The Vampire Prince | Book One ✔ (Needs Editing)

The Holding Cell | Chapter 35

I didn't sleep, the hard, cold floor was rigid. I held my knees to my chest as I stared at my cell door.

I sat in the dark waiting to hear any movement, any voices, any kind of indication that Stark was coming back for me. It's been two days since I was thrown in here, since we confessed our love and since I've seen him.

I was worried, if Julian found out about him coming to see me, he'd kill his entire family before they could even blink. Julian was a monster. He's proven himself emotionless from the moment I met him.

The dark of the basement was my only friend. Only the dark to hold me in its cold embrace.

I was desperate for food, desperate to keep this baby alive but Julian refused us, he wanted us dead; the pathetic vampire couldn't even come down to visit. Then again, he was plotting our death.

I groaned as the cold froze me to the bone, pain spread through my body like fire. Even the slightest movements sent pain through my entire body.

The cold was unbearable, like a winter night stranded in the middle of nowhere. My toes were blue along with most of my precious skin. I wabted to cry, wanted to scream and plead for my life but that's what he wants; he wants me to suffer before my death.

"Time is running out," I whispered to myself. "Will everything really be okay?"

My hope was fading like the candle light flickering in the far corner of the basement.

I took a deep breath trying to clam my nerves. Stark was the only one that could save me now, I fucked everything up.

Christian could care less what was going to happen to me. He could care less that Stark wanted to protect me from Julian's evil plans; Christian was on that monsters side from the very beggining.

"Why did shit hit the fan? Why did everything go to hell? I didn't deserve this. No human being should be in any situation like this - humans are suppose to rule the world, not these monsters that were created by soldier's during the first war - hundreds of years ago.

They were just failed experiments. One that should have been contained and disposed of. Why would anyone create such disgusting beings.

"What a life I lived." I mumbled. I was lonely, I wanted - needed someone to talk to. Just sitting alone in the dark was driving me crazy, I wanted to cry, to hold someone and pray for my unborn childs safety.

He could torture me, he could do anything and I'd allow it just to keep our child alive. I don't care how many beatings or how many times he'll nearly kill me, I won't allow him to enjoy himself by murdering this child.

"Mom, dad. Are you still watching over me? Did I let you down?" I wanted to talk to them, to see them again.

I missed the sound of their voices, the way they smiled and the way they laughed. Just memories that I could only faintly remember. Memories that I clutched onto desperately.

Tears stained my cheeks as I glanced into space trying to imagine their faces - their smiles.

I took a deep breath as my teeth chattered together. The cold air wrapped around my body, hugging my flesh in its brutal embrace. I rubbed my baby bump and smiled sadly.

"Don't worry. We'll be fine, he won't hurt you; I won't let that happen even after you've grown older." I closed my eyes and chewed my bottom lip.

My precious child was created by a monster, a PureBlood vampire with no remorse. I sat quietly and enupyed feeling the little kicks against my womb.

Soon after falling asleep I heard distant footsteps coming toward me. I quickly peeled my eyes open and noticed a dark figure, cloaked by the shadows standing before me. The figure loomed over me watching me with glowing eyes.

"W-who are you?" I asked.

A snicker filled the room, the deep, cheerful rumble made my blood rub cold. Julian emerged from the shadows, his pale skin was stained with blood - his lips were curved in a evil grin as blood dripped down his chin.

"It's nearly time for your public execution. I was curious as to whether you had any last words before I finish gathering everyone." He snickered.

"Yeah I do, actually." I admitted.

He raised a brow, crouched and leaned toward me. His expression was twisted with amusment.

"I'll see you in hell." I muttered between clenched teeth. His expression lit up - his awful smile grew and his eyes widened with joy.

"In hundreds of years from now, maybe. It'll be the day my own child assassinates me, as I did my father." He climbed to his feet and turned on his heel.

I stared at his back and cleared my throat.

"That'll be the day when the world is rid of the devil himself. You belong in hell; burning with the rest of the evil bastards." I stated.

Julian glanced over his shoulder and for a moment he was expressionless, his eyes met mine and he seemed to genuinely smile for a split second. I frowned as I watched him walk away to prepare for my execution.

What did that expression mean? What is he plotting?

I rubbed my eyes and climbed to my feet with a grunt. My back ached from the hard ground.

"Stark will come for us," I whispered, "I'm sure of it."

I touched the bars and smiled. Stark made me feel things that I had never known - made me miss his smile, his laugh, the way his eyes crease when he's happy and the way he looked at me.

I wanted to see him, to hold him and kiss him. I wanted to smile and laugh with him some more.

From the moment I met him, until now, he became someone very special to me. He became my first love.

Stark unexpectedly became the man I hoped to spend my life with.

He's my unexpected, accidental, first love.