Captive Of The Count

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Amara's pov

I didn't move at his threat. I was rooted to my spot with the thoughts of how life without legs is going to be like, it will be tough!

I won't be able to run through the castle hallways. I can't walk puppy Orian and let her chase butterflies with me in my favorite Meadows. I won't be able to pounce on Eros, uncle Andros or Dad and tackle them to the ground screaming that I won. I won't be able to twirl and dance around while Mum plays the piano with Dad applauding.

Rose and I won't be able to leap from the balconies and scale the walls. Hell! I won't even be able to tiptoe for my first kiss, you should not think of kisses in this situation, you are about to get your legs chopped off by an axe! Terren would hate me more without legs if he already hates my belly and that would be very bad.

On the bright side, Nico will have a fellow wheelchair mate and he wouldn't feel sad that he's the only different one.

I haven't talked to him much back at the pack cause he is always grumpy and once he rejected my cookies harshly when I offered but I guess we would work it out. We can have matching wheelchairs and play all the hand games in the world so we won't be bored and then maybe finally he would get to smile and be happy.

So, if I lose my legs at least one person gets to be happy about it a-

"Come here." He commanded halting my thoughts and I directed my gaze at him.

His voice was in that same scary tone that he used on Mr. Charles and it sent shivers down my spine, goosebumps rose on my skin, and puppy Orian whimpered, he is surely going to feed me to crocodiles and that is worse than having your legs chopped off.

I didn't heed his command. I just stared at him, memorizing how his silver orbs pinned me with a cold glare, the way his tatted fingers drummed at the top of the table, and that usual bleak expression on his face.

"Why don't we go out and check if you sparkle in the sun?" I suggested trying to avoid being crocodile snack, "Oh, It's night." I shook my head with a mental face palm, "And I bet you don't even sparkle cause you know you are like a half-demon, half vamp and you don't necessarily have to act like a demon in this case. I could tell my dad to get me a bucket of glitter so I can pour it over you and then you will sparkle day and night. Thinking of sparkling, I should have named the puppy sparkles but that's in the past now." I let out a nervous chuckle running my fingers in her fur, "I named her after you, Orian. So she's puppy Orian and you are Big Orian. Or, I could just call you grump and call her puppy Orian, and then we c-"

"I ate a puppy when I was five." He pushed back his chair, the legs screeched against the floor tiling while I tried to absorb his words. I stepped back, my stomach twisting in disgust as protective instincts kicked in me. He truly was a devil, who eats a puppy? I glared at him, watching as he leaned over the table while a scared puppy orian scurried in my arms, I could feel her fear just like I could feel resentment emanating from Orian.

"Well..." I trailed off reaching into my pockets as he pushed off the table and made his way towards me, slow, calculated, graceful strides, "I won't let you eat this one!" I retrieved the pen knife in there, curled my fingers around the handle, and aimed it at him.

It went right where I wanted it, his neck.

I didn't wait around to see him groan in pain or go red with anger.