A Devils Number

Chapter 12 •Six•

When we were standing at Silas's office door, I felt like I was going to be sick again. For some reason I wanted to run all the way back to that room and hide under the covers of the bed. But I really couldn't now because Nicholas had already knocked on the door. I could here Silas walking towards the door with heavy footsteps.

"He's going to be mad at us," I stated, glancing over at Nicholas.

"It's fine I'll take the blame." Since when did Nicholas start liking me?

The door opened swiftly and I slowly looked over at Silas. His eyes immediately went from Nicholas to me and within a split second, I was pulled into the room. My shoulders winced as the door slammed shut and I ducked my head, crossing my arms over my head, prepared for him to hit me. I held my breath and stared down at the floor before slowly lowering my arms as Silas walked over to me. He stared at me with a blank look.

"...." I didn't know what to do. "You locked Nicholas out...why?" I asked. "I think he wanted to ask you something."

"He can ask me later." Silas walked over to his desk and I slowly looked around the neat and polished room. The last time I was in here, I attacked him. Now I'm here as a prisoner or...I don't know any more actually. But his desk was in the middle of the room and behind him was a large bookshelf filled with books, papers, and antiques. Then a lot of the room had file cabinets but they weren't messy, just organized and clean. I looked back over at Silas who was already sat down in his chair. I frowned and walked over to his desk, looking at the seat that was in front of it. I sat down and stayed still, watching his face closely to see if I could tell what he was thinking.

"That woman, is she awake?"

"Her name is Greta." He stared me down with an almost dark look in his eyes. "What the fuck happened?"

I stared into his eyes before slowly looking away and lifting my hand to chew on the skin. The tips of my fingers felt raw after I pulled them away from my teeth. "I was showering. I woke up from a dream and I couldn't go back to sleep so I showered to get ready for today. When I opened the door, I was walking out and she attacked me," I explained quietly, looking over at him once again. "She seemed really mad at me but I've never seen her before. I don't know why she's mad at me. Do you think she's mad because I killed that man?" I brought my fingers up to my mouth again. Silas sighed and rubbed one of his temples before leaning forward.

"She attacked you?" I nodded. "Okay. Did you have to try and kill her?"

"She tried to kill me first." I tilted my head while my lips pulled into a smile. "Did you want her to kill me?" My knees tucked into my chest while I hugged them. Silas growled almost and he stood up quickly and powerfully.

"What the fuck are you saying? That I sent her in?"

"I don't know...I just was wondering I guess," I mumbled before looking at my hands. "You're really confusing to me. If it was the other way around, I probably would've killed you," I said quietly. "I just wanna know how much different it would feel if you found out she succeeded." Silas was silent for a minute before he walked around his desk, leaning against the front. I looked over at his polished dress shoes and then down at mine. They were kind of like slippers but more shoe like I guess. I was about to look at Silas as the silence seemed to go on forever, but his hand appeared under my vision. I watched it grow closer until my chin was lifted a bit roughly and I was staring into swirls of glowing red eyes.

"I guarantee you that if the roles were reversed, you wouldn't kill me." Bullshit. "I would be pissed off if Greta murderer you and that woman isn't a lover of mine. She doesn't even live here, she comes and goes as she pleases and thinks I owe her something."

"...what's that something?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing important." Silas grumbled under his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose with irritation. He was annoyed with me, wasn't he?

"I don't want her near me," I said. "I felt nauseous when she touched me, so I don't really want her near me. If you're going to make me apologize to her, I don't want to do it in person." Silas glared at me and he looked like he was thinking very hard.

"What do you mean she touched you?"

When he asked me that, my heart began to race for no reason. I placed a hand over it and frowned, thinking about the way she place her hands on me when I was pinned. I was starting to fell nauseous again. "Well she attacked me so..." I don't want to tell him what happened because he'll probably get mad at me for allowing it. I'm sure if she's not his lover, they've at least fucked. Silas slowly stopped his harsh stare from piercing me any longer and instead walked over to me.

"I'll have to talk with her. She wasn't allowed into your room anyways," He mumbled and reached forward, his palm hovering over my left cheek. I stayed still for a moment, confused, before watching his hand slowly drop to his side. "Tell me something, Six..." He slowly crouched down, both hands placing themselves on my knees. "If you could do anything you wanted, what would you do?" I didn't understand what he was asking at first.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm asking if you could do anything at all, anything, like run around freely with no one to hold you back. No one to chase after you, what would you do?" I swallowed dryly and thought for a moment. What would I do? My eyebrows furrowed in thought and my hand slowly came up to my mouth to chew on my fingers. Silas grasped it before I could and held both my hands in his. I looked down at them before looking at Silas once again.

"I don't know...I've never thought about that..." I whispered. "I don't think I would do anything..."

Silas sighed out quietly and shook his head. "Then come to me later with an answer or I'll come to you...," he whispered back. "Think on it." He stood up and held out his hand for me to take. I stared at his palm and stood up on my own, walking immediately towards the door. I waited for him as he just followed me and I watched him leave the room first. He walked me back to my room carefully, not even bothering to try and get me to go through the underground hallways he had mentioned before. I wonder if thats where that jail cell was.

"Really, I do want you to think about it." Silas stared at me as we stood in front of my room. I looked up at him with a strange feeling in my gut.

"Are you not mad at me anymore?" I blurted out. Silas looked a bit surprised that I changed the subject so suddenly. I didn't mean to say it, the words just came out like vomit. He opened his mouth to answer me but before he could, I quickly shoved past him, entering my room. Then I closed the door in his face. I leaned against the door for a moment and covered my burning face with my shaking hands. My body felt really warm and most of the feeling was around my neck and ears. I didn't bother to try and see if Silas had left. I rushed to the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face was really flushed which made me a bit weary.

"Am....am I sick?" I asked out loud. Maybe I'm coming down with some sort of fever. I turned the cold water on in the faucet and dabbed my face with the water. I grabbed a rag, wet it, and squeezed it until is was damp. My hands paused this action while I slowly looked up into the mirror.

"If you could do anything you wanted, what would you do?"

"...what would I do?" I asked in a hushed tone. I rested the rag on the back of my neck and walked over to the bed, sitting down. If Damon or Sebastian had let me go outside...I would've probably run around a lot. At least, that's what I've always thought when I was inside that place. But now that I'm actually out, I haven't even done that. But that's because now I'm trapped here. Right?

Right?