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After our talk he tried to ask me what my name was, but I went back to not talking. He also tried to grab my hand but I pulled away. He was getting more frustrated by my actions towards him, but I could tell he was trying to hide it. I was getting worried that he would start screaming in my face about disrespecting him, but nothing happend. He took a breath in then let it out. I knew then I had more to worry about then just hand holding, his anger.

He led me up the stairs and would glance back every couple of seconds to make sure I was following. Not that I had a choice. There was a guard following us from behind so I wouldn't try to run again. Even though I wouldn't try now that there was a slim chance of getting out of it harmed. And an even slimmer chance of even reaching the front door. I slumped my shoulders in disappointment and continued on to the top floor. 

In this castle there seemed to only be only two floors- though I'm sure there was also a basement or a chamber, but I just haven't seen it yet. I heard stories about the horrible things that happened down there and that there were no windows and that chains and sharp objects hung from every wall. I'm not sure if it is true since I only heard it from kids Greg picked up, but I couldn't help but be curious. There had to be someone that delivered food to those people in the down under, even if it wasn't that often. Those people probably told other people and the word spread.  

The floor that I was just at, I got told had a large kitchen and huge walk in refrigerator filled with blood and a little bit of human blood to settle the palace people needs. Also, that there is a place where they hold a flat screen TV to watch movies on. Mostly that floor was just a place for people to hang out. 

The top floor was more of a bunch of halls with doors on every side to enter bedrooms. Only the most royal vampires' stayed in the palace, while the rest just roamed the streets-trying to find abandoned homes to stay in. And I also learned that vampires could walk in the day without burning, but they chose not to. I didn't learn that from Trent, I learned it from a book I loved as a kid. 

The book talked all about the vampire heritage and about how people think they took over, but no one really knows why. It also talked about their past. So that why I didn't believe him about being soul mates and was sure if there was something about that it would be in the book, but because it didn't say anything about beloveds, I was sure he was lying. Until he described it to me, and I realized that all the reasons how you know you found your beloved was how I felt for him, I couldn't deny that it might be true. Maybe, the book left some things out? I am still not sure and that's what's making me so on edge. 

I remember my mom always tried to take the book from me saying It wasn't healthy to love to learn about such disgusting creatures, but I always found them fascinating. 

"We are at your room now," Trent gave me a smile, and then nodded to the guy behind me to leave. 

We were now by ourselves. 

I started to fiddle with my fingers to try and get the nervous feeling I had when it was just him and I. I knew that the guard left, but I also knew that he was still close and that there was still no way to run. So the only option to get out of this situation was to go straight through the doors in front of me.  

I pushed my way past Trent's body and quickly grabbing hold of the doorknob twisting it and pushing them open. 

The room was really dark until the flick of a switch and the lights turned on. The color of maroon was painted the walls surrounding us, even I saw a slight peak into the bathroom connecting onto the bedroom- and it was maroon too. In the middle sat a king sized bed with what looked like silk white sheets. Everything in the room looked Grand, just like the entrance downstairs. The smell of this room though proved that I wasn't the only going to be sleeping here. 

"How do you like our room?" His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into his embrace. I wanted to scream, but something in me felt used to this already. I felt content, and that worried me.  

I tried to push him away to get rid of his arms but he still wouldn't let go, he was too strong. And the thought of him letting me go felt lonely. I hated all these mixed feeling, I hated him so much from what he did to people, but every time I thought something bad about him my mind would mentally scold me. I was just so confused. 

Without knowing it tears started to fall from my face and my body shook. I needed to get away from him, he made all theses weird feeling come on me, and I needed them to go away. 

Trent's hands dropped and spun me around staring me right in the eyes. "What's the matter? Don't you like it?" He looked so concerned and worried that it made me feel sick. He couldn't seriously be that worried? His words about me being his beloved came crashing down on me again. Is that why he was acting so kind to me, because I was to be his other half? 

I know that he confirmed it, but I still had so many more questions to ask, but most importantly; Why me?  

It could have been anyone, yet I was chosen. I didn't even know who I was anymore. I felt mad at the whole world for putting me in this situation, and I couldn't think straight. I was just so angry. And he had the nerve to ask me what the matter was, and if I liked the room or not? I kept having these sudden outbursts to talk recently, and I could tell I was about to have another one. 

"The matter is that I don't get a say in any of this! I'm so confused... I want you to leave me alone! I don't want to be with you. I should get a say in what I want to do with my life and want you to just get away!" It felt good to get everything out, but now I was just worried that he would was going to hurt me. But I actually wanted him to hurt me; I wanted him to show me what kind of monster he was. I wanted to hate him so much, and I wanted proof that he was. Then maybe my mind would give up this nonsense that I actually liked him. 

