The Revenant Queen (wlw)

Chapter Forty- One

The slow clicking of the heels against the cobbled stones was painfully recognizable. The vampire, along with hearing the familiar rhythm of the footsteps heard the soft clink of the woman's rings against something metallic. Petra's ears were sharp same as her eyes and sense of smell, and rightfully so she'd recognize the woman anywhere. The moment she saw Adira come through the door that creaked, Petra observed. The queen stood before her in her simplicity, in her predominance, majestic— she continued to tap the metallic object Petra realized was a goblet. The door behind shuts harshly.

In the slender hand was a transparent sack filled with a dark red substance Petra knew was meant for her. She licked her lips, her stomach rumbled, she was starving for a few days and the sight of the blood invoked a dangerous hunger.

"I apologise for the long wait," Adira said, she stood with her hands clasped behind her back, hiding the objects. Isaac wasn't lying when he told his sister about the woman's state, Adira didn't shift back to her usual, beautiful self but was trapped in that devil-like body. The woman felt bad for the queen, she felt responsible for exhausting the woman, being trapped like that must be exhausting.

"You left me to starve," Petra finally mumbled, tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of Adira being so cruel. The woman understood the severity of her actions but depriving her of something as necessary as food was more than a little harsh.

"I know it's horrible, but at least you understand the circumstance now, right? You're no longer obstinate but willing to recognize where you have erred,"

"I cannot find words to express my grief and remorse,"

"Is that so?"

"Yes, and I take full accountability for what happened that day and I beg for your forgiveness." The chains rattled when the woman stood up.

"What exactly did you do to Colette?" Adira questioned, her hands still clasped behind her back. She hid the blood but knew it was the only thing the woman wanted from her. It was the only thing that made her willing to talk and it was the awful truth.

"When she shot the first bullet it grazed my upper arm, I rushed over to her and she fired another. I hit her hard across the wrist. My fingers tangled around her throat and I lifted her into the air, all I could remember after that was her sweet taste, the way she thrashed against me, the way she whimpered instead of scream and then when I was done I threw her across the room."

"Was that all?" The queen asked, suppressing her anger as best as she could. Petra nodded. "Yes, your majesty," and there were several seconds of silence.

"Please," the vampire groaned, her stomach rumbled when the woman continued to pace. She was so weak, her wounds healed slowly, she needed the blood desperately but didn't want to say too much to turn Adira's mind. The last thing she needed was a repeat of seeing colours in all shapes and sizes.

Adira took her time to pour the substance into the goblet after she had enough pacing around. The entire time, she locked eyes with Petra.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, placing the goblet on Petra's lips. Quickly the vampire stretched, moaning as she gulped. The cup leaned back and so did her head. The woman's eyes flashed when she felt the sweet, sweet blood flow through the heart of her being.

Petra hummed, gazing up into Adira's face. The woman surprised her by cupping her face, using her thumb to wipe the smidge of blood away from her lips.

"How long are you going to keep me chained up?"

"Until Colette wakes up,"

"And if she doesn't?"