Innocent Darkness

One Wild 'Bite'

Back in New Orleans

Trent overturned a desk in his room as he yelled loudly at the top of his lungs. "I WILL RIP OUT EVERYONE OF THOSE MANGEY MONGROL'S HEARTS! I WILL MAKE THEIR DEATHS SLOW AND PAINFUL!"

He grabbed a chair and threw it against the wall in his room making it shatter to pieces. He dropped to his hands and knees, digging his nails into the carpet he was standing on. "They tried to hurt what is mine. Marcus will pay for hurting her." He whispered to himself before sitting back up. Trent pulled out a small velvet box from his jacket and opened it to reveal an intricately decorated diamond engagement ring.

"Prince Jones?" Came from a soft feminine voice. "He's free from his prison. Your presence is required."

Trent closed the box, straightend his jacket as he stood up and proceeded to follow the female out of his room.

Back in Orlando

"I hate it here." I typed into my phone to Liam. It wasn't like I was forced to have all contact cut off. The last three days I hardly came out of my room and scoffed at anyone who tried to make me see reason I was only here to get better.

"Two weeks, young one. In two weeks you will be back home here. I promise, or Charles will come breaking down doors to bring you back home." Liam texted back to me.

I let out a soft giggle at why Charles would be willing to do that. He was addicted to my cooking. I bite my lower lip as I thought about what I wanted to tell him next. "I'm sorry."

"You haven't had a properly stable environment, dear. I understood the feeling behind your reaction. I wouldn't of expected anything different." He texted back to me, making me feel better that I didn't lose him.

I heard a soft knock on my room door. Which was unusual since I was living a massive suite in the Orlando Tower. Normally someone delivers a glass of blood and leave it on the kitchen counter like clockwork the last three days, three times a day. I rolled off my bed, setting my phone on the bed stand and opened my door.

Mr. Saber was standing front of me with a stern look on his face. "At first I was surprised when you arrived here." He quickly grabbed a hold of my arm and dragged me out of my room as he continued talking. "But I couldn't help but suspect that something didn't seem right. You seemed to be all too quickly willing to drink fresh blood delivered to you."

We came to the kitchen where the usual glass of blood was sitting on the counter top. We stood in front of the glass, Mr. Saber keeping a firm grip on my arm. Believe it or not after all the fights and stubbornness, I knew I couldn't be afraid of what I was anymore. I took the glass from the counter and started to drink it's contents. But this tasted different, it was much more fresh then all the other times I had blood delivered. The warm, smooth taste caught me off guard as I choked for a moment, but I didn't stop drinking the contents of the glass.

Mr. Saber released his grip from my arm with a smirk on his face. "Well, so Delilah was wrong. Or that you finally learned you needed to properly take care of yourself."

I sat the glass down on the counter and started to go back to my room only for Mr. Saber to grab my arm again. "Oh darling, you shouldn't sulk away in your room. A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be wasting her time away the way you are. And while you have your precious little heart set on going back to those puppy dogs, do you really think in two weeks he'll want you back?"

Mr. Saber spun me so that I was facing him and he had a grip on my other arm now. He started backing me up till I was now pressed against a wall. "And what are you going to do? Hmm? Prove to me that vampires are better to be with then werewolves? Maybe spin a few lies and hope I don't find out?" I was being too brave at a poor attempt to push the man's buttons, but the glass of blood I just had me feeling different.