In the eyes of Callicus
Callicus pov:I sat upon the couch, fire blazing as I sipped my blood wine. Mochief was beside me, eyes staring at the ground as he held his blood wine towards his chest. He's been pacing back and forth for quite some time, but I have been barely paying attention, my mind wonders to Isabella. My love sleeps peacefully in our chambers.
Two yearsTwo whole years of no wolves and it has been quite exceptional. I plan to put a ring upon her finger soon. I wish not to rush anything, I want everything to be perfect!
My eyes glanced at Mochief, he pulling at his hair, repeatedly hitting himself in the head."What is the matter Mochief?" I spoke, raising my glass to my lips, taking a sip.
"They killed her" Mochief spoke with a harsh sounding voice.
"Killed who?" I spoke, turning to look at him fully.
"Alice, the witch!" Mochief yelled, throwing his glass at the window.
"That's impossible, she was in an excellent hiding spot!" I spoke, rising from my spot on the couch.
For the past two years, since Isabella has been captured and taken into the hands of me, Prince- now King Eron has went about killing every witch or anyone associated with magic, for they somehow learned that it was magic that whisked Isabella away.
In two years, that is all they know. It was magic that helped take away Isabella.
I could not help but to grin when news of Prince Eron becoming King. How lonely he must've looked with the crown upon his head. I even heard he has tried to end himself a few timesNevertheless, they still not know her whereabouts. However, because of that, the townsmen goes further into the woods, getting too close to our territory. I have had to suck the blood of out three of them so far.
Nothing will take away my love!The witch who helped me had gone into hiding, she was in a good spot, until now.
"It's wasn't good enough!" Mochief spoke,
"This certainly isn't going well""How so?" I spoke.
"Did you not say that Isabella has been having trances? How she sometimes just stands there?" Mochief spoke, walking to me.
Surely it is true, for the past weeks, Isabella has been having trances, she would just merely stand there saying "who is there?". It takes all the strength of me to slap my poor Isabella. I hate to do it but it's the only way to knock her out of her trances!
It is starting to happen so many times, Isabella's cheek has turned red slightly.
But Isabella knows I love her dearly. I just simply cannot have her remembering what happened two years ago! I fear she would try to run away or attack me, either of those things I cannot have."Do you think that the witch could have redid the spell?" I spoke.
"She could have! But that isn't the only reason I am mourning" Mochief spoke.
"I thought I finally found someone that could replace Jane. I thought I had finally found true love once again." I could hear the defeat in his voice."Do not give up so easily Mochief! There are plenty of women around the world, you might just have to leave out of this town to found yourself true love!" I spoke.
Mochief was quiet as he nod his head.
Perhaps he is thinking about what I have said.Mochief hasn't found love since Jane left. But never have I ever thought he would fall in love with another witch! Something with so many different personalities. The thought is truly absurd!
A vampire and a witch? Why can't he simply date his own kind?"Enough about me, Isabella is 20 years of age now,when are you planning to marry her?" Mochief spoke.
"Very soon, I am ready to start a precious family" I spoke.
In the eyes of Isabella
Isabella pov: I laid upon the bed, that same muffling sound I have been hearing echoed through my head. Surely I wanted to scream, but I simply cannot take another slap from Callicus, who I love.
The muffles seemed to be getting louder as I try to ignore it.
What is happening?
Every since Callicus mentioned an odd name called "Eron" the muffling sound has started.
It gets annoying, I simply cannot hear when anyone calls my name. That also calls me to get hit by either sir Mochief or Callicus.I suddenly feel a touch upon my skin as the muffling sound began to cease partially.
"Isabella" I could hear Callicus say my name. I turn to my side, not hiding the fact that I wasn't sleeping, as I should have been."Yes?" I spoke, raising my hand to his cheek. He sighs greatly as he pulls my body closer to him.
"I love you dearly" he spoke.
"And the same for me" I spoke with a smile.
Callicus merely returns a smile as he takes his arm and wraps it around my waist. The blankets covers our body as I let out a deep sigh.
"Get some sleep dear for there is much cleaning you must do"I sigh in frustration under my breath.
Why must I always clean?
If Callicus loved me as he says he does, he would help me clean, not simply leave out the house all the time, coming in at such odd times with sir Mochief.In a mere minute the steady snores coming from Callicus arose the muffles sounds once again, making it almost impossible for me to return to my slumber.
Why can't I simply sleep in peace? Why does the muffling sound continues to happen but yet I am the only one who can hear it?I decide, there is no point of sleeping but to get up and start my day of work. I get off the bed, walking to my small chair, pulling a black dress from the chair, and merely putting it on after a small wash up.
I walk out of my chambers to see such a mess created.
I fiddled with my hair before bending down and collecting the glass pieces, for it was the first thing I saw.
A painless tug suddenly emerges from my fingers. I lift my finger to see dark red liquid oozing from my fingers. Almost the same color as the wine Callicus and sir Mochief drinks.
The muffles in my head became a little more clearer and my heart pounded. I arose from the ground and walked to the upstairs bathroom to wash away the blood.
But once I wash away my blood, I began to hear a low growl. I turned the water off, staring around st the bathroom.
What is that growling sound?⭐️ hit that star button
⌨️and type some comments
And thanks so much for reading!!

YOU ARE READING
A Vampire's Slave
VampireIsabella has been living as a slave to a vampire name Mochief for as long she can remember. He's never treated her properly until things starts to spice up with a pack of werewolves who tells Isabella who she really is and that's exactly what Mochie...