Wings

Chapter 41

Chapter 41- The Hard Truth

I could hear the boys pulse dim into nothing, so suddenly and then he was gone...for now. I watched numbly as Simone called guards in to take the boy who's name neither one of us knew away.

I could feel hot tears burn my eyes but I blinked them away, reluctanly I placed two fingers against my neck, searching for a pulse. What I found confirmed what I already knew. I was dead.

"You should get cleaned up. You will be wedded to be in the morning." My breath hitched and I cried out as he pulled the blade from my flesh. The pain cooked within me but with the release of the blade I could feel it dulling. I felt the world spin as I looked at Simone perplexed. "Why in the actual hell would I wed you?" I asked incredulously. Simone twirled the blade in his hand, examining the blade that conquered at least three lives today.

"Hope, how many times do I have to tell you-."

"I know that its to hurt Ashered but making me a monster is good enough. Why would you want me to marry you?" I ask.
Simone offers me his hand thinking of a response.
I bare my teeth at him using one hand to push myself up. Failing, Simone catches me before I make my way back to the floor. Sparks that burned my skin in a not to pleasant way ignited across my flesh.
Simone looked at me, his eyes searching deep within me. "Because you're mine." He growled lifting me up so that my body was pressed flush against his. I was sure my blood was coating his white shirt. I tried to pull away but his grip tightened so much around my waist that it hurt.
I winced as he moved a strand of hair from my face. "I will keep you and hurt Ashered all at once getting what I desire." Bile raised inside me. "I will never do that." I said fighting the crack in my voice.
Simone laughed darkly. "Yes you will. For the boy, for Ashered, for your friends and family you will. And you need blood if you want to heal before the wedding."

I looked at the window and swallowed hard. "The morning is coming." He said ominously. I looked at the brim of daylight begin to arise and Simones attention turned back to me. "You should drink if you don't want to be drug down the isle. You have three hours to get ready."
Simone let go of his hold on me and I felt myself drop before a guards arm held my underarm keeping me somewhat upright.

"Take her to Nova to be dressed. If she refuses to drink blood make her regret it."

I felt the world spin as the guard drug me through the hallways. I could barely see where I was going in the maze of passageways. I could only decipher that it was somewhere cold and it was an rundown estate that was crumbling.

I felt vomit escape me and the guard cursed and we both staggered to a stop as blood arose and exited my throat. I coughed as it rubbed my throat like the burn of vodka.

"Clean up this mess." The guard barked at a passerbyer.
The person leaned down and brought a pale and rag beginning to scrub at the muck.
When the eyes looked up to me my heart pounded to a stop. It was Amy's soft eyes as she smiled at me. She mouthed to me "hold on." Before busting herself with the mess I had projected.

I grunted as the guard pulled me away from her and she nodded to me as I tried to open my mouth to her.
"Ah the daunting slut made it here."
The hairs on my arms stuck up at the familiar shrillness of the voice.
I turned to the woman who had beaten me. The  dark eyes of hers like dry ice against me.
I pushed back on the guard trying to put as much distance between us but he only snorted thrusting me forward. Nova moved out of the way revealing a doorway that I face planted into.
I swallowed and wiped my bloody nose with the back of my hand as she pushed my feet out of the way and shut the door on the guard.

"I will enjoy dressing you as Simones wife. Trapped in a loveless marriage nonetheless."
I pulled myself
Into a sitting position my red hair grasping onto the fresh blood that dripped from my nose. I swiped it away and looked at Nova.
She wore a dress that barely hit her delicates. It was a deep burgundy and to accompany it were heels as dark as night. She pressed her foot against my hand, the heel of it digging into me. " We are going to have a lot of fun." She sang and with that the heel went through my palm and a pained scream escaped me.