Misha the Beast Tamer

Chapter 17

The meeting approached, It was the last class of the day. I was a bundle of nerves as I made my way to the prison. As organised, a guard was waiting for me at the gate. He greeted me with a slight bow and in a gruff, heavily accented voice he said,

"Afternoon, Princess. My name is Wesco. I will take you straight to him. Follow me, please."

I followed closely behind him. Even though the halls were empty and there were no prisoners in sight, the prison reeked of fear, suffering, and helplessness.

There was also something else that made my body shudder, it hung around us like a black cloud. It was evil, suffocating, and empty. I don't know if it was an otherworldly presence or that the prison had held so much evil things in its history that it has become tainted by them. I don't remember feeling this way the last time I had visited the prison, something had changed and not for the better.

These feelings did not help my nerves, whatsoever.

I was led to Emrick's cell, he was shackled and staring at the floor as he usually was. Before I opened my mouth, Emrick cut in.

"So, you've come to help me Princess?" He whispered

"Yes." I replied.

There was a pause, before he continued.

"But there is a catch. I must look at you before you will give me that piece of paper hiding in your dress. You want to look into my eyes and see if what I tell you about no longer needing blood is the truth."

"Yes." I replied again.

Emrick sighed.

"I will try my best Princess, but your virgin blood is mouthwatering. Just a warning princess, I might not be able to control my inner predator and he will show his true face. You've been warned."

I started to think, was his true face ugly or frightening and that's why he was ashamed of it. My question was answered yet again by Emrick.

"Actually, it's the opposite Princess. My true face is alluring, you'll be instantly drawn to it and you'll find yourself willing to do anything to keep it exposed. That's why I am a perfect predator. Your Highness. But if it means I will finally get out of here. I will look you in the eye and tell you that all i've said is the truth."

He took in a deep breath and looked straight at me.

"I promise you Princess, that all i've told you about Ronin, and myself has been the truth. I no longer require human blood to survive, but my body does not forget its cravings so easily. So it reacts just as it would when I still required blood to survive. This happens mostly when I get a scent of virgin blood."

I looked deeply into his golden eyes and took in his handsome features. The only thing that was any bit of a resemblance to a beast was his wet lips and the drips of venom or drool forming at the corner of his mouth.

My face burnt as I ripped my eyes away from his and handed him the paper and charcol pencil. Our hands touched for a second and it was like his hand had spread his icyness to mine or had drained the warmth from them.

I continued looking down as I heard scratching of pencil to paper. There was a clank of shackles, a rustle of paper as the letter was handed back to me.

" I hate having to communicate with Ronin by human means. If it wasn't for these silver shackles, thick walls, magic spells and charms that are used as a barrier to keep us in and no chance of communication getting out, I would've commanded Ronin to help me.

As creator's we can do this to our creations and they have no choice but to obey. Anyway, Back on topic, send this to the healer Arioch Green of Newcara, he will see that Ronin gets this.