It all began with a man named Jonathan Martin!

Chapter Twenty Three|| She does need a new feeder

Chapter Twenty Three

Their fight was like nothing else, it was a whirlwind, unseen to human eyes, just destruction to the room and the smell of blood in the air. I stood up to try to stop them, but was thrown back viciously, cutting my arm on a vase as I fell to the floor. It was silent after that. There was a gash on my arm and blood leaked generously from it. Lysander was over me then, lapping the blood like a small dog, healing the wound in the process.

“This is what I meant.” Johnathan said standing behind his son. “You care about her wellbeing.”

Lysander stopped suddenly and looked me in the eyes before turning to his father, glancing up to him like a child.

“You’re right.”

“Lysander.” I whispered, only to stop when Johnathan slapped me across the face.

“You have no say in this human!” He bellowed disgusted before turning to his son. “I think we both need to remember what she is. We need to stay away.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Well we have to keep her, because of her healing properties. “ He thought then whispered to his son in a voice so low that only he could hear. “Well she does need a new feeder.”

Lysander nodded. “Then let’s do it.”

Johnathan smiled and walked to the door. “I’ll make some arrangements.” He said then looked back. “Oh and make sure she’s dressed, I don’t think she’ll like the view as much as we do.”

Lysander frowned again and turned away, not moving until the door clicked softly and Johnathan’s footsteps could no longer be heard. 

“Lysander?” I whispered cautiously walking towards him.

“Shut up.” He whispered and threw a dress at me. “Shut up and put this on.”

“Lysander?” I whispered again.

“I said shut up!” He screamed turning to me, his eyes glowing red. “Just shut up.”

He stomped towards the bathroom leaving me standing there naked, and sobbing.