A Vampire's Life Book 5

Chapter 6

I had decided to stay at Jonah's for a couple of days, needing respite from the growing hoard of siblings and their constant noise. Edmund had stayed until mid-morning, watching Jonah and I like a hawk. There was no escaping his sharp eye. Jonah was annoyed, every time we would try and sneak around a corner for a kiss, Edmund somehow managed to catch us. But now he couldn't say anything, our parents approved and we were officially courting. Terrance and Miranda didn't care what we did, neither did my parents. So once his grandfather left, the decision for what happened in our lives would be our own. Tonight would be our night.

Jonah was waiting for some furniture that he was having made. He seemed so excited about it and wanted me to come with him when he was going to collect it. I of course didn't mind and my permanent shadow was always with me which made me feel safer, I knew that Jonah constantly refused to have a king's guard. His father was always at him about it, unimpressed that he was moving around the human population without protection. Terrance found some relief at the thought that whilst I was here, we would have my guard to watch over us.

Yesterday he had received the call that his lounge was ready, a hand carved wood day bed. The company that he had bought this lounge from was a specialised service, using only farmed trees, everything was as sustainable as they could get. It was on the other side of town and he was to go and make sure it was to his liking before it was delivered. We waited by the back doors, the attendant taking his time to unlock the warehouse. I couldn't wait to see this bespoke lounge, Jonah was so excited and from what he said it sounded beautiful. The smell of freshly cut wood was heavy in the air as the door slowly opened. The building was small and unassuming, the other warehouses around looked exactly the same, corrugated iron walls and roof, large double doors, no windows. A short stocky man appears as the door stops opening, not the attendant that we saw at reception. His baseball cap low on his brow, his skin tanned and leathery.

"Jonah Waeston?" he grunts.

"Yes, I was collecting..."

"Who is she?" he interrupts him, nodding his head at me.

Jonah hesitates, unsure of why he asked.

"Ivy."

His eyes raise slightly and somewhere deep inside I feel a little uneasy. Danny steps closer, obviously feeling the uneasiness.

"This way." he grunts again.

We follow the man into the darkened warehouse, the high windows on the other side of the building provide very little light. Out of nowhere I hear and awful ear piercing screech, spinning around I see Danny falling to his knees, impaled by a stake, a man behind him. The doors to the building close and the harsh industrial lights go on. I move to his body, now slumped onto the ground, the blood pours out of his body.

"I am sorry I cannot protect you." he whispers just before he dies.

"You monster." I growl through the tears at the man who stands above us.

"We are not the monsters... Ivy, was it?"

I turn around to the man that led us in here, he holds a rapid fire at Jonah.

"Here we were looking for the first born of the four leaders, starting with him first, but I think he may have just delivered another one, free of charge."

He gestures to the man behind me.

"Get her up."

The man behind me moves quickly, struggling to lift me to my feet as I try and fight him off. He grips me tight, I bite his arm, sinking my fangs in as deep as I can get.

"Fucking bitch."

He lets go of me and swings an almighty back hand at me, connecting with my cheek. Pain sears through my face as I stumble back a few steps, Jonah moves but the other man stops him.

"Now, now. There is no need for any of this. Restrain them."

Out of the shadows more men appear, some of them hold rapid fires, some of them don't. Two chains fall down from a metal catwalk above us, handcuffs at their ends. Jonah and I are restrained, hands over our heads, the cuffs very tight.

"That should hold you while we go and search for the other two."

"Rogue scum." I hiss under my breath.

"What was that? Scum am I?" he chuckles darkly. "Well, I guess I should live up to my name then."

He moves closer to me, languidly walking around my body.

"How about you and I get better acquainted?" his eyes snap up to the men around. "Everyone out."

They all file out of the room, not a word spoken among them.

"I know you, her royal highness, Ivy Madelyn Olivia Nicolai, third in line to the throne of Corosontri, first born child of Patrick and Lillian Nicolai leaders of the southern rim but do you know who I am?"

I shake my head trying not to let the fear show, Jonah looks like he is about to burst, his eyes so black it's scary.

"I am Blake Woodward. Do you recognise the surname?"

I shake my head again as he removes his cap and tosses it on the table to his side.

"My father, Arthur Woodward fought against your kind in the war last year, he was the rogue leader. Notice I said was. Your kind killed him." his anger evident as he grips the handle of the rapid fire. "Your kind took my father away from me and now I will take you from your parents."

"How do you know you've got the right Ivy? Rogues are so stupid; it would be so easy for you to get it wrong."

"Such a vile, acidic mouth for a pretty princess." he moves to a table to put the gun down. "It wouldn't matter if I got it wrong, one less of you on the planet."

I grip the chain that links the handcuffs as he moves closer to me, the look on his face is very creepy.

"But I am thinking that even if you aren't the princess, I could punish the prince by taking something of his."

He yanks on the chain, pulling it down further, as he does it the chain that holds Jonah shortens, connected together it now makes him move to the tips of his shoes, standing on them like a ballerina.

"Do you think that he will like watching?" he purrs in my ear from behind.

His hand slides up my skirt, pulling it up over my hips.

"Please don't." I beg.

"That's right Ivy, beg me to stop."

I can hear the zip go down, he pulls my hips backwards, arching my back in. His fingers slide along the edge of my panties, pulling them aside.

"Leave her alone." Jonah yells at him.

His eyes look like they have liquid in them, the blackness rippling from one side to the other, seething anger. The man laughs darkly again, a little more sinister as he moves from my body. He walks over to the wall behind us and pulls out a hose, wetting Jonah.

"That should stop the pretty birdie from igniting."

The hose drops to his feet as he saunters back to me, a creepy grin etched on his weathered face. Once again he pulls the edge of my panties aside. As he pushes into me the pain sears through my body, burning through my skin.

"Oh god, you are so tight." he murmurs and then chuckles again. "Oh dear, did I take your virginity Ivy?"

Tears seep out of my eyes, wishing now that I hadn't been so prudish with Jonah last night. I could have given it to him in the garden, avoiding the fiasco with his grandfather, now what I wanted to give him was gone. He laughs again as he continues to have his way with me, over and over again. I can feel the chain pull, hearing Jonah's protests, his anger. I cannot look at him, the pain is too unbearable. He pulls out of me and slaps my arse, pulling my skirt back over my hips.

"That was fun. I look forward to my return, to have some more time to get to know each other."