Captured To Become A Vampire Prince's Bride {Book 2}

Captured To Become A Vampire Prince's Bride {Book 2}: Chapter 3

"Stop screaming, it's OK! It's OK! I'm here for you, Alex! Please!" I begged and begged but he carried on. It got louder and louder until I eventually thought my head was going to explode, my chest felt constricted and I couldn't even feel my own heartbeat because of the vibrations of the scream.

This was a nightmare. It had to be. There was no way it was real... but it felt too real. I could feel it physically.

"Please, please, please..." I collapsed to the floor. Weak. I just wanted it to end. Whatever "it" was felt like torture.

My eyes opened and darted around the room as they filled with light. I sat up and threw the covers off of me, taking in deep breaths and familiarising myself with my environment, which was a lot hotter than I remembered it being. Something rolled down my cheek: sweat, tears maybe? I didn't know.

That nightmare felt way too real.

April and Kyra were on the edge of my bed beside me, just watching me with concerned expressions on their faces.

"A-are you OK? You were having a really bad nightmare there." Inquired April, the first of the two to actually say something.

Slowly, I nodded my head. I was still in shock, I was scared... distraught. What kind of nightmare was that? I had never had one so vivid in my life! Maybe I shouldn't have found out what happened to Alexander, so I wouldn't get nightmares.

Kyra hopped off my bed and started to head for the bathroom, "I'll get you a cold towel. You're really sweating."

I focused on slowing down my breathing and reassuring myself that it was just a dream. Maybe Austin wouldn't hurt Alexander the way I saw in my dream, but if he wanted to he could, there was nothing or no one to stop him.

Even after I calmed down, and Kyra had given me a cold towel to put on my forehead, I could still hear the screams from Alex: they sounded too real for a dream, but its setting didn't seem real at all.

Glancing over to my side, where my clock on my bedside table was, I saw that it was 5:30 am. I'd have to get up in a couple of hours for my lessons.

"You two can go back to sleep, I'll be fine. Thank you." I suggested. They looked as bad as I probably did, after probably been shocked out of sleep too, but because of my screaming.

They did as I suggested, although quite hesitantly. I didn't go back to sleep though, every time I closed my eyes the image of the bloodied and beaten Alexander seemed like it was etched into the back of my eyelids. As the room fell silent and I drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness, the awful screams from Alexander filled my ears. The thought of it made me physically sick. It seemed to be it was noticeable because, by the end of the day, all of my teachers had told me I looked ill, or tired or something along those lines. Both of which, were true. In class, even when I felt like I could finally sleep, the longer my eyes remained closed, the more of the Alexander in my dream I saw.

What was I supposed to do? Tell Charlotte and Leandra I knew what had happened back in Nox Atterima? No, they'd ask how I knew, then I'd be in a precarious situation, they'd know someone had told me, and then what? I couldn't admit that Lucas told me, however, I also couldn't blame someone else and get them in serious trouble.

Every night was the same for the whole week. On the third day, after having the same nightmare and screaming myself awake, I made Kyra and April promise not to tell Leandra, Charlotte or even the school nurse. I didn't want to have to explain my nightmares. I didn't want to have to forcefully remind myself of the images I'd see every night. It was bad enough I could see it constantly when I slept.

On the seventh day, Charlotte finally cornered me after an evening at a campfire while we were heading back to our dorms.

"You're sleep deprived," she stated blatantly. "You wanna know how I know?"

I shook my head. "No, not really. Kinda just wanna go back to my dorm. It's late."

"You've kind of been avoiding me, I've noticed. You're not usually like this. In class, my coffee doesn't keep you awake anymore. I've seen you jolt awake every time you do drift off in lessons. So what's going on?"

I looked past Charlotte and at the people going back to their dorms, wishing I was one of them. They'd probably sleep soundly tonight and wake up somewhat refreshed in the morning.

"Hey." A blurry hand appeared in front of my vision. "Alex told us to keep you safe while you're here. That means to protect you, and keep you healthy. Whatever is wrong with you now, is not normal. So I want you to tell me what's going on."

I folded my arms and finally focused my eyes on Charlotte, who did look concerned, considering her extremely firm tone.

"OK. Why don't we start with you telling me what's really happening with Alexander, since we're opening up," I suggested, with a light, sarcastic tone.

Charlotte's eyebrows raised, her eyes widened and her mouth fell into an 'O' shape. I kept my flat expression, but on this inside, I was dying. I didn't want to say that at all! I didn't want her to know I knew. I would've run if I hadn't frozen up, waiting for a response.