The Vampire Prince | Book One ✔ (Needs Editing)

The Cellar | Chapter 12

My knees buckled and I crashed to the floor with a gasp. I stared at the decapitated King. My whole body was stiff and cold.

"Stand up." Julian ordered but I was paralyzed. I was crouched on the floor in shock, my body refused to even obey my own orders.

"He ordered you to stand." Christian grabbed my arms and forced me to my feet. I shoved at him and glared at Julian.

"You're the same monster from four years ago," I whispered, "you can easily kill and not feel the slightest bit guilty... You're a monster."

"Shut up." Julian hissed. I glanced to my feet. I stood in a pool of blood.

"Are you happy? Being a monster that doesn't feel guilt!" I shouted. I was angry—angry knowing that I would end up just like the vampires and humans that have crossed his path. It was that realization that made me shake with fear and anger.

Julian suddenly appeared in front of me and raised his hand. Christian grabbed a hold of me and I elbowed him in the stomach.

"Don't you dare speak another word!" Julian shouted back. I took a deep breath and grabbed a knife from the table and quickly brought it to Julian's throat.

"I could easily get my revenge for my parents," I growled, "for everyone you've ever killed."

"Stupid woman!" In a flash, Julian had my hand above my head and had twisted my hand in a way that wasn't humanly possible. I winced and dropped the blade. The clatter echoed in the silent room.

"You deserve to die," my voice shook, "a death that a monster like you deserves, a hell that you'll fear."

"Take her to the cellar, she needs a couple of days to herself, starving like a slave should." Julian glared, his green eyes glowed as he let go of my broken wrist. I gasped and Christian restrained my arms and brought his lips near my ear.

"You failed. Stark asked you to obey him for our family and you selfishly went and did this." And with that he dragged me down to the cellars.

The basement was cold, not even the slightest bit of warmth would circulate the room. I shivered as I was shoved inside the large cellar. My knees scraped the floor and began to bleed.

I didn't defend the King, I defended the memory of my family, the memory that was triggered by the dead man that was killed right beside me.

I glared at Christian who wore a evil grin.

"Oh how pitiful, he even left you with a broken wrist." Christian snickered.

"Leave me the hell alone." I growled.

He locked the cellar and slowly put the key into his pocket while sneering at me. He vanished without hesitation. I winced and glanced at my deformed hand.

"Evil prick." I muttered and sulked in the corner. My body trembled from the cold that circulated around, freezing me like uncooked meat.

I closed my eyes and brought my knees to my chest. I bit back tears and shook my head. I couldn't show myself being weak, I had to be strong and force a facade. I was going to die eventually, no one lives forever—vampires are killable, not as nicely as humans though.

Hours passed and I finally heard someone approaching, I peeled my eyes open to see Stark reaching through the bars.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his blue eyes rested on my pained wrist.

I nodded and stood.

"What are you doing here?" I replied.

"I figured that you wouldn't be pleased with the assassination. I predicted you'd act out and have Julian send you here." He explained.

"But what about-"

"Come here." He interrupted, I hesitated and slowly approached him.

"What is it?" I asked.

Stark smiled, touched my hair and sighed.

"I'm sorry that you're going through this," he murmured, "but I promise to protect you behind the scenes."

I smiled and titled my head at him.

"You're surprisingly kind." I cleared my throat and glanced away to hide my pink cheeks.

"I better go," he sighed, "I'll have Christian check up on you every once in a while."

He vanished before my eyes and I was left alone to sulk in the cold and dark jail.

I sighed and plopped down onto the floor once again—the cold cement kissed my bare legs. I shivered and traced my knees.

I was lonely, ever since the death of my family, I was usually alone but Stark changed my perspective a little, he stayed behind to talk to me after the abuse he and his brother put me through. He promised to protect me. I clung to those words and bit my lip with a smile.

"I hope you can," I whispered to the darkness, "I'm looking forward to it."

I wasn't going to go down without a fight.