My Eternal Nightmare

Chapter 9

I was sure I heard him wrong. That just had to be the case. Me moving into a house with just Asher was simply impossible; it was something that could never happen.

You heard him wrong Viola, just breathe. Wait. You don't breathe. Whatever.

"We need to talk, father." Asher said  and left the dinning room with his father behind him. I remained, the now constant feeling of hopelessness nestled itself happily in my chest. They returned in a few minutes, Asher wearing a hard face and King Tarius back to his freaky, happy self.

"Well, you don't have to pack anything Asher and Viola has nothing to pack anyway." King Tarius chuckled.

I stood up slowly, my palms balled into fists so they wouldn't shake. It would be harder for my parents to find me if they kept moving me from place to place. The only person who probably knew where I was right now was, Ca... No, I wouldn't think of that. I wouldn't think of him. Why would the king suddenly change his mind? What was the information passed across to him that made him do so? Why would it affect me this way?

"Why the sudden change of plans?" I asked, my voice surprisingly steady.

Yeah, you go girl! I cheered myself.

"I think you should leave now. I don't see the point of waiting, everything will be arranged before you land." The king said, ignoring me totally, with a wide smile on his face.

Now?!

"Now?!" I voiced out.

"Yes dear," He replied, smile in place. "The car should be waiting outside right now."

"Wait, it's broad daylight. You expect me to just walk out?" I asked, disbelief openly drenched in my voice.

He chuckled lightly, "Oh dear princess, you don't have to worry about that anymore," he replied with a wink. "Your whole world is about to change."

With that, he turned his back to Asher and I, and walked out again, without looking back. I knew he wasn't lying, everything would change. Dammit, everything seemed to have changed already. But walking out in broad daylight? I was hesitant to try that. Asher grabbed my hand and began dragging me out. I smacked his hand off and hissed. 

"Don't touch me." I shot and walked out after the king. I'd choose burning to ashes over him any day.

What else could I do? I was utterly hopeless after all. I couldn't fight for myself, I had lost the battle before I even realized there was one, my fate was in their hands now. I, Viola Nessander, was stuck in a never ending nightmare. I never thought this could ever happen to me. It was quite depressing really. I could not save myself, the years of training- totally useless now. I mentally slapped myself, I had to stop thinking this way, self pity didn't suit me.

Asher followed silently behind me, his face giving up nothing. Taking a desperate leap of faith, I walked out of the grand doors to the foyer and I saw a limo parked, waiting, just as the King had said. I also wasn't in any pain, just as the King had said.

How? What the hell was happening? It felt like the world was tilting and I felt ill. This couldn't be happening. What had been done to me? I felt panic rise within me and tried my best to pat it down. I was fine a few seconds later, I had to deal with the matter at hand first.

The chauffeur opened the door with a smile I wanted to tear off his face. I stood paralyzed, staring at the sleek black limo. This was it. If I went in, whatever happened next would be out of my hands, I would be voluntarily giving in, giving up. I wasn't used to giving up, it was something I just never did, and here I was.

You're not giving up Viola, this is the only way. I told myself.

Asher brushed past me and went in. I looked back and saw the King watching me with his blue, twinkling eyes. I knew he was waiting to see what I would do. But what could I do really? I sighed and looked forward again. How the hell did I let this happen? I hadn't even overcome the shock of being married yet! Heck, I still couldn't fully process the fact that I was being withheld against my wish. Now, I was being plunged into something else. An unknown territory. With another sigh, I went into the car too. I closed my eyes as the chauffeur shut the door.

Why exactly was this happening again? Did we really have to move? Would it really be just Asher and I? What was the King up to? Why would he suddenly change his mind?

Think, Viola, think.

I opened my eyes immediately as I got my answer. Of course! How could I have been so thick! My parents had found me! My parents! I knew they would find me! Relief began to wash over me till I was reminded of the current situation.

I was leaving. No, I couldn't. I instantly lost it then.

"Stop the car!" I yelled but nothing happened. "I said stop the damn car!"

I tried the doors but they were locked and wouldn't budge.

"Let me out!" I yelled.

"Stop it!" Asher yelled, holding my hands.

"Let go!" I yelled, struggling. He held my hands with a single hand and covered my mouth with the second. I stamped his foot repeatedly and he howled with pain, releasing my hands and mouth. I tried the door again but it was still wouldn't budge. I felt Asher hit my head with his elbow, so much for not hitting girls.  He did it again, and this time, -you guessed it, I passed out.

***

I groaned as I awoke, the throbbing pain in my head was back. I would kill Asher the instant I could, I decided. I slowly opened my eyes, and from what I could gather, I was in a private airplane. I realized my hands were cuffed, this time the cuffs weren't electrostatic, and for some reason I was slightly offended. My thoughts soon went down the lane I had been trying to avoid. I had no idea what was going on, why was this happening to me? I hoped my parents would find me fast, and what was the deal with being able to walk in broad daylight? I shivered as I recalled the way it had no effect on me. It simply wasn't natural. I was starting to feel more human than vampire. I bared my fangs to confirm I was still my true self.

Okay, relax. Just relax. Everything will be okay. I cooed myself.

I felt a tear roll down my face, and instantly wiped it off. No way. They wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing me break. I would get off this damn plane and I would survive. I would survive.

I will not go down this way.