Cold Blood | E.D

3. Spill Your Secrets

Finely Stone;

The pain felt like millions of needles piercing my skin all at once. It was excruciating.

I screamed like I had never before. My eyes shut, trying to forget the pain and forget where I was. It was no use, the pain was too much. I could feel my hands shaking and my limps growing more and more weaker by each blow. My heart hammered against my chest, my breathing coming out in pants.

I could taste a metallic substance in my mouth, my blood. My head dropped as I had accepted defeat, as if I had given up completely. I was ashamed. The King kept sending blows like he was a professional at it. He probably was, being the cold-hearted monster he is. He probably done this hundreds of times.

How can someone be so cruel? What did I ever do to him to deserve such beatings? As if being locked away, keeping me away from the outside world for ten years wasn't enough.

The pain became so unbearable that it just made me wish I died already. Just the thought of death sounded great at the moment, it was so much better than this everyday torture. I craved for that final relief.

"Are you ready to spill your secrets?!" The King practically roared.

All I could hear was his voice shouting at me, demanding answers to the questions I didn't even understand. None of this made any sense. I couldn't even form the words to tell he he was mistaken, but my throat was numb from all the painful screaming. All I could do was cry and beg him to stop.

All of a sudden, it became too much, the pain, the screaming, the tears, the King's nonstop questions and demands. I felt my eyes dropping as I thought maybe God maybe decided to end my suffering.

My eyes shut, everything went black.

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Ethan Dolan;

Her limp body hit the floor before I could provide her with another blow to her back. I was beyond furious, not only did this human girl plan against me, but she was refusing to admit who she actually was. Someone else had to be involved with this all, someone powerful.

I scanned my brain of any possible suspects, but I came up with nothing, because nobody would even think about going against me, the main royalty. The Vampires feared me, I had the best army, who one soldier was equivalent to ten others. Anyone who stood in my path was brutally killed.

So who could be behind this? Did it have anything to do with her parents? I shook my head. They were definitely human, they were killed so easily.

I looked at the limp body on the ground. I didn't feel a thing but pure rage running through my veins as I was whipping her. It seemed to be consuming me every time I'm near her. Maybe it was because she reminded me of a certain siren.

I threw the whip down angry and turned around, wondering why I hadn't already killed her. The answer seemed to be in the back of my mind, but I refused to believe it. It was because she hadn't done any harm yet, that's what I like to think anyway. It was definitely not because of the way something inside of her calls out to me, like an invisible force trying to pull me closer. Certainly not because of the feeling of belonging I felt when I first lay my eyes on her.

The way her hair was messed because of her attempts of fighting back against my guards, made me watch to reach out and tuck a strand behind her ears. Her brown orbs shimmered from the pool of tears in her eyes. I could tell she was afraid of me, I could hear her heart beating rapidly in her chest the moment I stepped foot into the prison. It was like melody I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.

She looked so clueless, so innocent.

Back then, I had to hold myself back because the words quit being such a pedophile were swirling around in my mind. I had never experienced such feelings in a long time, that's what made me even more mad at her. This had been the hardest ten years of my life, and to a Vampire, ten years is nothing. I felt like I was having battles with myself everyday.

"Robert, clean her up and leave her in one of the guest rooms." I said to one of my most trustworthy guards. "Oh, and I need to see a witch."

"As you wish, your highness. I'll have Luna come immediately." He bowed his head and turned to leave.

"No, I need an older one. Get me Cordelia." I stopped him.

"As you wish, your majesty."

"Tell her it's an emergency. I need her to sort some things out for me." With that I left the study, hands in pockets gracefully as if I hadn't tortured someone minutes before.