A Vampire's Slave

XLI

A/N: Hello my lovely readers!!  So real quick! Remember when I said that I'm no longer going to rewrite the entire book? Well, as you can see it's taking quite a while for me to re-upload the book(I'm not rewriting the book but adding and taking away a few touches).

Long story short, THIS CHAPTER!! I decided to rewrite the next few chapters because I just threw a lot of information at you all and called it a chapter.
So yeahh,
Anywaysssss enjoy!!

*This chapter is a rewrite*

In the eyes of Harold
Harold's pov: "Three days Harold. Three day and we are still in the same spot" Weston whispers to me.
He and I hid amongst the woods, hiding in a rather large blueberry bush.

With the witch's assistance, we were able to find Mochief's home. However, we were not expecting to see a large wall made of silver surrounding his home.
For three days we have been trying to come up with a plan to try and get inside.

I can see why it took two years to find Isabella, Mochief isn't in the boundaries of the kingdom. The people looking for her must not have gone all the way out here.

"Perhaps we can see if we could find a stick and push open the door?" I suggested.

Upon examination, we have learned that there is only way in and one way out. A gate that sits in front of the mansion.
If we had some type of armory protection we could have knocked the door down.

Weston sighed, knowing he had no choice but to try my idea.
All of his plans ended horribly, getting us killed almost.
"Alright, let us find a stick and try to push it open" Weston spoke.

The two of us exited out of the bush, and went to the nearest tree.
"Alright, stand back" Weston say as he began to crack his knuckles and neck.

"What are you about to do?"
I did not need to ask the question because he presented it to me.
With his all his might, he rammed his shoulders into the tree.

"Weston!" I shout but he did not listen to me. He continued to hit the tree until it came crashing down with a rather large thud and a flock of birds flying away.

"You could have gotten us caught!" I yelled at him once silence was brought back to us.

Weston only chuckled, picking up, what is now bark.

"I thought we were settling with a stick? It would have made less noise!"

"A stick would have broken Harold. Trust me, this is better" Weston spoke.

I sighed, knowing there is no way to get in his head, he believes what he wishes.
I picked up the back part of the bark as the two of us carried it to the gate.
We stood a few feet away from the gate.

"Weston, upon breaking down the gate, what is our next move?" I ask him.

"We will get there when we get there" Weston spoke.

"We need a plan before we just break down the door!" I spoke to him.

"Our plan is to break down the door! Interrogate him a whole and then we will leave"

"What happened to just spying on him?"

"Change of plans. I'm starting to feel a rather uncomfortable vibe from him" Weston told me.
"So if you are done with questioning me, let us-"

Suddenly my ears began to perk as I could hear the footsteps coming towards the door of the mansion.

"Weston, he's coming"