Children of Van Helsing

Chapter Eleven - A Night of Hurt and Saviour

Regina

As soon as my sister and Ian left, two of the servants who were also in the room walked up to me and forced me to walk to another door – but I couldn’t take my eyes of the girl named Sacha. I wanted to save her. Yes, it was probably useless, as Mickael could pick another girl off the streets of London any time he wanted, but still…

We walked through a few hallways and my heart was beating faster and faster. The two girls stopped at a door with a black, Greek letter on it and opened it. One looked at me with compassion and then they shoved me in, closing the door behind me. I tried my best not to cry.

The room was darkened – the black curtains were closed and there were no lamps. The only light came from a few candles on small tables spread all over the room. In the middle, there was a large, double bed, with red blankets and black pillows. On the nightstand stood a silver cup, beautifully engraved with flowers and curls – but I couldn’t enjoy it, because there was a large silver stiletto next to it. It looked incredibly sharp. I wanted to hide it, but something told me it was smarter not to touch anything. I was beginning to regret my decision a lot. But if I didn’t do this, that… Thing wouldn’t help us and we needed help.

I walked up to the window and pulled one curtain away a bit. It was dark outside. Of course it was dark outside – the dimmed street lanterns were the only things lighting the cave under London where the vampires lived. The small lights were scattered all over the village, like stars in a cloudy night.

“Enjoying the view?”

I nearly screamed, let the curtain go and quickly turned around. Mickael was standing there, leaning against the wall casually. I hadn’t heard him come in. Instead of answering I just kept my back against the wall next to the window and watched him. He raised one eyebrow and slowly began walking closer. I felt as if my heart was about to pound of my chest. He kept eye contact and I couldn’t look away.

He was right in front of me. My chest almost touched his. His incredibly bright green eyes pierced mine and I felt a cold hand on my waist – I couldn’t help but flinch. He noticed.

“We can make this a night we are both going to enjoy.” He said calmly. “You gave me your promise and I don’t want to hurt you – why don’t you relax?”

I didn’t answer again and bit my lip, trying not to moan out of fear or scream when he leaned closer and began kissing me in the neck. His teeth were so close to my veins… He could bite me if he wished to. I gasped for breath and automatically tensed my muscles out of defence when his hands ran down my waist to my hips and began unbuttoning my jeans. He noticed again and stopped kissing my neck to look me straight in the eye, his face millimetres away from mine. I couldn’t breath.

“This will hurt less if you relax.” He said, but he sounded annoyed this time. “And it will be more fun for me if I don’t have to hold your wrists or hit you the whole time.”

He meant it. He would force me – he would rape me if I didn’t cooperate. Then I realised what was bothering me so much, and I didn’t know where the bravery came from since my heart was racing like crazy, but I decided to try and make a deal.

“I will, if you let that girl go. Sacha.” I said. I tried to sound strong and stubborn, but my voice was shaky and I was panting.

He raised one eyebrow and suddenly his hand was around my throat. He wasn’t strangling me and I could just breath normally, but he could if he wanted to and I couldn’t help but wail softly.

“I am already helping you.” He whispered in a soft, dangerous tone. “Why on earth would I do that?”

Shit, shit, shit.