Crimson Heir

Chapter Six

Taken to a different room that was on the third floor, farthest room to the East wing there was, Levi said it was my new room. The whole walk back we were quiet. If I was able to see my mother, she must've really been close or within these rooms. My chest tightened each time I had thought about her, not sure if I believed Helsing or he was threatening me. Either way, it was a vague sting that shot my heart.

Levi sat in front of me in a leather-bound chair, painted with golds and had a nice raw red tint to the leather. I was propped up in the center of the bed with my leg hoisted up on a pillow to alleviate my sprained ankle. The doctor had come by to check it out shortly after we arrived but he was uncertain if it broke, even when I argued the whole time that I heard the snap, crackle, pop. A grisly sound that I can't unhear when I look over to my foot. The doctor supplied me with a blue liquid that smelled like harsh herbs and willingly I drank it to stop the pain.

"At least you didn't break it, how else are you supposed to escape? Crawling?" Levi said with a smug grin on his face, a dimple appeared on his cheek. It was comforting to see he found entertainment from my - yet again - failed attempt to escape.

I turned my head away from him and exhaled dramatically, "Wouldn't you love to see that."

He sat forward and clasped his hands together, "Miss De'Neer, everything you do is funny. You keep trying these little antics that are failing almost miserably," he paused and pointed at my foot, "quite literally."

"You stressed me out and made me miscalculate my drop," I snapped at him.

"I stressed you out? Do you understand how stressed I was to not have sights on you for approximately six minutes and fourteen seconds," he scoffed and sat back again, crossing his leg over the other. "My head is merely moments away from being detached."

"Yeah, I know. Unfortunate," I said, rolling my eyes.

The way his jaw dropped was slightly amusing but I bit my inner cheek to hold back giggling at him and his uncanny reactions.

"Apologize," he whined. I shook my head.

"I'm telling Helsing that you're being a brat," he rolled his neck and the crunch was wicked. He stood up from the seat and held his arm over his chest delicately, "You still haven't apologized from stabbing me in my pit either."

"I don't plan to," I said with a smile in the corner of my lips as I made eye contact with him. Never ceases to amaze me how white his hair was and how long and beautiful he's kept it, especially for someone who definitely kills people for a living.

"Good night, Miss De'Neer."

Levi left the room and I swore I heard a lock click once he closed the door behind him.

"Hey!" I yelled out, my throat dry.

A suppressed chuckle was heard from the other side of the door and I balled a fist up, hitting the bed beside me. It got frustrating listening to how laid back he was and how this was probably such a joke to him. Makes me wonder how he's one of Helsing's main men. Helsing is so, I don't know. Strange, quiet, and rough around the edges. Levi is a jokester, tender, and almost soft-spoken. Almost polar opposites. Helsing has long black hair that shares a blue tint in the moonlight and Levi's hair is so gorgeously silver. Helsing's touch is needy, lustful. Levi's touch is gentle, caring. This buzzed my core to awaken and I sharply inhaled. I shook my head and my body expelled a shiver down my spine to shake the feeling.

Time passed slowly and it drove every nerve in my body to suppress the drowsiness I endured. Sunlight beamed in my room and dust particles floated in the bright rays. This room was almost the exact same as the other I resided in but it had no mirrors, no vases, no tall chairs, and the window had a blockade of steel bars. Someone planned this room very thoroughly.