Third Person POV

Celine just sat on her bed, waiting patiently and fighting with her aching heart as tears slowly trailed out of her lifeless chocolaty eyes.

Xavier was downstairs, his dark eyes stayed widely open as he fixed up some food for Celine to eat, he was truly obsessed with her and he wanted to do whatever he could for her.

The castle was completely empty (deserted) everywhere, nobody was roaming the halls and the familiar baby cries didn't ring in the halls.

Upstairs, where Celine stayed trapped was also empty but due to her 'obeying' she couldn't get up and investigate, nor did she want to.

"Why am I like this?" She asked herself in a shaky whisper, her head tilting to the side while her hands remained intertwined in the middle of her thighs.

She couldn't rip her gaze off of the stone wall, not even to look at the broken plate which spilled sharp shards everywhere.

She couldn't even move from the spot she was told to stay on, she was stuck to the bed or more precisely she felt glued by a strong supernatural force that she couldn't explain.

Nevertheless, she cried silently while sitting up straight and dully gazing at the wall while her head stayed tilted to the side in wonder. She looked so horrific, but the room was barely illuminated so not even her appearance was well seen.

The wooden door in front of the room creaked open slowly, the sound fell dead to Celine's ears but she could feel another presence in the room, she just didn't want to acknowledge it.

Xavier walked in, with a new plate full of fresh food, almost similar to the one which laid on the floor, hidden in the corner of the room where it had previously landed, barely seen, just like Celine.

"I am back my sweet." He stated happily, but his words only sent chills down her spine, she loved him, she really did, but she didn't understand why.

"Celine? My sweet? Are you alright?" He asked her worriedly, his brows furrowing as he shut the door behind him, and then slowly walked up to her, evidently he also loved her but his love actually came from deep within him, he was a crazed man who only wanted her and by force he shall have her.

The plate in his hand shook with the angered hand holding it, he hated the fact that she ignored him and didn't even bother to acknowledge him, he wanted to look into her big brown eyes which had slight bag's under them, probably from the heat she went through, and he wanted to take a peek of her plump pink lips which elegantly moved as she spoke, but most importantly he wanted to see her smile, but she still hasn't, well genuinely.

He silently placed the plate beside her and moved in front of her, wanting to be the only thing she saw, and he was, but she still wasn't really looking at him.

The tears continued falling, but she was quiet and sat still.

He was mad, raging at the fact that his wife to be wasn't giving him and his actions any attention, he let out a loud snarl and placed his large hands on her shoulders, shaking her frail body, trying to bring her back to reality.

"Celine!" He yelled out loudly, his voice echoing in the halls behind the closed door and through the stone walls in the room, and still she didn't bother to listen, nor could she hear.

"Celine!" He yelled out angrily, feeling his blood boil before he absentmindedly removed his hand from her shoulder and sent a hard smack her way, making her head fly to the side.

She let out a piercing scream before throwing her hands over her swollen cheek, her eyes wide as she tried to process what had just happened, she looked around in wonder but the sight of an angry Xavier told her everything.

She hissed in pain and felt more and more tears trail out of her eyes, she rubbed her cheek frantically, trying to ease the burning sensation and the pain on half of her face.

Xavier felt relieved to finally see her present mentally, but still deep in his heart he regretted what he did, and he could evidently see her fear as her chest heaved up and down erratically, while pants escaped her plump lips.

She gazed at him in confusion while her brows furrowed, but she didn't say anything, how could she?

She's learned from all those years of abuse, that saying something could lead to more and saying nothing could lead to less. Now she was unsure.

For once she felt drained and completely helpless.

Once again Xavier quickly placed his hands on her cheeks lovingly, trying to help her with his love but he wasn't, he was only scaring her but some type of force twisted that fear into love.

"Are you okay, my sweet? Please tell me you are." He said eagerly, his bottom lip trembled slightly before he bit it, she gazed into his eyes, trying to read him but her answer was obvious - a simple nod his way - because she felt forced to do so, yet she didn't know it.

He let out a sigh and shut his eyes in satisfaction before opening them and grinning, he removed his hands from her cheeks and she placed her own over her thighs, later Xavier removed the plate beside her and sat on the same spot, placing the plate on his lap instead.

She watched him warily, while her teeth gnawed on the inside of her cheek, he smiled and bobbed his chin to the plate of food, she gulped, knowing that he wanted her to eat.

He quickly took the piece of toast that he had covered with one of his most expensive strawberry jams and brought it closer to her lips, she sighed and opened her mouth, taking a small bite as he fed her in silence.

Yet inwardly she was shaking with fear and she couldn't show it because she wasn't even sure of her own emotions any more, they all felt forced.

But what she hasn't realized is, not once had Xavier Collin's apologized.

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Axel's POV

Where could she be this time?! What the hell is going on?

"Mom, take Arsenio with you and put him in your room, and please care for him while we worry about Celine." I told her, my gaze falling on her slightly evident pregnancy bump, she sighed and shook her head, wanting to protest but the glare I sent her made her decide not to.

Instead she nodded and ran to my bed, careful not to injure herself and she took her sleeping grandson into her arms gently, my heart clenched, his mother has been ripped away from him once again.

"It's going to be okay, my son." She whispered reassuringly, but was it really? I sighed and nodded, she smiled weakly before walking out of my room and probably to her own.

I shut my eyes and angrily kicked the side of my bed, a loud bang echoed through the room and the tips of my foot ached but it quickly went away because of my werewolf healing.

I can't believe she's gone once again.
She's not gone, we'll find her.
We can only hope Axel.

Before I could respond my father came running into my room making my eyes widen, he was panting but he had a look of determination.

"W-we found a Collin's symbol in Celine's room, it was a small medallion in one of Arsenio's blankets." He stated angrily, his hands fisted to his sides but my brows furrowed, what did that mean?

"What does that mean? What's a Collin's symbol?" I asked in wonder, my heartbeat speeding up in fear, hopefully nothing bad.

"It means that Celine has been captured by the Vampire King, Xavier Collins." He explained, and suddenly the loudest growl erupted from my chest, echoing through the halls and ringing in my own ears, my father growled as well but he more quietly, as we both expressed our rage.

My heart broke, but I will save my sister, she won't stay kidnapped by some bloodsuckers.