There was no light in the room, no windows. Only vampires would be able to see, no human would be able. Looking at the four woman I saw when I walked in I could tell only one was human. I felt slightly relieved that there wasn't more, but mentally beat myself up for it. The vampire woman should not be here either. No one deserved to be here because of me. 

Looking around to take my mind off of them, I saw the back of someone's brown hair, easily recognized to me as Trent. His back was to everyone as he seemed to be wiping something off of his face, but just by looking at his clothes almost drenched in the color red, and the smell coming off of him I could tell it was blood, but there was also the smell of spearmint that I found strangely addictive. 

This was the time for me to tell him I was here. That he could stop this madness. Right when I opened my mouth to scream at him to turn around I felt a piece of cloth wrapped around my mouth and a strong knot securing it in place behind my neck. I tried screaming through the material, but no sound was heard, I couldn't reach and take it off since my hands were still held behind my back. Not enough biting or head movements would even slightly move it from its place. 

This made me wonder how we had heard the scream before if these things were covering their mouths. 

The guard that let us go down to the basement was the one handing them out, and once the last girl had cloth around her mouth the guard spoke, "Everyone line up, first person at the front, last person at the back." 

I moved my feet to try and move to the first spot, but got pulled back fast, securing the last spot in line. No one needed to die here, if he saw me first he would forget about the other women here. I turned my head around to try and plead with the man to move further up, but he wouldn't look at me. He was facing the front where I could hear footsteps starting to go. Everyone was already positioned, so that only left one person. 

"Look at me now!" The sound of Trent's voice had me shudder. He wasn't talking to me, but I could feel the fear starting to come. I couldn't imagine how the girl in the front was feeling, but by the way she was shaking more than before I could tell it wasn't good. 

The girl looked up at him, and as she did he reached around her head and untied the knot. The cloth didn't have time to touch the ground before his hands were wrapped around her neck and a loud snapping could be heard. 

The cloth finally hit the ground as a sinister smile took up his face. 

"Next!" He bellowed. The next girl was placed in front of him. He did the same thing as before and took off the girl's cloth. This time giving the girl enough time to scream as he pulled out her heart and threw it across the room. Her body landing in a lump of skin and bones on the ground. 

Now I know how I heard the scream before. 

I wanted to look away, but seeing the next person ready to meet her fate made me continue to stare. The human girl looked straight up at him; she didn't need to be told. On the outside she put on a brave act, but the way her fingers seemed to be moving at a quick pace behind her back, told the opposite. 

"So, we have a brave one here." He exclaimed, chuckling under his breath. "So anything you would like to say to me?" He was just begging to be entertained. 

"I hope you never find her, I bet she's already dead." The cloth already being on the ground, her voice being heard loud and clear. No one spoke; Trent's eyes got a darker shade of red, if that was possible. In one motion his teeth were on her neck, and then in one move his teeth were still on her neck, just not connected to her body. 

I wanted to scream for the human girl's horrible death, but at the same time I wanted to run up to Trent and tell him that I was alive, that I was right here. And again no words escaped my mouth. 

He only looked at the girl beside me once before ripping out her heart. He didn't remove the cloth. 

Trent didn't look at me as he came to stand directly in front of my line of vision. He was filled with rage, his hand aiming for my heart. Then he stopped and sniffed the air. His eyes finally meeting mine. 

He looked behind me and growled. The man knew immediately what the prince was asking as a clicking was heard and my wrists were free. They weren't free for long as they were grabbed into a gentle grip. I looked up at him as he said two words that made my heart flutter. 

"My Chloe," he spoke. 

He looked at our surroundings before he screamed, "Clean this mess up! Then leave!" 

I closed my eyes as I heard the pounding of bodies being dragged and footsteps going up steps before a door being slammed shut. 

He started moving the pads of his thumbs over my wrists and up and down my arms. He stopped as he looked at the indent on my wrist and leaned down to kiss it, then he looked down at his own wrist; frowning. 

This is what Jen was talking about, me needing to mark him to complete the process. To be bound to him completely. Bound to someone that kills so many, she implied that it was something I had to do, but she never thought that I would want to. 

Another pang of guilt hit me; he became so enraged thinking of the possibility of me being truly gone, but him being gone made me feel the same way. Why did he have to be the prince, and be such a big killer? Why couldn't he just not kill and everything would be fine?  

