Chained to Me

17: Familiar Scent

Nina rushed over, everyone making way, creating a small passageway for her to march straight up to me and lift my shirt back up to examine on her own. She places her finger tips, pain rushing all over my back as I squealed, grabbing the nearest hand to squeeze.

Brody grabbed her and pulled her back, "Can't you see you're hurting her?" He shouted. I finally let go of the hand, Michael's hand.

"Sorry." I let out, trying to hold back my tears. He patted my head, before walking over to Brody and Nina to speak in private. Once they were gone, everyone began shooting out questions. "Is that poison?" "You look like you're breaking." "Can you shatter like glass?"

Poison? Maybe it was. Maybe it was that vampire, but no one has ever told me there were such side effects from a bite.

Or maybe it was something else. But why was it happening to me?

Soon enough they came back. "We might have to take a blood sample. And an X-ray." Brody explained.

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The man smiled as he enjoyed the little torture show in front of him. Black shadows covered him like a blanket, while his red eyes shone through it. The man in front of him, whaling as blood gushed out with every whip of a blade. The tortured man begged for his mercy, but he simply smiled, until he took a whiff of a familiar scent.

The man stood up from his shadowed throne, sniffing that delightful familiar scent. He hadn't smelt something like that for years. Smelling it brought him back joyous yet painful memories. He couldn't take it anymore.

The torturer stopped, "Sire, shall we stop for today?"

He spun his head around, catching the torturers face turning pale as he impaled him with his eyes. Then he looked at the man covered in blood, who could barely stand on his hands and knees, awaiting for another slash.

He slowly walked towards him, the bloody man slowly turning his head up to look at him, but it was a tad too late, as he had raised his foot and bashed his head into the granite tiles with monstrous force, breaking the tiles along with the now dead man.

"Clean this up before I get back." He said to his torturer before he spun around and left the dull room. He searched both directions the corridor could take him, there was no one there. But that wasn't unusual, as the palace he lived in was mostly infested with mice and dust instead of people.

He marched down the corridor, which turned into a run not seconds later, following the scent. He wanted to see her so badly. He wanted to embrace her again. To feel her skin. But all those wonderful wishes soon came to a halt after he realised the scent had stopped at a man's area. A man with distinguishingly blue eyes.

At first he was going to head back to his room, but one thought crossed his mind. Where did he get that scent?

In less than a second, he had appeared in front of blue eyes, already holding him by his throat lifting him up in the air, startling his friends he was talking to just seconds ago. They almost pounced on the man, before realising who he was, and slowly moved away.

"Why is her smell on you?" He spoke in an angry beastly manner. His other hand trying to hold back his killing intent.

"What are you talking about?" Blue eyes finally uttered. "So you want to play coy with me." He smiled, he could finally fulfil his urges, and get some answers out of him.

He let go of his neck. Blue eyes dropped on the floor, scouring for a breath to fill his lunges again. "Your highness, I'm sorry. Please." He begged as he saw him crouching down almost to his level.

"There is no place for whimpering children in my home." He smiled, as he grabbed blue eyes from his hair and dragged him back to his castle.