Song= Hold Me Down: Halsey (She is amazing)

"I have brought you your food," the replacement maid said.

I had been locked down in the basement for a week now, the only way I could tell how long I was down here was because of the light bulb. When it was night time it would turn off and during the day it would stay on. Trent came down at least 5 times a day claiming that he just wanted to see how well I was doing, but all he really wanted to do was to get some kind of information out of me. He figured out that it had something to do with Jen and he wasn't going to stop pestering me about it, till I told him something.

She shakily walked towards me and placed the tray carefully in front of me before bolting out the door. I didn't need to hear the click of the door to know she locked it. I already knew she was afraid of me, she never wanted to look me directly in the eyes, almost afraid that I might turn her into stone if she did. After all, she was human-the replacement for Jen.

I looked down at the glass of blood, the stack of pancakes, and bacon. I chugged down the blood and pushed the tray to the far side of the room. I wasn't hungry, or I just liked to piss off Trent. I would eat it later.

He should be coming down shortly. He always came down 20 minutes after the maid left. I had to count a lot of seconds to reach that time.

In the mean time I closed my eyes and pictured laying outside, I so badly wanted to run out of the cell and take off into the trees.

"Well someone is smiling."

I sat up fast, almost bumping my head with Trent's.

"It's gone now," I said.

He stopped smiling with me and sat beside me looking to the side of the room where my tray of food sat. "You have to start eating more." He took my hand into his and rubbed his thumb on the top. He completely ignored the hissing noises coming out of my mouth. I didn't want to pull back because I knew I wasn't strong enough-he was back to being stronger than me, and I would just hurt my wrist more in the process. There was already enough burn marks.

I nodded my head to his question as he brought me into his lap, being careful that he didn't touch the chains. The chains wouldn't burn him, like it did me. It was more of a bee sting for him, and go away afterwards. He would need a stronger dose of the ancient wood and silver to hurt him, and that amount would kill me.

He didn't like to touch the chains anyways, but "accidentally" smacking him in the face with them was worth my pain just for his facial reaction. A quick whip of my wrist and; slap.

His face scrunched up as he pushed me off of him, and held the slapped side of his face with his hand. I couldn't stop laughing as he someone how turned into a teddy bear that didn't get to go to a tea party, instead of reality where he is a prince who likes to lock people in his basement.

"I love your laugh." I stopped laughing; the funny moment was now over.

Topic change. "You were telling me a while ago how you didn't choose to be the way you are. So how did it happen? You never told me the whole story." It was a slim chance that he would actually tell me, but the question has been eating me alive, and I just wanted to find a good time to ask, which was now.

"I'll tell you if you sit back on my lap." He paused for a second. "And don't hit me with the chains."

I sighed as I sat on his lap, letting a puff of air out of my mouth. "I kept my part of the deal. You keep yours."

"It started when my parents went out for their anniversary dinner. I recently came home for my 21st birthday, and we all went out together. I still remember it like it was yesterday. They would constantly make drunken jokes, even though I wasn't drunk...yet. Then after that I don't remember much except one man that would constantly look at my mom with hungry eyes. I remember thinking that I was too drunk, that the man's eyes couldn't possibly be red." His eyes closed. "How wrong was I?"

Did I really want to hear this? Of course I did.

"So a week past by and my parents anniversary came. I wanted to give them some alone time together. I stayed home with my brother, Philip, he was in his 11th year and I didn't get to see him a lot. I thought some time with him would be good."

"Your brother died. Never would have guessed." My voice came out strongly sarcastic, and I didn't mean to. I really am not acting like myself.

"You are getting ahead of the story. We will get there." He gave me a look of understanding, like he knew I was having a battle with myself. That prick. "So, no sooner than when my parents left a man came to the door. No knock or anything just kicked down the door. My brother and I were watching a movie, although I can't remember what it was, but that doesn't matter now. The man came into the room. Red eyes a blaze, and a Cheshire cat grin on his face. We were gagged before we could scream, tied to chairs pushed against the far wall and tied up. My parents came home and found us that way. They saw us, but not the crazy man with the knife that was standing behind the door."

I found myself leaning in, wanting to hear more.

