Chapter Nineteen://Is that how every morning will begin?

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There was something heavy by my head, I knew this before I even opened my eyes. A warm finger slowly brushed back my hair and something sharp began to caress my neck, as my eyes fluttered open. 

"Good morning Human." Lysander snickered as his teeth pierced my neck.

I was awake now, aware of every cell in my body and every drip of my blod that traveled from my veins into his mouth.

"Lysander." I breathed.

He bit down harder at the sound of his name, crushing me under his grasp. His hand slid under the covers of the bed, gripping into my shoulder, slowly breaking his mouth away. Blood dripped from his mouth, dotting the skin on my bare shoulder.

"Thanks for breakfast." he chuckled, licking his lips.

"Is that how every morning will begin?" I croaked.

"If I wish it." He smiled getting of me and onto the floor. 

"I'll have someone dress that." he clicked a button on the wall. "but first." He held up a shackle that he had in a drawer. "I can't have you wondering."

"But your father-" I started

"Is not me, and I for one don't trust you." He pulled violently at my arms, putting them over my head as he chained them to the bed post. "I'll be back soon."

He was wrong.

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My day had consisted of staring at the clock, being dragged to the restroom to bath,and listening to conversations in the hallway. Six hours, I had been lying there for six hours. The door then burst open with such violence tha the hinges clattered on to the floor. Johnathan stood in the room, a figure dripping in water and blood. I shot up in bed, scooting away from him, as his fangs reached down to his chin. He lept froward and yanked the chain, breaking it as he pulled me down the hall.

"What's going on?"

"Lysander." He growled pushing me through a door. 

On the ground lay a bloody mound, indistiguishable, unrecognizable, broken, and growling in pain. Ifell to the ground,crawling towards him.

"Lysander." I wishpered crawling forward with my hand reaching towards him. His eyes the eyes I've know for what felt like forever looked back at me as he pounced forward. 

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