Chapter Twenty One:// Don't Get You Hopes Up Kitten

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Authors Note: It's been a while darlings. After reading this to my rooommate I was hit with inspiration and decided it was time to update. I hope you like this and that it was worth the wait. Please stick around and be patient with me. Please add to you library and comment or vote.

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Sheena

Chapter Twenty One:// Don’t Get You Hopes Up Kitten

I can do WHAT! I thought. I remember my breath catching loudly in my throat. They heard me, I knew that already, but I couldn’t wrap my head around what I just heard. I could make him human again, I could bring him back. Was this a dream? The two got quiet and then the door opened Johnathan sauntering up to the bed.

“Sometimes I underestimate the senses of humans. You were not to hear that. “He leaned over me, his eyes wide and glowing their monstrous gold. The orange gleam from the fire lit only part of his face as his mouth stretched into a Cheshire like grin. “Don’t get your hopes up kitten, I’m not going to give you the chance, don’t worry about that.”

Lysander did not look in my direction, instead he looked into the fire deep in thought.

“One more night son. Make it worth it.” Johnathan said to his son with a frown. He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear then whispered “You shouldn’t have gone behind my back. You’ll be mine again soon.”

I was frightened now, my back as far into the mattress as it would allow. The monster smiled down at me then turned away. I relaxed happy for the distance between us but still fearful for my life. What was going to happen to me now? What would happen to Lysander? Speaking of which I noticed his eyes were glued to mine, I felt small in them, just an ant under his booted foot.

“Good night children.” He said smiling as he closed the door behind him.  

Lysander looked into the fire again, the silence was deafening.

“He’s going to kill you now you know.” Lysander said quietly.

I blinked back tears of self-pity and frowned, it was the first time someone had put it so bluntly.

“I thought in the beginning that he was happy with you as a toy…but this changes things….as long as your heart is pumping his family is in danger.”

He was right, I knew that deep within my heart, there he was telling me my days were numbered as if he was talking about the weather.

“Is the boy who loved me in there anywhere?” I asked standing up now. I pushed at his chest angry at him, the situation, everyone, and everything. “Do you even get it?!” I screamed up at him.

I was against the wall now, blockaded by his body. “Stop screaming.” He ordered grabbing my wrists into his hands in order to keep me from hitting him again.

“Why did you have to take him away from me?” I cried to him. “Why did he have to leave me?”

He frowned down at me, looking as if he was battling himself.

“Do you really want to spend what may be you last night like this?” He asked quietly.

 I snorted still in tears. “Sorry if this inconveniences you, but I don’t care. I want to spend my time with him, with the Lysander I knew.”

He got quiet again “I shouldn’t do this… My dad warned me…”He mumbled, possibly to himself.

“What?” I asked now, wiping away my tears.

“Oh shut up.” He ordered and then he kissed me. 

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