The Vampire Extraordinaire Book 1

40. The Trap

"I'm being held prisoner by my own family!" I yelled and tossed the blood decanter into the fire, "I don't want this!"

"You aren't being held prisoner," Dad laughed. I looked over at the two guards at my door. He shook his head, "You know those men are there for your protection."

"I'm going out tonight, even if I have to kill those men!" I pointed at them.

"Marcus," he started.

"What's going on in here?" Nigel asked as he came into my room.

Dad nervously pulled down on the long sleeves under his jacket. "Marcus wants to hunt," he sighed.

"Good," Nigel smiled, "You'll come with me."

"Father," Dad started.

Nigel shook his head, "It's been a week. It's time."

"All of us?" Dad frowned.

Nigel smiled, "Not you, Son," he turned and left the room.

Dad looked down at his feet and laughed. I looked at him and asked softly, "He won't let you leave?"

He shook his head and walked over to the side table, "He's afraid that if she captures me again, she will kill me."

"I'm hoping to find her tonight," I went to his side and he looked at me. "I'll kill that bitch for what she did to you."

"Marcus, you can't," he laughed at me softly, "She's dangerous. She could kill you instead."

"She won't kill me," I laughed, "I have what she wants."

He caught my arm, "It's not funny," his voice shook.

"I know," I said gently and moved his hand from me, "I'll be fine." I walked away and said over my shoulder, "I'll be with Grandfather!"

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Nigel and I went to several pubs and asked people if they had seen someone that looked like Ella. Nigel had an old photo and he would show it to people, but nobody had seen her. Just when we were about to give up, a bartender recognized her.

"She was here last night," he nodded. He pointed behind us, "She's here again too."

"Thanks," Nigel smiled and the bartender walked away. "Don't turn around," he told me.

"She doesn't know who I am," I looked down at my feet, "She's never laid eyes on me."

"We don't know that for sure," he put the picture away and sighed, "She could have seen you that night, when you were pounding the daylights out of her roof," he laughed.

"Well," I shrugged, "I got her to stop the car."

"More like CRASH the car," he frowned, "You scared the hell out of...." he stopped as I turned around.

The bar was crowded and it took me a minute to find her. She sat in a corner booth with two other men. A man had walked up to her table and was asking her questions. She smiled and tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. Her skin was fair and flawless. She was so beautiful, she seemed to be glowing.

"Does she see you?" Nigel asked, looking at me. I shook my head. "Don't call her," he touched my arm. "King Byron's men aren't here. Let them handle her," he touched a number on his phone. "Yes. She's here," he said softly.

Come to me, Angel.

"She is calling me," I looked at Nigel.

"She knows who you are?" he whispered and I shook my head. "This is dangerous," he looked for the bartender.