Sehkmetians

Chapter 9

Sometime later, I awoke on the floor to Jacob shaking me, "Theo, wake up. You need blood, you've been passed out for hours with cold water hitting you. I've been trying to wake you for who knows how long."

I hadn't noticed the water turning cold, which should've told me that I was in trouble but I was still groggy. Jacob shoved my head to a fresh wound on his neck. Rather than fight, I gave in. Even after I was full, I kept drinking, trying to kill him while I was getting stronger, but he pulled me off as he began to get weak.

"I didn't realize how much blood I took, I apologize."

I honestly didn't believe his apology, so I shrugged my shoulders. "Am I going to talk to your father now, or what?"

"Yes, I brought another dress in, it's on the toilet. I'll wait for you out in the bedroom."

He seemed to have a dark glint in his eyes as he left, but I didn't care. So what if he looked more sinister, it was probably from performing that horrendous act. The dress was identical to the one he ripped off my body. After putting it on, I sat down against the door and closed my eyes. Making sure to block out Jacob, I reached out for comfort from Isaac's voice.

"Isaac, please come and get me. There's something wrong with these people... Jacob hurt me. I'm so sorry for leaving you, I love you."

"I know," he answered rather darkly, "It will be handled when I arrive."

I almost shouted out with glee but resulted into a relieved sigh, "When will you be here? I've not been here a whole day and already I know that something horrible is coming. These people are estranged. Please hurry."

"It will probably be a day before I arrive. Please try to act like you agree with them If they know you have been talking to me, they may try to destroy you."

Ugh, just what I needed, to feel even more like complete shit. Before leaving the bathroom, I told Isaac that I loved him and than blocked him from my mind too. The door slammed into the wall, as I came out of the room, I wasn't aware of my own strength. I guess Jacob's blood really helped boost my powers. The energy sparked within me because of my hatred, but I had to control it around Jacob like Isaac suggested -- it was more like he demanded but I disregarded that part.

I smiled sweetly and said, "Shall we go see your father now?"

He seemed slightly taken aback and hesitated a fraction of a second before responding, "Uh, very well. They should be waiting in the Chamber."

The large door opened and I strode down the stairs, not waiting for Jacob. He followed behind me as we descended the long windy stairs. It took about five minutes to reach the bottom and I was suddenly glad that I drank a lot of his blood because I hardly broke a sweat. When I looked back Jacob was lagging and looked slightly sick, with paled, clammy skin.

I remembered Isaac telling me to go along with anything, so I had to pretend that I loved Jacob. So I said, "Are you alright, Jacob? You look rather sick."

He glanced up from looking at the floor and replied, "I'm fine, perhaps I shall drink from a donor after escorting you to the Chamber."

I had no idea what he meant by donor but I really didn't care. We walked out into the hall that we stood in earlier and than headed down a hallway across the way. There was a door to the right and Jacob opened it up and walked in. Inside was a large room, almost the size of Isaac's ballroom, except it had no windows and only was lit by candles that hung from the ceiling and walls. There was a large throne and a smaller one beside it, the larger one was occupied by King Otheois. Behind him stood about a dozen men wearing white pants and shirts. The King wore something similar, slightly resembling a pope, with a crown atop his head.