I covered my mouth, too much in shock to scream.
He stepped away from the dark bedroom, and I recognize him as the grey-eyed guard from the market. He also is the one who handed me the gun. His facial features are wide, he has a black goatee, and black hair is combed back on his head. His hands are in leather gloves; the kind that Valentine wears.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I questioned him quickly, taking a step back. My heart began to thud in my chest.
“I’m just checking on Prince Charming, since he got hit pretty hard and all,” he took a step closer to me, and chuckled as I backed away, “I’m not going to lie, he has a nice taste in gloves,” he waved his hands to show them off, “a shame really we had to break him so hard, I always liked the kid. But you know how it is. Do as the King says, or get be-headed.”
“Why did you hurt him?” I asked quietly.
He smiled, and bent over to take the knife out of Alex’s back. He straightened, and put the blade to his mouth, licking it clean. I shivered, and he brought his gaze up to me, “That’s a simple answer Miss Heart. He left the Kingdom like he said he would, but then he came back. All is well now, because he has been punished. I assure you he won’t leave us again.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but he suddenly hissed, and raised his head to the ceiling. “Got to go, give the prince my best.”
He disappeared, and I instantly hurried to Alex. “Alex?” I shook him, “Alex!” I smacked his back, and his hands clenched.
He lifted his head up, “Where am I?” Blinking rapidly he sat up, “What happened?”
“I don’t know, but I think you need some medical help…you got stabbed in the back by one of the Kings guards. He said he was checking on Valenti--“
“—shit!” In a blink of an eye, he got up and ran into Valentines room. I got up, and quickly followed, stumbling in my boots.
As I walked in, I heard Alex sigh in relief. The lights are dimmed, and Valentine is rolled over on his side, facing away from us. He has no shirt on, and the gauze pads on his back seem to glow in the dark. Alex is standing in the middle of the room, with his hands on his hips. He turned around; put a finger to his mouth.
“Sir, are you awake?” Alex asked quietly. It barely registered to my ears it was so quiet.
I moved closer to the bed, my hands clasped together in front of me. My heartbeat slowly sped up, as I saw Valentines head move on the pillow. He gingerly rolled over onto his back, and hissed through his teeth in pain. “Yes. Let me talk to the human for a moment,” he bit out, “go wait outside.”
The Human?
"But--"
Valentine growled deeply, making me shiver.
Alex bowed his head quickly, “Yes your Highness, as you wish.” He nodded his head to me his lips tight, and left the room.
As soon as Alex left, I felt a chill inch up my spine. I lifted my head, to see Valentine completely sitting up, and staring at me. I locked gazes with him, sly smile spread across his damaged face. At least his smile is the same.
“Walk to me Cassie,” he demanded.
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“Closer,” he said alluringly, anticipation in his eyes.
I gulped, and continued trying to resist his gaze. But he is refusing to look away from me. He is the palest he has ever been, and his facial features are standing out way too much. I can see the hollowness of his eye sockets, and the definition of his jaw. His eyelids are still swollen and purple, and his nose still looks broken. His muscles on his arms and legs are thinner, and the bandages on his chest look bloody. The hair on his head is still reaching his chin, and slightly curly. I tried not to stare, but he now seems too distracted by my fuzzy boots to care.
"Closer," he repeated, leaning on his elbows on the bed.
“What the fuck are those?” he asked slowly, motioning to my fuzzy boots. His voice sounds raspier than usual.
I kicked my heel out, and nervously laughed, “Um, t-t-they aren’t mine. I got them from—“ I couldn’t finish, because I noticed his hungry gaze on my neck.
“Keep talking,” he whispered, and slowly stood up. Even though he is weak, and smaller than usual is, he still is taller than me. “You look scared,” he stated, taking a step closer. He wobbled a little, and clutched his leg. I instinctively grabbed his arms to keep him upright.
“Don’t touch me!” He huffed, and moved my hands from his arms, “I’m fine.” He took a step back, and fell onto the bed, putting his hands over his face. Valentine crawled down the bed, and lifted his legs up slowly, wincing.
My heart dropped, “You look…you look—“
“Sick?” he interrupted, taking his hands off of his face.
“Weak, you need to eat,” I finished, regretting saying it as soon as I saw his face.
“Weak?” He sat up, abruptly, “did you just say weak?”
“I—“
He put his hand up, and smiled, “No, no, no hold it, you just called me weak, in my house, where every fucking person here can hear us?” He retorted, clenching his jaw.
