A Bloody Rose

Chapter 02

"W-What?" She whispered out. She couldn't believe it. This man could do absolutely anything to her. "Let's go," He directed gruffly, now grabbing Winry by the arm and dragging her to his limousine.

She didn't object – she wanted to – but decided against it. She didn't want to face the consequences that follow after her actions; not again, at least. She remained silent as she was thrown into the long, black car. Lucky for her, she was thrown onto the backseat. They were soft and wide enough for her to fit; in other words, she didn't feel any pain when Frederick had done what he did. Even though she liked how she was laying, and that it felt comfortable, she got up, scooted over to the other side, and sat up straight.

After room was made in the car, the Prince got in and sat beside her. He shut the door and crossed his right left over his left in an etiquette manner. The ride was silent and she was growing stiff. Then, she decided to be bold and break the atmosphere.

"W-What are you going to do with me?" It hadn't come out the way she wanted it to, but at least it came out at all.

"You're the new sacrifice," he answered. "What? Did you think you were going to be treated with royalty here?" He rhetorically asked with venom dripping from every word.

She thought for a moment. 'Sacrifice? As in killing me…?' Then, she decided she was going to be even braver. She mustered up all her courage and used every ounce of it.

"I'm not afraid of dying and I'm certainly not afraid of you," she was reverting back to her old self; like how she used to be when she was a cheerful five year old, without a care in the world. But that was a long time ago; before the war.

He turned his head towards Winry and shot her a deadly glare. "Don't act brave," he scoffed. He then remembered his so-called father's word. Not the first part, but the second.

"Break it apart."

"Break..." The word rang in his head. It was like a broken tape recorder that kept playing again and again.

He continued from where he left off, "You're just a scared little girl and you're longing for someone to hold you on the inside." He had read her like an open book flipped to the page that described her. Not the outside but the inside; hence, her words falling short.

"Bet your family didn't even want you," he murmured. That hit her just like when a bullet comes in contact with your head. "You know nothing," she whispered, barely audible. But he, being a Vampire, caught it.

"Excuse me? I didn't give you permission to retort," he stated to her, rising up an eyebrow. She was going to say something back but she kept her mouth shut. She didn't want him to talk about her family again in a shameful way. Instead, she looked out the window.

Implanted on her face was a wistful look when she noticed a father protecting his daughter from the Vampires that were taking her away. 'Like that can ever happen to me.' Winry inwardly sighed but then she thought about how the daughter felt, how she felt when her dad had forever been taken from her. She wouldn't witness it again.

"Stop the car!" She yelled to the driver. "What?" Frederick asked, annoyed that a human demanded for something of his.

The driver didn't listen to her, afraid that if he did the prince would later do something to him. He just kept driving to the destination they were heading.

She decided to take action since nothing was being done. She unlocked the door and jumped out of the car. She felt herself rolling on the graveled ground. Something was also sliding down her arm.