Be Careful When You Bite Me

Chapter Two

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Chapter Two

It took a while for me to correctly register everything they had so easily said into my brain.

My eyes widened and I snapped," That's only if you fail to erase my memory?"

"Yes," the Queen responded," but if it fails, we have to go with the other option."

"Well, when can you try?" I asked.

"Tomorrow night, the full moon will be out, then we will have our maximum strength."

I thought the full moon crap was for werewolves.

"I can't stay until tomorrow!" I snapped," my family, they don't know that I'm okay-."

"I'm afraid you have no other choice," said the Queen.

"But what about my parents!" I asked.

"We will arrange for someone to get you a phone call," she said," but as for now, Damon will escort you to your room, we ask that you remain inside, the castle is no place for a human."

Damon began to drag me away again when the King's stern voice froze us both," Damon, have you forgotten something?"

"Please inform me father," said Damon.

"Your punishment," said the king.

"My apologies father, it slipped my mind," Damon said.

"You will keep watch of the dungeon for a week."

I opened my mouth as if to protest on Damon's behalf, it was Seth, therefore he should take the punishment, but I saw Damon's eyes widen in happiness for a slight second, before nodding," Yes father."

Had I imagined the glint in his eyes? I must have had. Why would a prince possibly be happy about becoming Dungeon Keeper for the week?

I let my head hang as if it was getting heavy with my thoughts and let him drag me to my room. We must have been walking for over ten minutes, passing hallways with entrances that led to even more hallways, statues, and sculptures that seemed priceless when finally we slowed down at yet another corridor.

"Here it is," said Damon, stopping in front of two brown wooden doors.

"Here's what," I asked, caught up in my thoughts.

"I had thought trouble was the only thing you can produce but now I know it's making my life difficult as well," he sighed and opened the doors," This is your room."

He pushed past me and went to close the windows. The room was similar to the one I was in before, with black curtains and matching plush carpets covering the ground. In the middle was a grey king-size bed stationed between two cedar wooden dressers.

"Never leave the windows open," he said," Never."

I nodded with no urge to find out why.

I sat on the bed," I-I don't have clothes."

"In the closet there you should find something suitable," his eyes turned a dark, angry shade, and he spat out, " you have caused me more trouble than you are worth so tomorrow when we erase your memory, you will participate like a good little human with no more backtalk."