Kyla

Opening my eyes, I realize I must have fallen asleep. Then, everything comes back full force. I had let him down between my legs with his mouth. How could I have done that? What is wrong with me?

My Uncle and cousins would be ashamed of me. All my people would be disappointed in my actions. Balling my hands into fists I become determined. I don't understand why I feel this way about this particular vampire, but I'm going to fight these unnatural feelings.

Normally, my feelings are clear and decisive when it comes to these monsters- I have nothing but utter disgust for them. But when Diedrek comes into the same room as me my head becomes dizzy, and my body overheats.

When he's only inches away from me my body feels as though it's on fire, and he's the only one that can put out the flames. When he places his hands on me, I get this gush of wetness between my legs. It's all so confusing.

Sitting up I see that I am alone in the dark room once more. Moving my legs over the side, I slowly stand up from the bed. I make sure to tiptoe along the carpet, who knows how well his hearing is. He could hear any ruffle along the fabric, so I must be as quiet as I can while I make my way to the window.

Opening the curtains with one hand, I look outside. "That's strange it's still dark out. How is that possible? It must be morning by now." I let go of the curtain, letting it fall back into place, as I spin towards the door.

Once I reach the knob, I bite my lip with my top teeth hoping that Diedrek won't hear me opening the door. If I can get out of this room without him hearing me, I can find a way out of this dreaded place and make my way to the campsite.

I know my cousin Lucas better than anyone. If I'm not back by nightfall, he'll set out to find me. It will lead him right back here, and the vampires will kill him for sure because of what we did. I will not allow that to happen.

As I slowly open the door, it creaks with the movement. I pause a moment once I have it all the way open and listen to my surroundings. I don't hear anything so maybe Diedrek isn't here? He won't even realize I am gone until I can make my way out of here. I pray to the Gods I am right.

Creeping out of the room, I make my way down the hall to the spacious room with what they call a living area. It has a couch, some chairs, a fireplace built inside one wall, and a shelf of books along the opposite. I know what they are meant for, but I never learned to read. Perhaps someday I can remedy that. Who would have known, all we have ever done for enjoyment is practicing our fighting skills and playing a few card games.

Looking around the entire space, I don't see him anywhere. Knowing there are guards blocking the door, I make my way to the nearest window. Moving the curtains aside, I open the window up, and look down.

There is no way I can make it down to the ground without breaking something. Hopefully, it wouldn't be my neck if I ever truly need to attempt it. Looking from side to side I see there is texture in the outer wall of the castle. I may be able to climb down using my hands and feet like I do a tree in the forest.

I reach out with one arm and grab ahold of a piece of molding sticking out, but just as I get a good grip, someone has grabbed my other arm in a stronghold. Looking over my shoulder I see Diedrek with menace in his eyes.

"Going somewhere little human?" He pulls me against his body.

Landing with a huff, the air is knocked out of me for a moment. He has one arm wrapped around my body, keeping me close to his, and the other is closing the window. Once he has the curtains back in place, he pushes me into the center of the room.

Not knowing what to do with myself, I hug my middle and look down at my clean feet. He starts to circle me like prey. "Mind telling me what you were planning to do? His words come out as a question, but I know he knows damn well what I was doing.

"I need to go home." It's the only thing I can think of saying. He doesn't need to know why, just that I do. No sense in lying to him, he knows anyway.

"I see." He turns towards the now shut window, looking out into the darkness.

I look at his well defined back. All the muscle that lays beneath his white button up shirt. My eyes move down his body of their own accord, checking out his ass, and making their way all the way down his pant suit covered legs to his feet. He looks like he has a meeting for which he is very much ready for.

"I do have some business to deal with, but I wanted to talk with you a moment before I go." He turns back around.

Looking at me I can see the menace in his eyes. He no longer trusts me. Not understanding my feelings, but for some reason I feel guilty. I hurt him with my actions. I know I did when I can see sadness form in those obsidian eyes of his briefly before he walks by me.

When he reaches the couch, he sits down patting the cushion next to him. My eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. He wants to sit and talk like we are friends? He does know we aren't remotely close to being friends, doesn't he? I think to myself, as my feet drag along the carpet to the couch. I make sure to sit as far away from him as I can.

His pursed lips let me know he's none too happy with my choice, but he allows it. Dusting something off his sleeve he begins with, "I wouldn't say we are friends." His eyes look up into mine. My body becomes frozen under his glacial stare.

"I would say we are much, much more than that. We always will be." He gives me a charming smile.

I want to melt under that smile, and those beautiful chocolate brown eyes, but I will not let myself fall under his spell anymore. I go to tell him just that, but before I can utter a word, he puts his hand in the air stopping me.

"No need for you to rebuttal, it's the truth whether you want to admit it now or not. I came in here to see if you needed anything before, I left?" I shake my head no. Truth is I don't want to need anything from him.

He must hear my thoughts again because his face turns to stone. He clears his throat, "have it your way then." He stands up from the couch.

He walks over to the door but pauses with his hand on the knob. He turns facing me and leans against it instead. Folding his arms, he decides to stare me down, for a moment. Then, he says, "have I told you who I think your father is?"

He must see the confusion in my eyes, "Or should I say what he is. I don't believe your father was human. I'm almost certain he was a vampire." His words have my body frozen in fear.

"What are you talking about? I am not a vampire. I am human." I say as I stand up from the couch. My arms are at my sides with my hands clenching into fists.

He says nothing only smiles at me, "well I have news for you baby girl, you're wrong. You may be half human, but you are also half my kind. Do you want to know how I figured this out?" He pushes himself off the door and walks my way.

When he's toe to toe with me, he moves his face into my hair and whispers into my ear "because only vampires can find their mates with other vampires." I suck in a shocked breath.

He pulls back and looks at me. Staring right into my eyes, I see it there. He feels sympathy for me, a vampire royal has a heart. Who would have known?

Thinking over his words I wonder if he could be right? No one knows who my father was. My mother had run off and came back a month later knowing she was pregnant.

Looking up into his eyes, I ask the thing that scares me the most. "If what you're saying is true, then which vampire is my father?"