Kyla

There is nothing more I would love to do than to lay down on the floor in the fetal position and cower in fear, but I don't allow myself to act on it. Instead, I look up at Diedrek once more, giving him a small smile, the best I can do, to show him that I am okay now. I lift away from his chest and straighten my shoulders. Taking a few deep breaths, I prepare myself for whatever the Devil has to say.

Turning around, my eyes fall on the woman who was once my mother in this world. The woman that had loved people with all her heart, been so kind she would give her last piece of bread to a starving child. The woman who everyone says I take after. Looking at this woman standing in front of me now I see that the woman she once was, is now gone. She died when she was turned. Somehow her soul is lost.

When I look into her eyes, they are so empty it's as though I'm staring into the abyss. It makes me feel like I am losing her all over again. Holding back the tears that want to fall from my eyes, I place one foot in front of the other. Making my way to the table, I pass her, leaving plenty of room between the two of us as I re-take my seat once more.

Pushing the chair in, I glower down at my now empty plate. Praying that all the food I had just eaten doesn't come back up vigorously. The sound of foot falls makes a shiver run up my spine. I hear the chair directly across from me, on the other side of the table being pulled out. I can see the outline of my mother, but I will not look at her again. Not until I compose myself.

The chair beside me pulls out, and Diedrek sits down, reaching for my hand on top of the table as he pulls his chair in. It's quiet for what feels like hours but must be mere minutes. A throat clearing from beside me gains my attention. Lifting my head, I look at the man sitting on my other side, at the head of the table.

It's astonishing how two people can share so many similarities in looks but be completely different personality wise. Diedrek shares the same eyes, nose, and lips as his father. He has his tall frame for sure, they must be about the same bulk as one another. However, where his father is cruel and dead inside, Diedrek is very much alive and kind.

Looking into the Devil's eyes now all I see is coldness. Causing goose bumps to run along my skin. There isn't an ounce of feeling in the man looking back at me. Which brings one important question to my mind. Looking between his eyes with mine I wonder if I should ask. He's studying me just as much as I am him, and I know he sees all the emotions running wild inside of me. He gives me a cruel smile as he tilts his head to the side. Waiting for me to spit it out.

"What do you want out of this life?" I finally let the words fly out of my mouth. Feeling they need to be said, I need to know.

"What do you mean exactly?" He asks me as I watch him grab his glass once more. Bringing it to his lips I must swallow the craving the smell of fresh blood is causing inside of me.

Lifting a brow, he pulls the glass away and reaches it out to me. "Would you like some?" I feel my body lock up.

My hand tightens around Diedrek's so much he pulls on both bringing my attention slowly away from the glass holding the crimson goodness, and back to him.

I'll feed you baby once we are back inside our quarters. I hadn't realized it before, but my body is shaking. His words work their way inside my head, I close my eyes to calm myself once more. When I open my eyes, his are on me like a hawk. He smiles at me, the worry that once was there has dissipated.

Having more control over myself, I bring my attention back to the Devil whose eyes are going between Diedrek and I. He's watching the two of us with such interest, it brings me back to what I had asked him.

Clearing the dryness from my throat, I try once more. "What I mean is unless someone gets ahold of you and cuts off your head or pulls your heart from your body and then burns you, there is no dying for you. Meaning you will live forever, so what I need to know is why?" He squints his eyes at me, studying me like I am some type of puzzle he's desperately trying to figure out.

He straightens his head once more and goes to open his mouth, but I cut him off, "Why live your life this way? A cruel and vindictive monster that has no regards for anyone."

I turn my body so it's fully in his direction. "Furthermore, you have three sons. Two came from a vampire woman and have no souls just like you. Then you have Diedrek here that is a good man, and to you that is a weakness."

To my disbelief he says nothing for a long time. Just looks at his glass as he twists it around in his hand. Watching him I see something in his eyes that I hadn't seen before. "Or is that what scares you about him the most?"

With my words his eyes fly to me. They are open wide in shock causing me to give a scoff, "Of course. You know that he has feelings and emotions. You know that can break him or make him stronger than even you. Because of that it scares you."

His eyes slowly turn a deep shade of red letting me know I've struck a nerve in the cold and dead monster before me. "So, you do feel things." I give him my own devilish smirk. He doesn't appreciate that one bit as he jumps from his chair, slamming his fists into the table. Causing it to break down the middle.

He stands there glaring at me, breathing heavily. His fangs elongate, doing everything in his power to scare me. What he doesn't realize is with Diedrek here with me, and knowing I am even more powerful as a vampire, I am not frightened of him in the least anymore. The only thing he is doing is pissing Diedrek off, if him standing from his own chair, and my hair blowing with the speed of him making his way in between his father and I tells me anything.

"You best stop looking at her in that manner or I will take you here and now without thinking twice about it." I hear him growl out loud to his father.

I cannot see if his father is still trying to intimidate me with his glaring eyes or not because all I see is Diedrek's back facing me. I know it's not the time, but I lick my lips as my mouth waters with the sight of his ass in my face. I bite my bottom lip with my fangs, shaking my head trying to focus on the importance happening around us.

The sound of a chair grating across the floor, followed by light footsteps tells me my mother has made her way to the Devil. I hear her hand rubbing his suit jacket as I hear her breathing heavily against his body. I know she's conversing with him telepathically, that's why I cannot hear what is being said. Within seconds I hear Diedrek's father take a deep breath and hear him sitting down once more at his throne, seated at the head of the table.

Diedrek must feel it's safer as he turns to me, removing his attention from his father and giving me all of it. He nods his chin at his vacant seat. Knowing what he wishes of me, I slide across to the chair he was sitting on and watch as he takes mine. Making sure to be in the middle of his father and me. Creating a boundary between the two of us.

Although I'm almost positive I could have managed him, I'm grateful to the love of my life even more in this moment.

"Now, what is it you wish to discuss father. My patience is waning thin, and I need to get to our Wing of the Castle to feed my beloved." He cracks his knuckles while glowering at his father. Waiting for him to say what he has to say so we can finally be done with all of this.