Lunar Year

11

"It's a bad religion to be in love with someone who could never love you, yet there are so many people worshiping at their altars." - This has nothing to do with the story but I like it so here it is

Pic is of, you know what? I think you guys get the 'couple' theme by now.

Omniscient P.O.V

The pounding in her head woke Hazel up. She opened her tired eyes and when she saw that she was not in her room, memories flooded back. Hazel immediately sprang up from her position and pressed her back against the headboard of the bed. She had to escape.

She looked around the room and saw that the windows had steel cages around them, the door was most likely locked, and even if she could escape she would probably get lost. The room itself was quite big and she had remembered Elijah vaguely mentioning 'his castle'.

Hazel got up from the bed and walked towards the windows. The sun was shining and trees were scattered around the exterior. She firmly grasped the steel and pulled as hard as she could. Nothing moved, so she tried again and again, but nothing happened.

Then she tried the door. She pushed and she pulled but nothing happened. Hazel looked around the room and noticed an open door. She walked closer and realized it was a bathroom.

She quickly entered, but there was no window. Hazel groaned and sat back down on the bed again.

Minutes later the door opened a vampire with platinum blonde hair and brown eyes entered. His eyes flickered with amusement as he saw the frown etched on her face.

Hazel looked up at him and couldn't help but notice his soft, almost feminine appearance. His cheek bones were soft and his skin was deathly pale yet he looked healthy. He was holding a small bag.

"Hello love. I'm Mark." He said after he had closed the door.

Hazel watched him silently as he moved around the room gracefully.

"Alright then. I was sent here my Master Elijah to tell you that he wants to have dinner with you at 7 every night. Every night I will come here with some clothes he wishes for you to wear at 6 so you can get ready," Mark stated.

Hazel looked at him, absorbing everything that came out of his mouth. Elijah wanted her to wear his clothes, that he had picked out for her. A disgusted chill ran down her spine at the possible outfits.

"I brought you some new clothes for you to change into and Elijah wants you to take a shower now. At 1 I will be back to give you lunch and then back again at 6," Mark said, "Is that clear?"

Hazel nodded wordlessly and Mark handed her that bag. He took notice of her said expression

and a sympathetic one took over his face.

"Look I'm really sorry that you are here love. There's nothing I can do." he said.

Hazel looked up at him and gave him a small smile, which he returned and then left. She sighed and went to the bathroom, the bag in hand. Mark seemed like a genuinely nice person, after all he was just following orders, but she wasn't sure.

Hazel entered the bathroom and spilled the contents of the bag on the counterpart of the sink. There was a brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, black leggings, a plain blue long-sleeve shirt, and a pair of black lacy undergarments that made her heart sink with fear.

Welled up tears slowly trickled down her face as she showered. She changed and struggled her wet hair into a bun.

She missed Kaden. She missed the feeling of his arms around her wait, the feeling of his breath of her neck, the tingles she got when he kissed her. Hazel missed her mate and all she wanted to do was embrace but she was stuck here: in a castle with a vampire who kidnapped her and a vampire who had shown some kindness.

She went back to the bed and looked around the room once more. Hazel's eyes immediately locked to the door that was open just a crack. Mark must have forgotten to close it all the way.

Hope surged through her and she went to the door and stepped through.

Hazel slowly walked through the corridor and found her way to the stairwell. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, she looked around and noticed the large tapestries on the wall. The were beautiful: red with gold damask and pearls were beaded through it.

Remembering the mission at hand she walked down the stairs to the front room. Hazel rushed to the door but a feeling of deja vu came into her mind as she yanked back from the door.

Frustration flooded her senses and all she could do was kick and scream at the person's back.

Her assailant brought her back to her room and roughly threw her on the bed. She looked up at who had been carrying her and realized she didn't recognize the face.

"You smell," the vampire started before inhaling the air, "divine."

He bared his fangs and slowly started crawling towards her figure on the bed. Hazel crawled backwards until her back hit the headboard and she gulped. She whimpered as his mouth came close to her neck.

"Shhh. Just a taste." he whispered before sinking her fangs into her neck. A fiery pain erupted from her neck and she screamed, but he tormentor didn't seem to mind. He was too busy enjoying his snack.

Moments later, Elijah, followed by Mark, entered the room. Elijah grasped his servant's arm and pulled him away from Hazel.

"What the fuck Calvin." Elijah said through gritted teeth.

Before he could even respond, his head was thrown off his body and Hazel screamed at he gruesome sight. Hazel's breathing was rapid and the room started to get dizzy.

"Um sir, what happening to her?" Mark asked as Hazel was starting to lose consciousness.

Elijah turned toward the werewolf and stared at her. He picked up her limp figure and put her under the covers. Her eyes flickered open, but started to slowly close and Elijah and Mark walked out of the room, dragging a body with them.