Chapter 7: Isabelle's Pov

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My eyes examine the area surrounding me; the waterfall with strings flowing energetically with passion, each string delicately placed to flow simultaneously creating a draft of wind that freshens up the atmosphere and small drops splashing as they crash onto the surface feeding the wildlife surrounding it.

This place is magnificent, and I want to experience and see all of it so, so bad. But I know that I have to follow my plan since I have a deadline of three days before my mom goes ape shit on my ass. Which is a highly unrealistic deadline, but one can only hope that everything goes according to plan... But what exactly is the plan now? I think that I may have severe dementia because I can't remember a single thing from the plan and all that is in my knowledge at this very moment; is how excruciatingly tired I am. Maybe if I ask them nicely, we can all take a small nap right here...the grass looks very soft and comfy, I think thirty minutes will do.

My eyes move all around the area searching for the best place to nap, which I have no idea why I'm doing it since I know damn well no one is going to allow me to take a fucking nap, but false hope is still a form of hope. As I am feeding my delusions, a small tug on my hand snap's me straight back to reality, and now I am experiencing the feeling of having a very cold hand. Because for some reason that is still unknown to me, Aires has removed his hand from mine leaving me cold like I said.

I know I'm being very dramatic, but my hand is actually cold

Well, not from him removing his hand, but the sudden temperature drop. And it's not a small drop, I mean like its suddenly so fucking freezing that I can see a trail of smoke leaving my mouth as I release low breaths. And maybe the fact that it went from extremely hot to hypothermia freezing, is normal here, but I highly doubt it. Because then this place's seasons suck, like really bad and then I am going to advise them to hit the factory fucking reset button.

Almost acting on instinct my hands move to wrap around my body to keep out the cold, but before they can reach my middle and fulfill their task, his arms surround my stomach, and I am snatched to the side of one of the rocks by Aires who is currently telling me to shush. With one of Aires hands covering my mouth to prevent me from making any sound that could possibly endanger us, I start lightly and very softly rising my head above the rock to be able to have any idea of what is going on. As my eyes rise slightly above the rock the sight of my friends hiding at the opposite side of the scene enters my vision and the question of why we are all hiding fills my thoughts. Maybe I missed something because I genuinely have no idea why we are hiding and why my mouth is still being covered, and I am being told to be quiet by Aires. And for another unknown reason I trust him and shimmy downwards and lean back into him to get further behind the protection of the rock, the only evidence that we are there is the smoke coming from our mouths. 

But what are we hiding from?

Maybe it's a giant crocodile, or a snake. If it's either, then I'm actually going to shit myself because I hate both of them. My questions get an almost immediate answer because the sound of loud footsteps fill the air, and it sounds like it's not only one person creating the footsteps. But multiple, and if I am being honest, I'd rather pet the crocodile than get in a fight with creatures from this realm. Because I am a really weak vampire and have no control over my abilities, and I am kind of more like a liability to my friends in this situation since one the only thing that I can actually do is fight, but not like vampire fast like human fast; since I was taught by my brother and secondly if one of these strangers offer me food, then I'd let them take me without a fight. Okay so maybe I am being dramatic again and won't do that, but fuck am I starving. 

My thoughts come to an abrupt halt and all of our future plans that I was trying to remember, are now going to change without a doubt, since I am currently being picked up by my hair by one of the strangers. A loud cry escapes from me justifying the sudden pain that captured me, and suddenly I am clinging on to this mystery man wishing and praying for the pain to come to an end. So now that we have cleared that my reflexes are atrocious, and I am very much an idiot since I am clinging onto a man whom I don't even know when I can be defending myself because fighting is one of the few things that I am actually very good at.

Taking a deep breath through my nose and exhaling through my mouth, deeply providing me with some sort of calming method; My body starts moving with a mind of its own and within seconds the guy who was previously holding me by my hair, is now on the floor getting kicked in an awful area for him, by my gorgeous black boots. The guy's cries fill the air, signaling that he might be in pain giving me an opportunity push him aside and rid him of all of his weapons to prevent him from being able to attack us with it. Once I have thrown it all to Aires, who might I add may just as well not have been here since he didn't do shit and just staring straight ahead. My gaze sweeps the area, and my heart makes its way towards my asshole since we are completely surrounded by huge men who I think are guards who work for the royal family, because they are wearing uniforms with the royal symbol.

My eyes widen and my hands make their way up in the air dropping one of the knives that I just took, signaling that I am very much surrendering. And my friends find their way next to me and mimic my movements, because we all might not be the brightest or smartest, but we know damn well that there is no way that we are going to be able to fight these men and walk out victorious or alive.

Fuck there goes our plan, which might not be that bad since I don't even remember the plan to begin with. But seriously now, what if we die? Then this was all a big waste, like what the fuck I could be taking a big nap in my very comfortable bed and not be covered in sweat and blood.

This fucking sucks.

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