Chapter 5 ∣ Welcome to Hollywood
-Annika
Time stands still...
I have no indication of when the sun falls behind an unseen horizon or when the moon rises in its place.
I don't recall the last time the white beams have fallen on my form, caressing my skin as Locaine wraps his strong arms around my shoulders...
...protecting me.
He can't protect me...not from this.
Evie was about four when she showed the first signs that she had the gift of blood magic. She tripped down the stairs and got so mad that Killian hadn't caught her. The trickle of blood floated in the air, and the globe began to morph in all directions.
That's the moment I began training her.
It's a pity Locaine never knew...
I wonder how he would have reacted, knowing we had brought a hybrid into this world.
We'd always just assumed she was a pureblood vampire, taking after her father in every way.
It's even more reason that Killian had taken Evie to safety.
How do I know if Evie is still alive?
The answer is quite simple.
You see...the only reason I'm still alive, is because Killian has been diligent in keeping his promise to us. The recognized coven leaders only need one of us, but they would prefer Evie. It only took a few beatings...bringing me to the brink of death before I accidentally spoke about her inherent ability for blood magic.
I know full well that I'm living on borrowed time.
I don't know how long it has been, but it feels like centuries.
I've been used for experiments...
Apparently...blood magic has a two-way connection.
The recognized coven leaders want to overthrow Locaine, their power and greed has only escalated as the rest of the vampire world worships him. No one would ever think to turn against him. I feel their jealousy and hatred every time...because they take it out on me behind closed doors.
Even if I'm being controlled, I'm not strong enough to kill Locaine, and they know this. They are waiting for the day that Evie is revealed, making herself known to this world.
I slowly lift my head up from the resting point of my chin. The sound of the keys sliding into the lock and clicking meets my ears while the door is thrown open, light instantly blinding me.
I close my eyes tightly, shaking my head from side to side.
My wrists are chained together with silver-laced shackles bolted directly into the ceiling above me. My ankles are captured by the second pair of restrains, my feet barely able to move three inches. I wear nothing but a matching set of black lacy underwear and a bra. There are two needles inserted down the sides of my stomach, secured in place by multiple pieces of white tape.
One needle feeds Clexane, a blood thinner like Lovenox, continually keeping my blood magic dormant.
The other needle feeds undiluted liquid silver, restricting any strength I've gained from being turned.
My parents had used it only a handful of times to weaken vampires to interrogate them. They rarely had that chance, as most never got close enough to use it on.
With the silver, I'm completely weak...my healing rate deteriorated.
During their tests, they had figured out a way to control my movements through my blood when my blood was mixed with another pure blood's. I don't know how they managed to do it, but they finally found a way around a hunter's blood magic ability...using it for themselves.
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