The Vampire Prince | Book One ✔ (Needs Editing)

Flesh | Chapter 6

That night I barely slept, which was all part of the plan for Christian and Stark—to make sure that I was too exhausted to fight back or throw my sass at them. They believed I'd be more cooperative if all I wanted to do is sleep and to eat.

They arrived at sunrise, cheerful as always.

"Do you understand your situation?" Stark asked crouching down to my level. I gave a slight nod and held my breath.

"Yes, just stand in my shoes for a moment and realize how wrong all of this is. What if you were the one chained to this wall? Would you just accept defeat and be sold to a vampire who can kill people so easily?"

"But I'm not human; never have been. My mom was human and my father was a vampire, odd isn't it? I didn't feed until I was around twenty which was the moment I became a full vampire." Christian explained.

"Which is why he has no idea how fragile humans truly are." Stark pointed out.

"Then, you understand?" I asked.

"Well, to a certain extent I suppose. When our father figured out that I was human he immediately had Christian turn me. I was terrified but I would do anything for vampires—even when I was human." He explained.

"So no, you wouldn't understand. I won't be a vampire, I'll be a human slave, a walking blood bag." I sighed. Christian grinned and pulled out the same knife as the day before.

"Enough chit-chat, lets get this party started, shall we?" He slowly approached trying to create tension and fear.

"Well, shit." I whispered and braced myself. My body tensed and I held my breath.

I wasn't asked any questions this time around. I was cut over and over again without being healed until the end—long after they fed from me, nearly killing me. This was the price for my disrespect toward the Vampire Prince. Not a single tear shed, not a single scream, I couldn't even bother to fight back. Just because the wounds were healed doesn't mean I'd stop feeling the pain.

I took my punishment quietly without refusing the pain of each and every little cut.

It went on forever, longer than the last time. I lost a lot more blood this time around, I was surprised that I hadn't died.

"She's really taking it today isn't she?" Christian sounded amused.

"She may nearly be ready for the Prince." Stark spoke quietly.

"Should we stop for today?" Christian glanced at Stark who nodded in agreement.

"Yes. I'll go grab a bucket of water to clean her up a bit." I went to decline but he was gone before I could even open my mouth.

While I stared where Stark once stood I noticed Christian inch closer, his face inches from mine. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

"It seems my brother has taking a liking to you," he chuckled, "don't get me wrong, he won't influence my decision of what will happen to you. So expect the worst."

And with those words he let go of me and stood up. I took a deep breath feeling completely drained.

"You're awful." I stated.

"Aren't we all?" Christian glanced down at me, with a smirk that tugged at his pale pink lips.

"Alright, I brought the water." Stark appeared in front of me, a cloth in his hand as he set the bucket next to me.

"I'll be going now, be home by dinner. Father will be expecting you to show up this time." Christian squeezed Stark's shoulder before disappearing.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to wash you down a bit." He whispered dipping the clean cloth into the water. He cleared his throat and brought the cloth to my arms.

"Why do humans have to submit their whole being to Vampires?" I asked.

"We're superior, we can control humans easily because we're stronger and faster. We are a being that is made to over rule the human race."

He gently glided the warm cloth down my arms cleaning away blood and dirt. It felt good, the warmth of the cloth warming my cold skin.

"I can't do it—completely submit myself to a vampire. I watched a Vampire kill my real family four years ago, and then I watched Christian kill my second family." I closed my eyes trying to avoid eye contact with him.

"It must be hard, but Christian and I have to do what we have to for our family. I hope you understand that."

I nodded slightly, unaware of the circumstances but I understood. I would do anything for my family as well. For the family that was now dead, gone from my world and into another—hopefully.

A life of misery is what they were skipping, and I couldn't ask for more than that, but at the same time, guilt crept up knowing that I was alive and they weren't.

I was being ate up inside, with an overwhelming pressure crushing down my chest and my shoulders. I was miserable, but I wanted to live, I wanted to live for the people that I let down.