What Lurks in His Eyes

Chapter 6: Four Years

Song: Without the Lights by Elliot Moss

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Four years.

Four long years.

Four long years of misery.

Four long years of humiliation.

Four long years of agony, and I still haven't broken.

I don't know how much longer I can hold on though. My body has taken quite toll, and it feels as if I am closer to death everyday. 

But I am okay with that.

Maybe the silence of death will bring me the peace I crave.

Maybe the silence of death will bring me the peace I crave.

As I lie here alone on the cool, hard wooden floors of my room, I let those words sink in.

Maybe the silence of death will bring me the peace I crave.

I close my eyes, and those words ring through my head over and over. It seems as if Death himself taunts me. Just when I'm within reach of his cold arms, I am ripped away and thrown back into this life I live.

I turn my head and gaze out the barred window. The moon has fled and the stars are just starting to fade away as the sun begins to rise.

This time of day signals another day of servitude and misery.

I sit up from the floor and groan in pain. My body feels stiff from sleeping on the hard floor, and the wounds on my body scream their protest. The clothes on my body are torn, blood stained, and hang off my skeletal frame. 

I don't understand how I'm even still alive. 

Maybe my burning hatred for vampires is what motivates me to stay alive. After all, revenge on Adrian sounds rather....pleasant, and the thought of shifting into my wolf and ripping his head off his shoulders sends shivers of excitement down my spine.

Ending his life would surely avenge my parents and pack members.

But for now, I am damned to this life. Every day I promise my parents that I will be strong. And every day I begin to realize that I'm not going to be able to keep that promise for much longer.

I sigh as I walk. My legs shake with each step, threatening to fall.

Breakfast.

That's what I need.

And by breakfast I mean a single, bruised red apple.

But I don't complain as I devour the apple; seeds, stem and all. When food is scarce you don't complain even if all you have to eat is a single apple.

Once I'm done eating, I start helping the maids cook breakfast for the castle full of these leaches. The maids look as bad as I do, and they even have gaping holes in their necks from the vampires. I shudder as I steal glances at the wounds, and I'm grateful that werewolf blood tastes gross to vampires.

I grab the cleaning supplies from the cabinet and begin to climb the spiraling staircase. The staircase is cold, and made of stone. The castle always has a dark aura to it, probably because dark entities thrive here. It's like one of those spooky castles tucked away in the forest, almost resembling the castle from the movie Beauty and the Beast.

But unfortunately, life isn't a fairy tale, is it?

This castle contains no Beauty but many cruel, dark Beasts.