But what he actually did surprised me. He grabbed both my shoulders and smashed me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me as he rubbed my hair and soothed me with his words, I instantly relaxed. 

Then when he pulled away I felt so cold and wanted him to hold me again. What was wrong with me? 

"Can you tell me your name now, beautiful?" he asked staring at me expectedly.  

So that's what he wanted... I shook my head showing I wasn't going to tell him. 

"Well eventually you will, maybe before dinner..." he calmly suggested. 

I took a step back and noticed that he took a step forward. I didn't want to go to dinner with him even when I felt extremely hungry. He probably just wanted for me to be his dinner, not for me to have dinner with him. Isn't that what all vampires wanted? 

"I will call someone to help you get ready." Without another word he left the room. I guess I had to go to this dinner after all.

The room door opened a little bit later and a woman with ringlets surrounding her face walked in rolling what looked like a large suit-case.  

She walked in the direction of the bed where I was sitting. When she finally got close enough I could better see what she looked like. Her hair was a beautiful blonde color that fell down to her waist and she had the same complexion and eye color as Trent. So they must have been related. 

"Hello my name is kally, I'm Trent's sister. And you must be his Beloved." She gave me a warm smile just like Trent's. What the heck am I talking about? "I'm sorry, but what's your name again?" Her question bothered me, it was like I already told her, but she forgot it.  

She stared at me for a couple seconds then walked back over to the suit-case when I didn't say anything. "Trent told me you were quiet, but had slight anger issues." 

"I do not," I said, trying to defend myself. 

She laughed. "I was just kidding about the last part; I don't think he would ever say anything bad about you. He loves you too much." 

"That's not true. He just wants to drink my blood like everyone else." I knew it was at least half way true, but I was also trying to convince myself. 

"He's told you about you being his beloved-right?" She asked. 

"Yes," I confirmed. 

"And he told you what a beloved is-right? " And again I replied with a yes. "Then that should be the only proof you need to know that he loves you. And if you don't believe that, I know you must be in denial. Just trust your heart." She gave me another smile. And knowing that was the end of the conversation she walked over to the suit-case 

Putting it in an upright position; she started to unzip it. It opened up and revealed two sides. One was full of drawers of makeup and hair tools. While the other side had around three dresses hanging up. 

"Ok, So I didn't know what color you would look best in, so I just brought three colors of the same dress that Trent picked out." So now I couldn't even pick out what I wanted to wear anymore?  

"Trent sure had a way to get on my good side,"  I thought sarcastically. 

"I think you will look good with the dark purple. I think it would match the best with your brown hair." I just nodded my head in agreement; there was no way I was going to get out of this situation anyways. "Great, now go take a shower. You smell." Wow not only does she tell me what she wants me to wear, but also that I stink. She was doing so well with the compliments. 

Why was I being so sarcastic... she was obviously trying to be kind, even if it did backfire on her? I blame it all on Greg, and Trent. Why couldn't things just be normal? 

I got up off the bed and went to the other maroon room I saw before, and crossed my fingers hoping that it was the bathroom and not a closet. I didn't want to make a fool of myself. I sighed in relief when it wasn't and walked in. 

I practically ran to the shower and turned the knob to make the water start coming out. I hadn't taken one in forever, so I was glad that I still remember how to use it. When the water temperature got to my liking I stripped off my clothes and hopped in. The dirt that was once visible before vanished, but of course that mark on my neck didn't, not that I thought it would. But it just showed me another reason why thing couldn't be normal. 

When my shower was done I grabbed a towel that I saw hanging up and dried myself off. I felt calmer now as I picked up my dirty clothes off the ground and left the bathroom. Of course, I was self contuse about leaving the bathroom with no clothes on, but that's why I wore a towel- It was my protection shield. I didn't want to bring the dress into the bathroom just in case it got wet, I wouldn't want to ruin such a pretty thing, no matter where-or who- it came from. 

Kally was looking at herself in the mirror fixing her lipstick. When she saw me staring at her in the reflection she snapped her head in my direction and gave me a nod of approval. 

"Now isn't that so much better then wearing filth?" I felt offended at first, but realized what she said was true, and just smiled and handed my old clothes to her.  

She grabbed them out of my hands and was about to throw them in the trash when she stopped and looked at the tag of the shirt then back at me as she asked, "Chloe?" 

