Diedrek

The moment the jackass stood up with bright red eyes and slammed his fists on the table I couldn't hold my temper back any longer. Once everything calmed down, there was no way I was allowing him near her. I turned to her and nodded for her to take the chair on which I was sitting.

Once I was comfortably sitting in her old chair, I turned my entire body towards my father. Staring him down I waited patiently for him to speak. When all he did was glare at Kyla, my patience ended. "What is it you wanted to discuss father. My patience is wearing thin, and we must get to our wing of the castle so I can feed my beloved."

At the mention of me calling Kyla my beloved his eyes cut to me. I despise the look I can see looking back at me. It melts into a calculating look. He sits back, with one leg over the other, as he steeples his fingers in front of him.

"Well, as you know we have an agreement with the Smithsonian's. The other powerful vampire family in our world. You are meant to be married by the end of next month." His leg falls back to the floor, and he sits up once more in his chair. Fixing his suit jacket, he reaches for his glass and gulps down the last of the blood within.

"What do you suppose we do about that?" He asks me with a raised eyebrow. My lips are pursed with tension. I'm doing everything in my power not to rip his head off from his neck and set the monster on fire.

The feel of a delicate hand along my arm has the tension whisking away. I close my eyes and allow her touch to soothe me. Once I feel as though the murderous rage has dissipated, I open my eyes and look straight into the Devils.

Shrugging my shoulders, I give the simplest of answers, "have one of my brothers marry her. You have two other sons; you remember the ones that make you proud on a day-to-day basis." The sound of a growling stomach gains my attention. Knowing it's coming from right beside me; I bring my wrist to my mouth and bite into my flesh.

My blood flows forward from the self-inflicted wound and down my wrist. Without breaking eye contact with my father, I place it to Kyla's mouth, and try not to moan as her teeth dig into my flesh and drink that of which I'm gifting her. Once she tears her mouth away, I turn my head to her. The euphoric look upon her face as her little tongue licks the remnants away from her lips is everything in this moment. I must lift my leg over the other to hide my erection.

"Yes, I know and believe me Rowland would like nothing more. Unfortunately, Anna has requested your hand." Without giving him my attention, I pull out my chair and take Kyla's hand. Lifting her up, we begin to walk towards the door.

"Did you not hear what I said?" My father's voice comes out low and deadly. He hates when any of us walk away from him. Without a single glance in his direction, I open the door. Placing my hand along her delicate back I have her walk-in front of me and out of the room.

Facing the man, I look so much alike; I study him there at the head of the table. Sitting along his throne, but I don't say a word to him. He can tell just what I'm thinking with the look upon my face. He glares at me as his once blue eyes turn red once more. "Frankly father, I don't give a fuck what that evil spawn wishes." I walk out the door, slamming it behind me. Knowing full well by the loud crashing noises father didn't enjoy my answer.

Silence follows us throughout the halls of the castle. It's nothing but pitch black and cold. I am stuck inside my head for a moment. Thinking about what is to come after all the excitement of dinner. Something tells me things are about to get a lot worse.

"Diedrek," Kyla stops walking all together. Keep moving beautiful. It's not safe to talk outside of my wing. Slowly she looks up at me, with tears held in her eyes. We look at one another for a moment as I watch her pull herself together again.

Wiping away the tears falling down her cheek, she begins to walk once more. I hold her close to my side, with my arm wrapped around her waist. Once we reach the door to our wing, I place my palm along the door, waiting for it process that it is me.

My entire hand turns a red color as a special power run through my veins. It almost burns the skin of my hand, causing me to want to move it, but that's the whole idea. I made the key to getting into my wing this way for a reason. The longer it takes, the more painful, and in the end the door will only open for me and a few others that are close to me.

It doesn't take much longer for the door to read my palm, and I hear the click of it opening. When we walk through the door, I sway my hand in front of it. Putting the protective barrier around it once more. Darius stops his pacing in front of my fireplace. I see Lucas jump up from the couch and make his way to Kyla.

He wraps her into his arms, and I hear him whisper that everything is going to be okay in her ear. She only nods her head as he steps back from her and walks her to the couch. As they sit down Darius knees down in front of her. He checks her over, like we always do for Satine once we have been in the same room as all the monsters.

"You want to tell me what he wanted to talk about?" Darius hasn't moved his eyes from his sister. I walk to stand in front of the fire. I watch the flames flickering about as both men dote on her.

"About the impending marriage to Anne Smithsonian." As the words spout from my mouth everyone freezes. I hear Darius stand up and begin to walk towards me. Turning around he stops right in front of me.

I have about an inch or two on him, so he must look up at me just a little.

"You better not." His voice comes out in a deathly whisper as he warns me just this once.

I know what he's saying without him having to express it. Placing my hands in my pockets, I stand to my full height, hold my head to the side, and look at him with a raised brow.

He studies me for a moment before he must see what he wants. He briefly nods his head, before cracking his knuckles and walking to his chair to sit.

"What do we do now?" He slouches in his chair, resting his chin on his hand.

Before I can say one word Kyla speaks up. "We go into the woods to talk with my uncle and the other Rebels."

Each set of eyes swing her way. "We can't hold off anymore. We need to strike before they do." She looks up at me with a look of determination in her eyes. Showing me there is no room for an argument.

Knowing she is right, I simply say "We will use the secret passages. They won't know we left." I walk toward our room without another word. It's time to leave.