“I didn’t mean—“
“—Alex!” He suddenly screamed, making me jump.
The door burst open and Alex ran in, looking frantically back and forth in the room, “What is it sir?” he questioned quickly.
Valentine turned to me, his face serious, “Get me three blood slaves, immediately. Make two of them brunette and curly haired. Preferable slaves with golden eyes and a bit chubby. Also get my usual choice. I find myself extremely in need of energy. Inform them they might die, because I am so weak, and I might not be able to control myself,” he said darkly, raising an eyebrow to me at the end.
I got from that look: baby-if-I-was-drinking-from-you-death-would-come-very-quickly-and-not-to-me. Let's just say his face is a lot easier to read when he looks like a freaking skeleton.
Alex put a finger to his Bluetooth in his ear, and walked out the door. “Yes your Highness, as you wish. They will be here soon.”
I somehow don’t like the idea that he asked for slaves similar to my looks. Except for the chubby part, I will deny that to no end. Wait, he’s going to just drain them?I don't want to freaking see that! I tried to walk towards the door, and I felt a pull to the bed. My feet won't move from their position. My heart started to thud louder in my chest. Valentine up from the ground, his long hair in his sapphire eyes; the only feature on his face that is the same.
“That's a good girl, stay. Don’t you want to watch? Who knows, you might even beg me to bite you afterwards,” he said throatily. There was a knock on the door, making him sit up slwoly, and turn his head to the door.
“Come in.”
A girl with long curly brown hair, and brown eyes walked in. She smiled, and twirled her tan dress a little, looking at him from under her lashes. Oh Jesus, get me the hell out of—
He snapped his fingers, and she crawled on the bed to him. I blinked, realizing what was going to happen. Valentine smiled to himself, and then quickly struck into her neck. I covered my mouth, in shock. She let out a shriek, and slowly lay onto her back on the bed. The muscles in his neck convulsed, as he hungrily fed. I stood still, not being able to move. She grabbed onto his neck, and he roughly put her hands to her sides.
After what seemed like hours, he lifted his head up. Blood dripped down his face, onto her tan dress.
"Leave."
The girl in the tan dress got up slowly, and wobbled out of the room. Valentine pushed his hair back with on hand. And sat back on the bed, he slowly turned his head to me. I wiggled in his gaze, trying to move from my spot once again. “What’s wrong baby can’t move?” he said with a snicker, “Next!”
Another girl came in, moving her hips dramatically as she walked. She has black hair, and green eyes. I swallowed a dry lump in my mouth, and as she turned to me, “Well look at this! It’s fugly Natalie!” She sneered, crawling on the bed to Valentine, “You want to have some fun? Is she boring you?” She said playfully to him.
She played with his hair, but he kept his heated gaze on me, as if to see my reaction. “Of course she is,” he said with a chuckle, “don’t we always have fun?”
I shut my eyes, to have them forcefully pried open by an invisible hand. She yelped, and laughed as he bit into her neck. She straddled him, and he grabbed the back of her legs. A sudden pressure started behind my eyes, and I tried to look away. She moaned loudly, as he continued drinking from her neck. Right when I felt a tear go down my face, he looked up from her neck, and then winked at me.
He did this on purpose. He brought Victoria here on purpose.I felt my hands clench at my sides, and anger built up from my feet. I resisted his pull with all of my might, and huffed out a breath. He frowned at me, and stared at me with a watch full gaze, probably realizing what I was doing. I burst free from some sort of wall, and took a step away from the bed.
I should have left this place as soon as I knew you were finally gone. I sent to him, finally realizing he listens to all of my thoughts. I gave him the bird, and he instantly growled, and let go of Victoria’s neck. She whined in protest.
He retracted his fangs, and threw Victoria to the side. You forget little one, I know your every move, and I know where you sleep.
I hurried out of the room, pushed past Alex, and ran down the hallway at full speed. I passed familiar candles on the wall, and paintings. Finally I turned down the guest room hallway, and burst out crying. I stopped at the staircase, and stared down them, at the front door. If I wanted to I could leave, I can do it right now. I frustratedly wiped at my eyes.
You know what, no.
I'm not going anywhere, not before I break him, starting with his precious little heart.
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Wahhh that was so short. Wahhhhh that was so--
Shut up!! I upload like a freaking Cheetah Ninja.
:)