The Dead Silence

White Walls

I layed on my side with my back facing the opening of the cellar. I was not alone. Screams and shouts filled the dungeon. People were crying, people were furious, some guards held back the friends and family of the children I killed, and some guards went against the guards who were protecting me. I could smell the mixture of every ones emotions. Despair. Pain. Grief. Anger. Furry. Fear. I pretended to sleep through it all. Everyone wanted me sentenced to death. Some wanted to over rise my father and get a new Alpha, others were loyal and told them if I were their daughter they would protect me too.

"Leave." A loud commanding voice shouted. It was the tone of a true Alpha. Strong, powerful, Calm. 

The atmosphere in the dungeon changed. Submissive. That was the new smell over taking the dungeon. Everyone obeyed the alpha and began filling out, not saying another word.

"Guards stay." My father commanded. 

As the dungeon became silent, the only sound shallow breaths, my father walked right outside my cellar.

"You truly are a monster. I am sorry. Pack first. Later this week we will have a vote weather to sentence you to death, or to lock you in here for the rest of your life. I know you are awake do not pretend that you do not here me." My father yelled, slamming his hands on the bars and shaking it.

I did not move. I kept my eyes closed and my breathing even.

"Remove the bodies, bring her down some food, and a bucket full of water with soap. Goodbye Alice." My fathers foot steps began to walk towards the wooden stairs. I heard him pause, felt him turn around and watch me, then leave.

I sensed that there was five guards in here. None of them made a move to go towards my cellar. None of them made a move to leave. After a few minutes passed someone spoke up.

"I will get the food and water bucket." Again foot steps bounded the stairs and left.

Quietly I heard three guards lift up the three dead children. There emotions were sad. I felt it. They wanted to cry. They were weak men. As they left, there was one guard in here. He stood in his spot and watched me, observed me. 

"Hello." His voice was soft, he sounded young, maybe twenty.

I rolled over and stared at him. His eyes were a sky, blue. They didn't look sad. They looked curious. He had dirty blond hair perfectly spiked up. He was tall, but more on the lanky side. He did not look as if he would be a guard. I could not sense if he was weak or not and that bothered me.

"I'm Luke. I wanted to thank you." Kneeling down in front of my cellar, he rested his hands on the bars. I could tell he was trying not to look at the two dead bodies next to me.

I rolled back over and made my back face him.

"Do you want to know why I want to thank you?" He questioned, his voice was almost soothing. It made me want to fall asleep. He was trying to make me curious, to get me to acknowledge him. I layed still.

"Anny. She was my sister. You let her live. She told me you had an opportunity to kill her, but you didn't. She likes you. She wanted to visit. She said you are sweet and let her pet you." He chuckled, a sad chuckle.

Weakness. I sat up fast and was at the bar in a split second. By the time I got there he had already backed up out of my reach. Glancing down he noticed the dagger that now was clenched in my hand.

"What gives you the urge to kill?" His scent was replaced by curiosity again.

I dropped the dagger, turned around, and layed down again. His foot steps were completely silent as he walked over to the opening of my cellar. His keys jingled as he unlocked it. He was hesitant. I did not move. He dragged a body out of the celler. I listened as all the bugs scurried off of the body going in all directions. Turning around, he walked back in to grab the second body. His guard was up. He predicted my move. I shot up and slammed his body into the bars. He grabbed both my arms, and flipped the positions so I was the one slammed into the cage. My teeth rattled. He used his right arm to press up on my neck, cutting off my air.