What? How did she know my name? I tried to grab the shirt out of her hands, but she just pulled it out of my reach and showed me the name on the tag, it might have been a little smudged, but otherwise you could clearly see the word 'Chloe.'  

I completely forgot about that. When I was little my mom used to put my name on everything since I had the ability to lose things easily. Like when I lost my gym uniform so I had to get another one...that felt like such a long time ago. 

Tears started to fall down my face just thinking about it, and Kally was right there in front of me as the first tear dropped holding a tissue. "Don't worry everything will be okay." I could tell she was trying to comfort me, but it wasn't working. I couldn't feel comfort in a fanged monster, and how did I knew she wasn't just pretending to be nice? 

"I'm okay." I lied. 

"Well, I'm glad to hear it. Now let's get you ready for the dinner, I think we are already late." She looked at the clock on the dresser that I didn't see before then handed me the clothes to change into. 

Closing the door behind me, I unwrapped the towel from my body and slipped on the undergarments first then the dress. I felt so much cleaner. The dress fell to right above my knees and hugged my body tightly. The top had a cross strap that went from my left armpit to lie across my right shoulder, and the triangle area that was made by the strap was covered in some clear silky black material. Overall the dress didn't look that extravagant, but what did I know? 

When Kally saw me in the dress she squealed then started to lay me in a weird swirly chair. I didn't know what to do so I closed my eyes and instantly felt a pain in my legs and screamed. 

"Don't worry it will be quick." 

I opened my eyes and stared as she took a piece of plastic, dipped it in some substance, then placed it on my leg. Then in a blink she ripped it off as another scream left my mouth. Then I knew that I was being waxed. 

It didn't take much longer for her to finish, and then have enough time to put some makeup on me and curl my hair, even if it was naturally curly-I think? 

If we were late before, I can't even imagine how late we are now... 

"Ok I think we are ready to go downs- wait I almost forgot the shoes." She walked to the suit-case and pulled out something from the bottom. "Here you go," She said, as a pair of heels got placed in my hands. 

They were a dark black color that looked plain unless you noticed the small bow on the back of the shoe and above the heel. I slipped them on and walked up to the floor length mirror against the wall to examine myself. 

It was clear to see that I didn't look the same. Of course, I had the same eyes and hair color, the same frame and height, but I just looked so much healthier. I felt better too. I smiled. 

"You really do look great, Chloe. Trent will love this dress on you." And then my smile fell. 

I wasn't just dressing like this for myself, it was to try and impress someone else-Someone I wasn't sure if I love or hated more. Also, I know she knows my name, but Trent didn't, and I wanted to keep it that way. I felt like if he didn't know my name he couldn't use it against me. I know it was stupid since I said 'use it against me,' and it sounded like I committed a crime. Of course I never committed a crime, but I was part of one. But I was part of Greg's Crime of steeling kids from families. Even though I knew the vampires saw it differently. I hated Trent so much, yet I cared what he thought about me... and I didn't want him to hate me, or think bad of me. Again I felt so confused.  

"Can you do me a favor and not tell Trent what my name is?" I turned my face away from the mirror and turned to Kally. 

"Why d-"I cut her off.  

"I can trust you, right?" She gave me a confused look, but nodded her head. 

"So, can I trust you not to tell Trent what my name is?" 

Before she could answer the door flew open and an angry vampire stormed into the room. His blue eyes scanned the area till they landed on me and softened. He walked up to me and grabbed my elbow and put his nose on my neck. "You look beautiful, Chloe." 

I blushed, but then when his words sunk in I looked around Trent's body to find Kally-she told him my name, but how? When she saw me she looked guilty. She mouthed 'Sorry' and pointed to her head. I wouldn't have understood what she was trying to say if I hadn't read the vampire book. I forgot they could communicate through their mind- only siblings could.  

Trent smirked. "I told you I would find out your name before dinner." Then I got whisked away to the kitchen. 

I know that Kally probably told him before I asked her not to, but that didn't make me feel any better. Vampires are vampires, and I should have known that they can't be trusted.

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This chapter was 3,000 words and took me forever to write. I re-wrote it twice and am still not liking it, but its something. There is probably so many mistakes in this chapter, but right now I just am so tired of trying to get this chapter to make sence (Im so sorry if it doesn't) For anyone who is reading this now understand that because of the votes and comments I wrote this chapter... Without them this chapter wouldn't even be close to finished in another 2 weeks. I will  try to post a chapter every other week, because I'm so exhasted right now and at least it sounds duable. If I can I will post earlier. THANK YOU!

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