Trusting the Devil

Chapter 4: Sage

Sage

I woke up in the dead silence. Cold, Lost, HUNGRY. But, it didn't feel like my normal hunger... It was powerful, more intense, and almost unbearable. It turned my insides into flames. I clenched my stomach as the hunger only grew stronger. I was in a dark and small place. I felt the expensive wood all around me. It was tight and small around my body. I gasped: I was in a coffin. My heart dropped as I glanced at my still body. My chest wasn't moving, I wasn't breathing. Then, it hit me. I died. How was I thinking and how was I hungry if I were dead? It didn't make any sense. I needed to figure out what was going on. I needed to get out of here. Fast. Soon. This hunger was unbearable.

As I ran my fingers through the edges of the box, I let myself remember what got me into this mess, and how I died. It all came back to me. Logan had killed me. He let me fall to my death. How could he? I thought I was special to him.

How wrong I was. How foolish.

Suddenly, an inhuman strength crashed through me and I opened the lid. It creaked a little. I needed to find answers. I was aware that I wasn't going to be the same after the betrayal. Another painful betrayal from someone I had considered my family. A rumble sounded from the pit in my stomach. My hunger was killing me and I needed to find food. Fast.

I can't be dead, right? Oh my God, Nina! She was there with me! They couldn't have killed her, could they? I needed to be quiet. I could be anywhere and nowhere.

Fuck Logan. No matter what his explanation would be, I would not let myself fall again for his charms. My non-beating heart ached at the thought, but I knew my worth. I sized down the room. It was a huge bedroom that was opposite to my vibe. Ruby red and some gold sprinkled in with the decoration. But, I loved it. I loved the details in gold and the redness of the room was not annoying, on the contrary, I loved it The lights were so unbelievably bright that they burned my pupils and sparked new flames of hunger in me. As I adjusted to the lights, I climbed out of the wooden box. The first thing that I heard was his low grumbly voice. It seemed far away. How could I perfectly listen to what he was saying if he was far away? He was talking to someone about me. I gasped as I heard my name roll out of his mouth.

"We need to tell Sage's parents about her death. It's been twelve hours and she still hasn't woken up. I think we were too late."

"We trusted you with this, son. You promised us nothing but success."

"I know and I'm sorry that I have failed you." His voice seemed broken, but not because he failed the mission. My palms began to sweat. He was mourning me.

"Do you know how much your mess will cost us to repair? This means war between vampire hunters and vampires and this time, it'll be our fault for killing the hunters' princess who happens to be their heir." The voice sounded annoyed and bored at the same time.

This must've been Logan's mom, the queen, talking to him. More importantly, who were the vampire hunters, and what was my connection to them? Another wave of hunger hit me and I fell to the floor, fighting for consciousness as my sister's voice washed through the hallways. I didn't need my newfound super-hearing to listen to what she was saying– or yelling–to Logan.

"How could you do this to her? How could you kill my only sister? Your mate!" I heard a gasp which I presumed was his mother's. But what broke my heart was my sister's tears and gasps as she tried to talk. She thought she had lost her other half. Me.

"Yes! She was my mate! I found that out the moment she hit the ground and DIED. The bond that I didn't know existed melted away. It was weak and unrecognizable!" He took a deep breath and continued, "That's why I was on my knees and cried. It broke me."