Son Of The Devil

Part Eight

Lucy

The next few weeks went by horribly slow. Boian never told me what it was we needed to talk about, shutting himself in his basement chambers, only coming up to feed from me, then disappearing before I could recover from his bites. I would waste my time reading or pacing or sitting in the conservatory wishing I could go outside when fall finally faded and turned into winter. The first snow was such a sight to see, I had never seen it up close before, the climate of New Orleans, where Hells Gate was located, never got cold enough. The closest I ever got to seeing snow were the frost covered mornings.

As much as I wanted to go outside and touch the cold white stuff that blanketed the grounds, I had promised Boian that I would not step foot outside until he said it was safe to do so. I had been trying to stay on my best behavior, but honestly, I was starting to feel the remnants of cabin fever. Cooped up here all day with only myself for company. It was rather lonely, and I found myself almost craving Boian's company, no matter how brief our interactions were.

So, I sat in the conservatory, warm cup of hot chocolate in one hand as the wind howled outside, and the day faded quickly to night. I had come to the conclusion that Boian was distancing himself from me, why exactly was unknown. He had hardly said two words to me these past weeks and any attempt I made to talk or ask questions was automatically shot down. Perhaps he really did feel guilty that he could not erase the memories, but that was unlikely as he made it clear he did not care about me. My prison never felt lonelier than it had recently.

Tonight, I figured it would not be any different from the last few weeks I had spent by myself. That's why I was surprised when Boian came to me, dressed casually, his hair tousled like he didn't have a care in the world to fix it, and his bright red eyes looked at me with concern before he masked his feelings.

"Good evening, Lucy." he started, and I turned my attention to him, looking up at his tall form as he stood in front of me.

Then I looked around dramatically, as if I was looking to see if there was anyone else in the room he might be talking to.

"Oh, me?"

His brows furrowed in annoyance as he looked at me, "Yes, you Lucy. There is no one else but us here."

"Huh, and here I was starting to think you forgot I existed."

Did I care? Not particularly, but I was starting to feel even more caged up than I had been feeling when he actually talked to me. It would be better if he would just feed from me and leave like he always did instead, I did not want to hope.

"What do you want Boian?"

He ignored my obvious attitude before answering, "There are some vampires on their way here, to restock our supplies and check things out around the grounds. I have spotted the wolves more recently around my wards and we need to fix any holes in them to be safe."

"Ok, how does that affect me exactly?" I asked, raising a brow.

"I need you to go downstairs to my chambers and wait for them to finish before you come back out."

"Are you serious? Can I not just go to my own room?"

"Quite serious, Lucy. The others are not like me. If they see you, and can get to you, they will drain you dry." Boian gave me a stern look, and I knew he meant what he said.

"I see, and what about your promise to keep me safe? Would you let them get to me if I was upstairs?"

"This is not up for debate. The easiest and best way I can keep you safe is for you to be downstairs, out of sight. All I need from you is to listen to me without argument."