And that was my answer. I could make him better; I could show Jen that he wasn't as bad of a person. We could do blood banks that were run by humans to make things better for everyone, just like they did at the camp. And any vampire that would kill a human would be thrown behind bars, like how every human would be treated if they committed murder. Ideas started popping up in my head. Maybe there was a way that I could make everything better without needing to kill him. 

My thoughts stopped when I felt another kiss on my wrist, then them continuing to be placed up and down my arms. He stopped and looked back at his wrist. Again frowning, like there wasn't something there that should be. That darker shade of red started to take over his eyes again. Thinking fast I grabbed his left wrist and placed a kiss there. Looking up at his eyes they started to go to a softer shade. I then made my fangs come out and scraped them lightly over his flesh. 

This time when I looked up, his eyes were closed. Right now I could leave, I never heard the lock of a door, which meant the door was still unlocked. There might be some guards at the door, but I don't think they would be prepared for me to escape. I could easily make my way through the castle and leave. I finally had a choice, and I decided to stay. 

Taking another sniff of his scent I plunged my fangs into his wrist and starting taking in blood. The sweet taste was nothing that I was prepared for, it was better than my favorite vanilla milkshake I used to get as a kid. 

A small moan released from his mouth making me smile knowing that he made that noise because of me. 

When I released the hold on his wrist, he grabbed my waist and brought me flat to his chest. "I missed you so much." His nose was rubbing up and down my neck. I felt his fangs sink into my neck, and the same noise he made before came from my mouth. 

It was amazing to me that I was only gone for about a day, and he missed me so much. My parents never showed me the same love he did when I would come home from a week's trip. Maybe it's because they knew I would come home, but just staring Trent's eyes he looked like he needed me, and I was starting to feel the same way. 

It scared me. 

"So who took you?" His voice became hard as the grip on my waist got tighter.  

"I don't know," I lied. "They never showed me their face. I got away while I could." I told him my fake kidnapped story and how I escaped them, hoping to seem as believable as possible. 

He hissed at some parts, but otherwise he seemed to believe me. "I'm just glad you're okay." He kissed the top of my forehead and frowned. "I missed when you used my shampoo." I gave a small smile; he then grabbed my hand to lead me back upstairs.  

While moving into the general direction, I saw a door to the left of the staircase and to the right of me. Above the door read "Chambers." That must have been the castle's prison. That's where Jen's parents are located. 

Maybe I could convince him to release Jen's parents. That would help to show her that he still was partly human. That he could change for the better, he didn't need to die for that to happen. 

"Jen once told me that you that you kept her parents down here and tortured them just to hurt her. Now that she is dead could you let them go?" I tried not to make my voice sound too hopeful. 

"I wouldn't, even if they still were alive." He looked at the closed door then back at me 

Jen's parents are dead. 

"You killed them?" I wanted to scream at him. Why would he do that? 

"I had to. I knew Jen would come back for them. I couldn't let her do that." 

"Wait, Jen is alive?" I wanted to sound confused, but inside I was shocked he knew. "How do you know this?" 

He didn't want to tell me by the way his eyes would plead with me, but he did anyway. "When you disappeared my old friend Finn came back to the castle saying that I know knew how it feels for my beloved to escape through a window. That night apparently Jen got turned into a vampire and escaped. He told me that if I helped looking for his beloved, then he would help look for mine. We are on good terms now. He promised he won't try to hurt you, and that he deeply apologizes." 

I put my hands over my mouth like I was surprised. Acting like it was the first time I had heard that Jen was alive. "Are you sure about this?" 

"I'm positive, that night you disappeared there was another scent in my room, proving that you had been kidnapped. I think that Jen sent someone here to take you and kill you, to hurt me in the process. It wouldn't be the first time." He squeezed my hand tightly and pulled me back to his side, before continuing are walk up the steps. "I'm not leaving you out of my sight again." 

All I could do was nod my head. No words would escape my mouth. Trent was wrong about who she wanted to kill, but the second part of what he said got to me, that it wouldn't be the first time that Jen either tried to kill his loved one, or actually killed them. 

Jen was hiding something from me. And I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer or not.

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