Up until the last part of Trent's speech I didn't understand anything except eternity. And eternity was a big deal. It wasn't five weeks, it wasn't 50,000 weeks, it meant forever. And forever was a very long time. Did he really want me to be with him forever? He hasn't even drunk my blood yet and already he wanted to keep me. I thought eventually he would realize I wasn't going to die and that the satisfaction of the kill was never going to happen, I always heard that it was the best part; at least what I've overheard other vampires say. And eventually I would have to die anyways from old age unless... No I can't let that happen, I won't let it happen.

I started struggling in his grasp more and tried to push my feet to move away from him, but he held onto me tighter.

"Are you sure she is your beloved? That hasn't happened for centuries," the bald guy asked still wearing his shocked expression.

And there goes that other word again; Beloved. What was a beloved? I was about to voice my opinion on the matter, but Greg seemed to want to know the same thing that I did as he quickly talked before me.

Trent's eyes-that were now a pure black- looked down on mine, and held my gaze until they traveled back down to my neck and instantly turned that darker shade of red again. "That's not important now. What's important is how you would let such a beautiful woman like herself get these Monster marks. And by monster marks I assume you mean vampire bites." He averted his eves away from Greg's and looked back at me, "and I assure you we are not monsters."

Not monsters! I would love to see his family get murdered in front of his own eyes by vampires, and then tell me they weren't monsters. But that would never happen because he was already one of them. And the ruler of all them I might add.

"Oh, We were in the forest this one night when vampires came out of nowhere and attacked. I desperately tried to get them away from her, I truly did, but there was so many of them that I couldn't fight them off." Greg looked about to go into tears

What kind of shit was he talking about?! I knew he was going to lie, but seriously a camping trip? I would be shocked if the prince didn't see through that lie. But I had to admit the fake crying at the end did sound real.

"So what you're saying is that she got out of it with dents in her neck, and you came out of it with nothing but a little blood on your mustache?" I had to suppress a laugh as Trent criticized Greg's fashion choices as he took a threatening step closer to the blood covered mustache guy.

He let me go in the process but not before he leaned his head down and licked my neck. The gesture made my stomach go into a butterfly fit.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Greg replied, as he wiped a tear away from under his eyes.

"I suggest you don't lie to me. I know you brought her here so I could drink her blood. My guards told me there was some guy who would give me a girl to drink her blood for the cost of a little bit of money. Of course I agreed, because then I wouldn't have to catch my prey, It would be delivered to me." Trent turned his head around to face me and gave a smirk. "And a very good smelling one." He stuck his nose in the air for emphasis and sniffed the air. "And I will definitely be taking a good sip out of her later." With a quick wink in my direction he turned back around.

I shuddered and took some steps back until my back hit someone's hard chest. As I turned around I huffed in annoyance as it was another one of the prince's guards. They were everywhere around here!

"You have it all wrong. She wanted me to bring her here. You see, we are really low on money and so she offered to sacrifice her life for the greater good of our family. My niece is such a great girl," Greg tried to explain.

Niece?! I was most certainly not his niece. The idea made me cringe at the thought of being a part of his family.

This only made me think of his nephew; Lucas. I'm sure Lucas didn't die for the 'greater good of the family.' Again I had the sudden urge to speak up and say something that I'm sure Greg wouldn't like.

"I am most certainly not a part of your family! And I know if Lucas had the option he wouldn't want to be a part of your disgusting family either. Admit it Greg, you are just a money crazed man. A man who would do anything for a couple bucks? Even let your own nephew die!"

Greg looked ready to hit something as he balled his fist up and glared at me. The crying man that stood there once was now gone, and the madman was back.

"Who told you that?!" He yelled

From the corner of my eye I saw the prince looking ready to hurt something/ someone too. But his anger wasn't directed at me, it was directed at Greg.

"You wanted her to die! I knew something was strange about you the minute you stepped through the castle doors. No, I should have had realized when you tried to hide that big truck of yours away from sight."

I gasped; he had been watching us this whole time!

Greg's anger disappeared as he stared at the frightening vampire standing right in front of him. "H-how did you k-know about th-that? He stuttered.

I have never seen Greg looked so scared before. It almost looked comical.

"We have eyes everywhere. I like to keep things tightly secured. But it seems like you don't like to keep your things secured, since the back of your truck was unlocked allowing my men to retrieve tons of bags of blood." A smirk played across his lips.

"You can't do that!" Greg yelled, yet again.

I watched as the scene played in front of my eyes. Greg standing there with his back strait and proud as Trent ran towards him and grabbed his head in a headlock tilting Greg's head in a deathly way. "Yes I can, and I can also do this." In the blink of an eye a sickening crack was heard thought the room as Greg's body fell to the ground and his eyes still stayed open.

