Am I Still Dreaming? ~ Kingdom of the Immortals

Am I Still Dreaming? {12}

-12-

Albert returns with a very large bag. How many bottles does he have? He pulls out one of the bottles, and sets in on the counter near me. Then, he pulls a string to turn the light on. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. I had to be careful to make sure that I don’t poison you. Your death needs to be slow and painful.” 

“Go to hell!” 

He sneers and pulls out a book out of the bag. As my eyes focus on it I scream. He takes this opportunity to pour the bottle of elixir down my throat. I stare at him with panic-filled eyes and I have no choice, but to swallow the red liquid. It takes me a minute to realize that the red liquid doesn’t taste terrible, I actually want more of it. He recognizes the hungry gleam in my eyes and laugh, “You can get more, if you tell me what you were planning on doing this this book.” 

“I was hoping that you would tell me what you were doing to taint the elixir,” I answer mindlessly. 

“After that?” 

“I didn’t think of that yet, but Niklaus wanted to kill you,” I listen to what I just said, and I just want to slap myself. Now he is going to go after Niklaus! 

Albert smirks, “Good thing he is already in Silent Creek! I’ll be able to sense when they are all dead, which should be by night fall.” 

I sigh, “What did you use to poison the-” 

“I ask the questions around here,” He hisses. He forces my mouth open and pours the red liquid down again. I squirm and struggle against him. Why is he trying to make me immortal so quickly? Is he planning on killing me tonight? 

I swallow and stare at him in disgust, “Won’t I be more dangerous to you as an immortal?” 

“Well you won’t be around for much longer, plus, I doubt you will be able to break those chains,” He goes over to the spell book and my eyes widen with alarm. 

“What are you doing?” 

He stays silent. I watch him drop the book in front of me and then climb up the creaky wooden stairs. I sit in suspense for what feels like an eternity. He returns moments later with a box of matches. He lights a match and flicks it at the book. He does this with three other matches before the book is reduced to a pile of ashes. 

There goes my chances of saving the immortals. 

“Now that you don’t have a saving grace, tell me how did you plan to rescue your immortal friends?” 

I keep my head down. I don’t have to answer this jerk. Only seconds later I realize that I don’t feel the urge to answer him. I peer up at Albert through the golden curtain of my hair. Why don’t I feel compelled to answer him? 

I look at the pile of ashes that were once the book of spells that belonged to Bonnie. The book! It is destroyed; that must mean that it’s magical properties are no longer effective on me. At the moment, it seems like the only logical answer. 

Then I realize that Albert is waiting for an answer, I decide to make him think that I am still under the influence of the spell, “Go to the Silent Creek in my dreams.” 

“Trust me, there will be more than enough time for sleep by the end of the night,” He grins picking up another bottle. I sigh in resignation knowing that I am completely powerless.