I make up my bed and put my notes into my bag, getting ready for morning class. I try not to think about what happened in the limousine and how cold his skin felt underneath my warm touch. There's this weird attraction between the two of us, like he's pulling me towards him like a magnet. I get this ache in my heart when I think about that for him, it's only physical. He doesn't feel anything towards me and only talks to me because of the deal. My doorknob turns behind me and the door open with Kate barging in and closing the door.

"I've told mother about our plan." she speaks, looking more stressed than I am about this entire situation. It's not exactly our plan. I never agreed to it, she decided it herself. I take a deep breath looking her in the eyes.

"I don't want to go back to the estate. I've made two friends and I'm fin--"

"What?" she gasps, holding up her hands. "You can't be serious!" she yells in disbelief. "This is not about what you want. This is mother's life you're putting at risk. It's my life and my future that will get ruined if they find out about you."

"I'm being careful." I try to resonate with her.

Her eyes move behind me down to my desk and then she pushes past me, picking up my sketchbook. My breath hitches. I completely forgot to put it away, it's still open on last night's sketch. The sketch of me and the prince, laying in the limousine. I had to draw it. I couldn't get it out of my head last night. I try to snatch it away from her put she moves it out of my reach as she stares at it with wide eyes.

"You're...fantasizing about the royal prince?" she asks in utterly shock. I feel heat rush to my cheeks, feeling embarrassed.

"This is why you don't want to leave. Because you have a silly crush on him." she chuckles darkly, shaking her head before her face turns serious. She lifts her hand and slaps me across the face just like mother use to. My cheeks sting for a few seconds and I'm relieved that she didn't use the same amount of force as mother always do. She steps away tearing the sketch out of my sketchbook and tore it into pieces.

"You will fail the test tomorrow and you will go back to the estate. Trust me I'll make sure of it." she hisses, walks out and slams the door shut. I rub my cheek, bend down and pick up the pieces of the sketch. This was one of the sketches that took me the longest. A memory I've drawn out of my head and onto paper. Now it's gone and all the time I spent on it wasted. I shouldn't have colored his hair red. She wouldn't have known it was him. I throw it in the trash, swallow a pill and walk to morning class like nothing happened.

"There you are." a voice says and I feel an arm wrapping over my shoulder. I freeze, coming face to face with the boy from the other day. I look around, looking if someone can see us but there was no one close enough and the space outside was empty and it was just me and him.

"You'll be coming with me." he whispers dangerously and starts dragging me away from the academy building, covering my mouth with his hand so that I wouldn't scream.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" I protest, starting to panic as I struggle against him. Where is he taking me?

"If you don't want to get hurt Thornhale shut the hell up." He hisses into my ear and pushes me against the stone wall with force.

I groan from the impact. "Why are you doing this?" I breathe out, trembling as fear overtake my senses.

"Because it's not fair." He groans, punching the wall next to me. "You have no idea how lucky you are and it pisses me off that you're taking it for granted. Commoners works so hard to get noticed by the academy, we had to make sacrifices so that they could accept us. Whereas vampires like you get everything handed to you on a server plate. For us it's an honor to be here and you had the audacity to want to refuse to study here. I wish we could've swapped lives. You don't deserve all of this privilege."

"I never said I didn't want to be here." I try to say calmly, hoping he will let me go.

"You didn't have to. Actions speaks louder than words you know. No one waits 2 weeks to enroll in the academy. If you wanted to be here, you would've been here from the first day."

"I had a reason." I whisper.

He runs his tongue over his fang as his anger reaches a boiling point. "I've heard enough. Someone might come looking for us soon." He smirks, pulling out a knife from his jacket. "Don't worry it's not going to hurt too much. Just stay still."

I gasp, moving against the wall away from him when he approaches me. He launches forward lifting the knife to cut me, I protect myself, blocking my body with my arms and feel the sharpness of the blade cutting through my uniform. Hissing, I look up seeing the boy staring at the knife in shock and confusion. His nostrils flares and he glance between my arm and the knife in his hand.

"What the hell are you?" he demands loudly and then start backing away. I look down at my arm and immediately see that I'm bleeding, he managed to cut through. Shit he knows, now he's going to tell someone. I have to do something.

He looks away and towards the academy building, glancing at the knife that has my red blood on it. He turns around, sprinting. I panic looking for a way to stop him when I spot a stone nearby. All I can think about is stopping him and if I can't its over for me. I pick it up, running after him and aiming for his head, throwing it with full force. The stone hits the back of his head and he stops, falling forward onto the ground. I gasp putting my hand on my mouth. I actually hit him. There's a sound above me and look up. A bat with red eyes is sitting on the roof staring at the scene.

