this true, Emily?" 

I adverted my gaze shamefully. "That's all I know, I swear. Fiona gave the game away, but we didn't talk about it anymore." Or more like Joel wouldn't let us... 

"Emily," he breathed, running a hand down his face. "You're one troublesome human... I'm frightened to see what other surprises you have in store for us." 

"I don't have any more, I promise," I responded, laughing nervously. At least I hoped I didn't. 

"Back to the main topic," Vincent interposed, looking bored. "I'm busy tomorrow, so have Sebastian go." 

The King shook his head. "Sebastian is staying with Emily tomorrow." 

"He is?" I said, a feeling of excitement washing through me. "Doesn't he have his princely duties?"