Hope's Romance (On Hold Until Jan)

~ Chapter Eighteen

Small I know, but its all i could write in the small time i had :'( xo have faith in me, ill upload soon

‘Hope?’ ‘Hope? Quit playing around... answer me’ ‘Hope?’

My heart shattered into what felt like thousands of pieces, some idiot who wants their 15 minutes of fame for kidnapping the vampire kings girlfriend has my girl. Thousands of thoughts were running through my mind, millions of feelings churning inside of me at once; Anger, at both Hope for running away and the soon to be dead jerk that has her. Betrayal, someone inside my palace helped them get the formula.

“Marcus? Sorry to disturb your deep thoughts there, but what’s going to happen? Where’s Hope? You’ll find her? Right...” Paris shot questions at me one after the other, questions that didn’t need to be answered.

“Paris, Hope has been taken...” I gave her a moment to register that, looking away as she started to cry, this shouldn’t be happening, not to my girl. “I need you to stay calm; you need to do something for me, okay?” She nodded, unable to speak so I continued. “You are going to drive to my house, I’ll give you my keys, you need to go inside and follow my instructions to the dot on the I okay?”

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Paris’s POV***

I sprinted down the corridor, clutching Marcus’s keys in my hand. Ignoring the looks I was getting and trying to see past the tears in my eyes, I flew down the stairs three at a time.

Please don’t fall over, please don’t fall over, please don’t fall over

“Where the hell is your car Corvin!” I grumbled under my breath. Searching the car park I finally saw it in the far corner. Of-course it would be there.

Reaching the car, throwing the door open and slamming the keys into the ignition was done in what felt like an hour, when in reality it was thirty seconds. Before a minute had passed, the students were seeing smoke from the tires and the back of the car as I put my foot down and flew out the school gates.  

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“This cannot be his house.” I stood outside the mansion, retracing my steps to see if I followed the directions properly.

‘Well he did take you and Hope on a shopping trip to Paris... on his own jet....’

Thankyou captain obvious. I thought sarcastically back to myself, why didn’t I just go and try the key in the front door? Walking up to the front door I noticed I was shaking, was I expecting a bunch of vampires to jump out at me? Ha-ha, vampires aren’t real.

Hope??????

I forgot, they dropped the bombshell on me when we were on our way to Paris, I was surprised at myself for how okay I was with it, being alone with either Marcus or Hope now is a little freaky, except for back in the room, he acted normal. Well, I guess he always was acting normal, but then again he is acting.

Slowly I put the key into the lock, turned it and the front door swung open. Well. That was easy.  

I stood at the door longer than I should have; I was having mixed emotions of going into the house. On one hand I was breathless, this place was amazing and stunningly beautiful, Should I take my shoes off? But on the other hand I was petrified, I was about to enter a vampires house. Not that it exactly resembled a vampires house, and he didn’t well, act like a normal vampire. This is for Hope, not your way of getting over vampires.

Right. Hope. On I Go.

With a new spark of determination, I shut the front door behind me and followed the directions Marcus gave me. Up the stairs, first door on the left, use the small key. Inside I found a study, with a large wooden desk in a dark wooden desk and bookshelves lined the walls. Old paintings were scattered around the room and a large family portrait was above the window. Pulling the desk chair to underneath the window, I pulled the painting off the wall and a safe greeted me. How cliché, for a vamp you could do a little better.

Looking down at my arms was a 21 letters and numerical combination for the safe; couldn’t I be something like I love Hope?

After two failed attempts I finally opened the safe. When I opened the safe I was disappointed, realising I had been holding my breath, I let out a sigh. I was an idiot for expecting money. Instead I found a red bag and a laptop. Carefully, I took the bag and laptop and set it on the desk, closed the safe and replaced the painting. I took the piece of paper out of my back pocket with the instructions Marcus had written down. I needed to talk to Selina. Who on earth is she?

As soon as I opened the laptop an authorisation box appeared. Damn, I was hoping I wouldn’t need the instructions.

Authorisation Code [***-***-***-**-*-***-*-**]

Tell Selina the situation (Hope has been taken, I believe people responsible for stealing formula have her)

ORDER the COMPLETE lockdown of the palace. “He has a palace? Oh god”

Give Authorisation code [****-***-****-*-**]

Tell Selina I want the live feed hooked up to my laptop, I will contact her further from there.

Okaaaaay. I’ve got this.

A girl with long black hair popped up on the screen, formally dressed, however she looked rather stressed. The walls behind her were made of marble, so she was in an equally expensive place.

“Oh, you aren’t King Corvin” She (whom I’m presuming to be this ‘Selina’) looked surprised.

“Err, yeah umm, he gave me these instructions and I’m following them, so Hopes been kidnapped, he thinks whoever took the formula has taken Hope aswell. He’s told me to order the complete lockdown of the palace, both order and complete were in caps, so I’m thinking he’s serious and shiznick is getting nasty.” Her face drained of all colour and went so pale she could have passed as an albino.

“Thank-you young lady for that, rather ‘out there’ explanation. I’ll of course need the authorisation code.”

After giving all the necessary details, explaining how Marcus wanted the live feed hooked up to his laptop, Selina let me go. With nothing left to do, I decided to explore the house. I was filling my face with Oreos as what Marcus and Selina had said finally clicked. Marcus was on a jet, meaning he had left to get hope without me.

“That jerk of a vamp.”

*Hopes POV*

I woke up with a sore neck, wide-awake with the vague remembrance of a pleasant dream, my first date with Marcus (not that we have had one yet). The comforting smell of horses, which I hadn’t smelt in what felt like a life time, drifted on the lazy air. As my eyes grew accustomed to the dark, i made out smooth wooden stalls and shining milk pails stacked against the wall. I stretched like a cat and frowned: Why am I tied to a chair?