I couldn't stare much longer so I looked away. It wasn't because the scene was gory; because it was. It's because I didn't feel the slightest bit sorry for him, and I didn't want to look like I did. That man on the ground took two years of my life away from me that I would never get back. The last couple of years of my life flashed vividly in my brain: My parents' dying and then Greg taking me away, Picking up parentless kids while Greg threw them in the truck, getting blood taken from my arm by Greg's needle, and watching kids die not being able to do anything because Greg would always be close by to grab me before I could. Those were the more traumatizing moments of my life, but there was definitely a lot more that did make an impact on me. I couldn't even remember life before Greg showed up. And now I was suppose to move on with out him? It almost felt unreal.

The thing was that now Greg was dead shouldn't I feel free? But I didn't, at all.

There still felt like there was restraints holding me down in place. I didn't know what it was, but it must have had something to do with being in this castle. I had been stuck with vampires for what felt like such a long time that maybe it would be nice to be away from them for a while even though there was no way to not see them at all.

The light tap on my shoulder brought me out of my thoughts as I stared into the blue eyes in front of me.

"Well now that I have deposited the trash I shall escort you to your room," Trent said as he stared down on me. He tried to reach out for my hand but I pulled it away.

I furiously looked around me for an exit. He might have done me a favor by getting rid of Greg but I didn't owe it to him to stay at the castle. There were too many guards around that I couldn't even find a way to get out of the main room. Trent seemed to know what I was planning since he must have realized how flustered I was acting.

He seemed to be talking about someone else. But he was staring at me, So I knew I was the one he was talking about when he said, "Now don't you be thinking I'm going to just let my beloved leave"

There was that word 'beloved' again. What did that mean? I never go my chance to ask the questioned before but when I opened my mouth to ask I quickly shut it closed. He would probably think I was stupid for not knowing and make fun of me. Yet again, when did I ever care what he thought about me? Trent only looked amused as I internally battled with myself.

"Go ahead and ask your question. I won't bite, unless you want me to?" He smirked and took a step closer in my direction. I shook my head side to side as I took a big gulp trying to get rid of the lump in my throat. "Maybe later then..." He trailed off deep in thought. "Perhaps dessert?"

I desperately wanted to get away from this topic and decided this would this would probably be the best time to ask my question before I tried to stop myself again I asked, "What is a beloved?"

He took more steps closer to me till we were almost touching. I wanted to move away, but my body wouldn't let me. It was like in a trance.

He reached his hand out and grabbed mine flipping it over so my palm was facing upwards and rubbed soothing circles with his thumb on my wrist. That little action made my heart skip a beat. "A beloved is made for you when you are first born. They are like a match made in heaven. Not everyone gets one...So you should be very grateful."

I didn't feel grateful?

"The humans go through so many relationships and marriages to try and find 'the one.' But we are lucky and already know who we want to be with. We don't need to look for them to long. He leaned in and bent down his head and kissed my pulse. My heart instantly speeded up and I fluttered my eyelids closed. "Your blood is already reacting to my touch, I am going to be able to make you feel so pleasurable." My eyes re-opened as his fangs came out again. Surprise showed on his face as I returned my hand back to my side.

"But that doesn't make any sense. If I was made for you wouldn't I feel attracted to you right when I was born?" I was desperately trying to slow down my heart rate at I took deep breaths.

"You had the connection when you were born. You just don't realize it until you come eye to eye with them. When you were born in the hospital I could have looked down on your crib and realized you were mine. If I knew, I would have been able to have you longer." A gleam took his eyes as he looked at me with adoration.

All this new information and the feeling I felt when Trent was around were jumbling my brain with mixed emotions. So if he had realized where I was born I would have already been living in the castle? I would have never met my parents? And I would have never felt as much heartbreak? Even though I'm sure I would still have some. But did I really want that? Did I really wish that I never got those memories? But the answer came to me instantly; No.

Of course I wanted all the pain to go away, but all those memories made me who I am today. If I didn't have them would I still see how cruel vampires actually are? Would I still feel so much hatred towards Trent, or would I gladly jump into his arms and not think twice about it? I knew that it would probably be the second one since the urge was already with me. But then if I didn't know what was happening around me I wouldn't know about the 'Saving humans cause' and then nothing would change. And I was determined to do something about that. All these questions were swarming in my head, but one stood out in particular.

Would I be able to kill the prince of vampires, just for the 'saving humans cause?' Because if I did kill him I knew he would take my heart with him. And the only way to prevent that was to not get too attached. It should be easy, but deep down I knew it wouldn't.

Trent's earlier comments came to me about how I was lucky that we didn't have to be in relationships to find out who we wanted to be with, because we already knew who we wanted to spend the rest of our lives with. But what if I wanted to be in a relationship? What if I wanted to fall in love, not forced to be in love. That would never happen though because I didn't get to choose who I wanted to be with because there was already a connection with me and a man wearing a crown. And no matter how hard I tried I wouldn't be able to get rid of it, for one simple reason; I was born with it.

I had to confirm what I heard was right, and that there really was no hope for me leaving anytime soon. "So I'm your Beloved?"

"Yes, yes you are," he smiled.

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