My Savior

Chapter Two- Unfortunate Events

I wake to a rustling sound. I open my eyes to see Rowena sitting criss-crossed on the bed and staring at her wrists, her back on the wall. 

"She took them off..." She murmured to herself.

 I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I ruffled my wings, tightening them around me for more warmth, snuggling my face into them.

"She looks cold but comfortable at the same time. Would she want a blanket? It's the least I could do since she took the handcuffs off, right?" She whispered to herself. 

It took everything in me not to laugh. She called me an abomination yet she's acting like she cares about me. How weird.

I was so caught up in my own speculations that I hadn't heard her when she got up. I only noticed her when I felt a blanket being draped over my body. My wings twitched and she stopped for a moment, hesitating, before she continued. Once she put it over me I heard her grab something and sit on the bed. I heard the TV turn on and Fox News started to play. 

It droned on about politics for around 40 minutes. During those forty minutes I finally decided to get up and sat on the edge of my bed with the redhead. Eventually it started talking about England. All was well until..

"18 year old Prince Skylair Helavia was found dead in his palace. England is now without a prince. Who will succeed to the throne when the King and Queen pass?"

"That's rather dark to start the morning." Rowena muttered as she continued to turn off the TV. Meanwhile, My wings flared as the words were looping around my mind. 18 year old Prince Skylair Helavia found dead..18 year old Prince Skylair Helavia found dead.. No. No, no, no. Not again

"Turn it back on." I said coldly. I watched as she flinched and hesitated, startled and confused.

"Are you deaf? I said, turn it back on." She turned it on and what I saw was enough to make me dwindle on the verge of a breakdown.

"Prince Skylair Helavia was found in his chambers by one of the servants, Alia Crow. Here are some pictures, most of them blurred."

The newswoman said before pictures were displayed of his chambers which were blurred because of how bloodied everything was. My breath hitched and I could feel the redhead staring at me. 

Everything was covered in blood, his bed, the walls, the floor, the mirror, the dresser, the windows...just everything.

 My phone then vibrated in my pocket which made me jump, making Rowena jump as well. I take my phone from my pocket. It was Dean. I answered and put the phone to my ear. 

"Rin, we heard. Are you okay?" I heard Dean's voice which was laced with concern. 

"Do you want the truth?" I ask, trying to keep my voice from breaking.

 "Yes, why wouldn't we?" Sam asked. 

"My brother is dead. How the hell do you think I feel?" I said angrily, my wings twitching uncontrollably. "How would you feel if Dean died?" 

"Hey, calm down Rin, we get it, we're sorry." 

"Oh, you get it?" I asked as my voice finally started to break and I got up off the bed and started pacing, the redhead just staring at me in concern, "My brother is dead, Sam! Dean is still alive. So no, you don't get it!" I screamed into the phone.

 "Rin-" Dean started, I cut him off, "No. Enough. I'll call you back later." I heard both of them sigh in defeat.

 "Fine, bye Rin, control yourself." 

"I'll try." I muttered as I hung up and sighed as I leant on the desk and closed my eyes.

At the moment, I was sure my eyes were a glowing blood red from my vampiric side as I felt Rowena staring at me.

 "Do you have a staring problem?" I snapped at her. 

She hesitated before shaking her head, "Are you okay?" She asked carefully. 

"Do I look like it?" 

"No..?" She got up and placed a hand on my shoulder. I flinched and she quickly pulled away. Her eyes were fearful but held intense concern as well.

 "Sorry." She said, "It's fine." I responded as I sighed. 

I wanted to go out and shoot some targets again but I couldn't leave the witch alone and I don't trust that she will just stand there. I groaned as I finally got my wings under control and opened my eyes. "Okay.." I murmured to myself. I straightened and walked to my closet grabbing a black sweatshirt to tie on my waist. I motioned to Rowena to follow me as I walked out the room.

"What are we doing?" She asked. "We aren't doing anything." I said.

I didn't want to be cruel but I don't trust this woman.

I walk over to the table where her handcuffs lay and I pick them up. I heard her sigh as the metal clanked.

"Really?" She asked annoyed.

"I am not in the mood for your attitude, witch." I said sternly. "And if you must know, yes really. I don't trust you in the slightest bit."

"Then why did you take them off last night?" She asked.

"I was tired and not thinking straight." I said.

"Sure, dear." She said in a flirtatious manner. 

I must say, her accent and voice are lovely and angelic. Any other time I would have fallen for it, but I am too furious and sad to at the moment.

"That won't work on me, witch." I said as I finished putting her handcuffs on.

"Aw, pity." She sighed theatrically. 

I led her back to my room and sat her in the chair. "Now, you stay here and read a book or something." I gestured to the bookshelf next to the desk which held roughly around 70 books.

I left the room and closed the door before she could say another word.

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Hey guys, here is chapter two of My Savior. I hope you enjoyed!

-Dusk <3