"I didn't want to hurt him. I had no choice." I whisper looking at the bat. I feel my arm bleeding through the school uniform and lift up my sleeve. Someone is going to smell me. I have to find a way to hide the scent. I grab a handful of mud rubbing it over the open wound, wincing at the pain.

I go back to the dormitory and walk towards my room, knowing everyone is in class and won't see me. I open my door, my hands trembling as I leave some blood on the doorknob and quickly wipe it off with my sleeve, locking myself inside the room. I strip out of my clothes and try to clean the wound by wiping off the blood. Sitting on the edge of the bed with my face in my palms I close my eyes and try to do a healing spell on myself. After many tries I manage to heal some of the wound and lay down feeling exhausted. The spell wasn't a solution I still need to figure something out. I can't stay in my room; I have classes to attend to. They'll be able to smell my blood since it's not fully healed.

I could use more mud?

I open my door and peek down the hall, listening for any movement inside the dormitory. When it sounds safe I sprint to the bathroom in a gown carrying my school uniform in my hands. I throw my school uniform into the sink, scrubbing it with soap and leaving it to soak as I hop into the shower, quickly washing off the filth and blood as the scene replays in my head like a movie. I wasn't thinking I just did what I thought I had to. What if he doesn't wake up? No, what if he does wake up and I'm still here and he runs to go tell everyone?

Drying myself with a towel I wrap my wound with multiple layers of material and pick up my uniform, removing all the water. Running back to my room I hang the uniform at the window and run outside. I pick up a handful of mud, rubbing it onto my wound then cover it again with multiple layers. Hopefully I don't get an infection from this.

Less than an hour later I put on my school uniform that I dried with a blow dryer and the academy bell ring for first class. On the verge of passing out from exhaustion I sprint out of the dormitory, breathing heavily from all the running.

As I near the academy looking for the boy I stop dead in my tracks. His body goes flying through the academy's window and the glass shatters. The royal prince red hair glistening in the wind as he stares down at him, furious. It doesn't takes long for students to run out to see what was going on and others peeking outside of the windows. I gasp seeing the prince eyes, the white of his eyes is black. He lifts the boy and forces his hand through his chest, ribbing out his heart. Killing him.

My knees gave in and I slide down to the muddy ground. The sight was horrifying. To think someone can stop existing just like that. I feel the prince's anger from all the way here, his presence felt suffocating. Black blood spills out of the boy's mouth and chest and he falls to the ground with his eyes still closed. He'll never know he died. He's been passed out the whole time.

Seeing the prince like this is like staring at a stranger. He looks heartless, just like the book portraits what he was. A vampire with no heart with no love for another like the entire royal family.

I don't understand why he's so angry at the boy and why he killed him? Could've he have seen what happened between me and him? I swallow painfully, my mouth feeling dry all of the sudden. Even so, the boy had his reason. He didn't need to kill him so brutally especially not in front of so many. He was still a person. I force myself up with wobbling legs and storm past him into the academy doors, unable to stare at the boy's lifeless body any longer. I go to academic class, breathing heavily and so close to burst into tears. Not making eye contact with a single person I take my seat and do breathing exercises to keep myself calm.

I wish I didn't have to attend class and could've stayed at the dormitory. But of course, I knew it wasn't an option. The rest of day goes by and time felt slow. I couldn't wait to go to sleep. I barely talked to Aster and Sera during break time because I felt overwhelmed by today's events. They weren't persistent and gave me that moment of space. Students couldn't stop talking about the prince and what happened this morning and kept going around asking questions. In practical class I couldn't heal the flower since I've already used up all my magic to heal myself. Another fail.

After class I put on some comfortable clothes, careful not to rub of any mud as I change clothes. I go to my desk, glancing at my sketchbook as the vivid memory of the prince ripping out that boy's heart comes to me. I pace around in my room, running my hands through my hair. With frustration I grab my music player and open the sketchbook and start sketching. As much as I wanted to sleep, I knew it would be impossible if I can't get the memory out of my head.

When the sketch is done I feel more relaxed and at peace so I close the sketchbook and slide into the drawer. I close the curtains, switch off the light and climb into bed finding a comfortable position to sleep in. A few minutes in I open my eyes feeling the royal prince's presence before the knock even came. I don't move, pretending to be asleep. He's here to feed. I don't want to be trapped in a room with him. I need space, it was still too early to face him after what I saw this morning.

When he still doesn't leave I stand up and whisper into the door, hoping he can hear me. "Please just go. I can't...not tonight."