I watched her sleeping in the bed as the doctor’s removed her oxygen and IVs, slowly monitoring her for any sudden changes. When they were finished and no changes occurred they packed up. “Call us if you need us,” one of the doctors said, as if I wouldn’t.
I slowly picked her up, positive she would wake as soon as the cold air in the hallway meet her skin and I was right. I quickly located her birthmark on her hand, soothingly tracing circles around it with my thumb. I would save the wings for when we entered the room. Her body relaxed and she buried her head into the crook of my neck. She was weak and exhausted.
Outside the torture room I whispered, “You’re allowed to dig into anyone’s head in here.” Then quickly I sent to King Ethan, Watch your thoughts. She can read them and anyone else who’s in there. I gave him a few seconds to warn whoever was in there, other than King Dracula, before opening the door.
The smell of blood instantly filled my nose. I looked up at the same time as Ashlyn to King Dracula’s mutilated body. Ashlyn scurried out of my hold and behind my back, gripping my shirt while fluttering above the ground.
“I tried to get him to talk before you got here.” That was King Ethan’s excuse.
“I can’t protect you when you’re holding onto me like that,” I said to Ashlyn, trying to get her to let go. Her grip released, but she kept her trembling hands on my back.
“He hasn’t had a drop of blood in two weeks,” King Ethan said.
“Other words I could fight him off one handed,” I said, slowly twisting so she could flutter back into my arm. I brushed my hands over her wings, causing the calming to take effect immediately.
“Awe, she found her other half,” King Dracula sarcastically said. “And I think they love each other.”
Out of the corner of my eye I saw King Ethan raising his whip. What the hell are you doing? Trying to kill her, I silently said, protectively.
He lowered his whip giving me a sorry look. “Can she have his blood?” He asked King Dracula, spitefully.
“Vampixies do exist,” he responded cocky. This time when King Ethan raised his whip I cradled her head into my chest blocking out as much sound and sight as I could from her.
“Remind me to question Michael later, guess that wasn’t a made-up term.” The whip cracked and Ashlyn startled in my hold, but instantly calmed down. I took a deep breath. “Can she have his blood to heal her?” King Ethan asked again.
“Yes, but if it is her heart, it is only a quick fix. It will keep failing until she is released.” King Dracula smirked, and then started laughing evilly. “The problem with the winged ones is they get so worked up in captivity they are constantly flapping their wings and breathing in their dust, which clogs the veins in their lungs, leading to their hearts.” His line, they died of natural causes, ran through my mind.
A few seconds after he spoke, Ashlyn started fluttering her wings under my hand, she started crying, and trying to break free from me “What’s he thinking?” King Ethan asked in a hurry. She never stopped trying to fight.
“I was told she was powerless,” King Dracula said.
“I gave her back the power to read your thoughts,” I retorted. “How the hell did you know that?”