"I don't remember his exact words, but he was mad that my mom picked my dad over him. So he hung my dad from a fan while all of us watched him struggle, until he stopped moving all together. And then one cry of desperation from Philip and he was the next victim to be tortured. A swipe of a knife and his head rolled off. Than it were only me and my mother left. I was sure this lunatic would just kill me and take my mother with him, but that's clearly not what happened."

His grip got tighter around my waist, and I had to slowly ease his hands.

"Last words are so stupid! But I still remember his. He turned to my mother and said, 'Remember what you told me, you would never date a monster.' He walked up to me as his teeth got sharper. He pulled my chair off the wall and stood behind me as his fangs scraped my skin and he looked directly at my mom that was too afraid to move. 'I mean, who could really love a monster, right?' He bit me, and the next morning he was dead and so was my mom."

"I ran after that. I was on a rampage. I turned so many people, I killed, I tortured, and it's all stuff I tried to forget, but I couldn't. That was when I met a girl named Kally. The same thing happened to her, except she knew more than I did about vampires, apparently one raised her...and he was going to kill her, but he grew too attached to her. He--he told her there was a binding to all the ancients and hers could feel the rest had died so..." He paused. "He killed himself, but before that he raped her multiple times, he wanted a family so bad...but he could never do that since he was a dead man walking, So he left the world forever."

"Kally killed him didn't she..." I said.

He sighed than nodded his head. "He lived so long that his smarts went right out of the window. He kept his murderer weapon next to his bed for intruders. Which was stupid, who would try to break into a vampires house? But, the day after he turned her she was at her strongest. She staked him in the heart and burned him. She got the idea from the books he laid around; books that she just thought were about mystical creatures that didn't exist."

That was it, my barrier came down, and I hugged him, careful to not let my chains touch him.

"The story isn't over yet." He ran his hand soothingly up and down my back. "Kally and I than built a barrier to protect ourselves from the outside world, which now became this place and it just kept growing. We both felt lonely so we kept turning people into us, not even thinking clearly, and than the people that we turned into vampires turned other people, and the process continued."

"Kally and I also dated for a long time, until she met Finn, and they fell in love. After that I only saw her as a sister, So I let her go, and I have not dated since then. I wanted what she had, and I thought I got it when you showed up. I mean a beloved! That was something else Kally constantly told me about, that seemed unreal. So I stopped believing all together, I reached a point where I turned back into that killer. And when I met you I felt a huge feeling of possessiveness, I would never let you go, and when I thought Jen died I imagined you dying. I couldn't let that happen to you! And then you left...which I understand why." He stood up and so did I. "I mean to love a monster. Ridiculous."

Just hearing Jen's name come off his lips made me start thinking about her. She would probably be chanting in my ear to just kill him now. A twist of the neck would knock him out, but I couldn't. I was starting to see that Trent and I were both kind of the same person, both fragile. And he was trying to change, he just didn't know how, and I had a great idea.

"Have you heard of a blood bank?"

"We have one...where are you going with this?"

"Instead of vampires running them, humans should. Than vampires wouldn't have to feed off of helpless humans. They could just go to a blood bank. There would be one for vampires to drink, and one for humans. Slowly and steadily we can make vampires not look like monsters."

He smiled. "I will definitely think about that. He looked down at his watch on his hand. I have to go now, but I came down here originally to tell you that you can come out of this prison in three days, that's when the hype about someone attacking a royal will go down."

"Can you at least take me out of the chains first?" I dangled them in front of his face.

He frowned at me, and gave both my wrists a kiss, but a longer one on his mark. "I'm sorry, I can't, and it's just three days. It will go by quick, I promise." I saw sincerity in his eyes and nodded. I was really acting bipolar. One minute I'm trying to kill him and the next...liking him. Yep, that's the right word.

He left out the door and locked it behind him. I was by myself again, but apparently not for long. I heard a key being inserted into the lock.

Why was Trent coming back?

It wasn't Trent.

"Finally, love fang is gone. I thought he would never leave." The man closed the door behind him slowly after taking another quick look out the door.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Do you really want to know who I am? Or do you want to know why I'm here." I didn't respond. "The second one it is. Jen Sent me, and she wants to know how everything is going." He got dangerously close to my face. "So how is the plan going?"

Its a lot of info dumping!! And I'm sorry for that! But I'm really starting to rush the story, because I see the finish line and I'm just frustrated I have not reached it yet.

Thanks for staying with me