What He Made Me

Chapter 7 - Answers

Chapter 7 - Answers 

Alana awakes me again, and by my guess it is late afternoon now, which means she has come to collect me for dinner. Joyful. Another encounter with the Prince of Monsters.  She gasps as she sees me curled up, half naked on the bed, and then tusks her tongue.  I suppress a laugh. “Yes?” I ask, as she shakes her head. “Why are you undressed, my lady?” I shrug and she sighs, picking my dress up from the floor and bringing it over to me.

“Please, re-dress, dinner will be soon and from what I hear, you didn’t eat at breakfast. You must be famished.” I nod, and struggle back into the dress. She tusks again as she sees to my hair. Once she has styled my hair and face the way she did this morning, Alana steps back and gestures for me to follow her as we make our way back down to the dining room from earlier.

She stops in front the door and turns to me, “Please, behave yourself my lady, gossip of your breakfast has already started circulating around the Palace – I worry for you.” I feel my heart warm at the fact that she worries for me, and smile reassuringly, “I’ll be on my best behavior Alana, Promise.” She sighs in what I deem to be relief and then move to announce me into the room as she had this morning.

As I enter the room, I see that neither the brother nor Dante are present. Just Kalon, sits alone at the table. I sigh in relief and swiftly take a seat across from him. I smile at him, and he smiles back. “Are you ready to eat, my lady?” I nod, “Yes, thank you, Kalon.” He nods back and takes a sip of his drink which appears to be red wine. Then a question forms. “Do we need to eat?” I ask, somewhat rudely. “Yes, my lady, we do.  Although the hunger for food is less dominate than that for blood. We can go a few months without food, uncomfortably, though not even a few weeks without blood, unless you have a…substitute…”

I frown confused by his answer. Substitute? The very thought of drinking blood had my stomach in knots. It’s just revolting. But any further questioning is halted as Dante and his brother enter the room, they both set eyes on me before moving to sit down. Dante’s eyes are cold and distant, whilst his brothers are yet again just glistening with humor.

Dante looks as stunning as ever, wearing the same attire, but he looks somewhat ill. His skin taking a sickly colour and his eyes holding dark bags beneath them. I want to run up to him and nurse away his sickly looks. Don’t be so ridiculous!  I shout at myself, not quite sure where the want to do that had come from. But then, I never do understand the weird reactions my body has to his.

I narrow my eyes at the both of them, before telling the maid that was hovering around us what food I’d like from the vast selection before me. She filled my plate and I continued to eat slowly noticing that Dante sat beside Kalon and his brother took his seat from before, at the head of the table. We ate in awkward silence. I kept all the emotions around me at bay with more ease this time. No one made to move when we had all finished eating, so I decided to take the opportunity to ask my questions.

“Why am I here?” I ask rather forwardly, my voice strong and calm. I felt Dante’s annoyance for a couple seconds before quickly bottling it up. “You are here because you belong here Remadelia.” His voice is dark and intimidating, as usual. I flinch but stand up sharply, pushing my chair back, feeling my own anger course through me. “No, I do not! Now give me a real bloody answer! Because I want to leave, and I will, but first I want to understand why I was abducted and bought here in the first place!” I snarl out my words, surprised by my own harsh tone of voice.

Suddenly strong hands force me painfully back into my seat. “You cannot leave” Dante snarls at me. I’m about to argue back when his brother speaks. “Yes, little Remmi, you may not leave. See, my silly brother here bound himself to you, you being his soul mate and all, he couldn’t let you die and by saving your life he created a blood bond. Now you’re stuck with each other forever!” He adds a cruel laugh at the end and I feel Dante’s hands on my shoulders tighten.