House of Vampires: The New Wife

Chapter Eight

As I sat on the edge of my bed, holding the empty journal and pen that I had discovered in the nightstand, I felt a sudden urge to write down my thoughts and feelings. There was something about the blank pages that felt liberating, as if I could pour my heart and soul onto them without fear of judgment or consequence. Lost in my own world, I began scribbling down everything that came to my mind when suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Hoping it was Tate, I happily yelled, "come in!"

But my heart sank when I saw it was the blonde-haired boy from dinner standing in the doorway. Instantly, I felt a wave of fear wash over me. He seemed bored by my presence instantly which only unnerved me even more.

The blonde-haired boy stepped further into the room, his eyes set on me, a bored expression on his face.

"Elias wants you in the dining hall for breakfast," he said in a monotone voice.

It was clear that he didn't particularly care about the task at hand and was simply relaying the message as he had been instructed to.

I couldn't help but feel uneasy at the thought of leaving my room with him. Nevertheless, the thought of disobeying Elias and risking his wrath was too much to bear, and so, reluctantly, I rose to my feet and followed the blonde-haired boy out of my room. As we walked down the dark and ominous hallway, the atmosphere heavy with an unwavering sense of danger, I couldn't help but feel my heart racing and my palms growing clammy. The uncertainty of what may lie ahead made me yearn for the safety and comfort of my own bed, but I knew that there was no turning back now. I had to face whatever was waiting for me in the dining hall, no matter what.

As I entered the dining room, my eyes scanned the long table that sat before me. The boys were all in their respective seats, each one silently sipping on their wine and picking at their plates. Elias sat at the end of the table, an imposing figure with a stern expression on his face. His other son and his daughter-in-law were noticeably absent, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that I wouldn't have to face them just yet. As I took my designated seat at the end of the table, I couldn't help but notice the way that Cyrus and Zaidon where both glaring at me with intense hostility. It made me feel uneasy and self-conscious, as if they could see right through me.

"Good morning," Elias greeted me politely, acting as if nothing had happened in the night before. I couldn't help but wonder what his true intentions were.

A sense of foreboding settled over me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that danger was lurking just around the corner.

I made eye contact with Tate, as I replied, "Good morning."

Tats sent me a reassuring smile, making my uneasiness lessen slightly. I couldn't help but feel like a prisoner, the silence was pervasive and uncomfortable, and I found myself fidgeting nervously in my seat.

Suddenly, Elias spoke, his deep voice echoing around the room. "Have you enjoyed your room, Miss Brynleigh?" he asked, his eyes fixed on mine.

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice, and I couldn't help but wonder what his intentions were. Did he really care about my well-being, or was he simply testing me, trying to figure out what made me tick? His question seemed innocent enough, but the atmosphere was so tense that it was impossible to feel at ease. I knew I had to choose my words carefully if I wanted to survive in this dangerous game.

"Um...yes, sir," I managed to stutter out as I met Elias' gaze.

The intensity of his eyes made me feel like he could see right through me, and I knew that I had to be careful with my words lest I incur his wrath. It was true that my room was luxurious, but I couldn't bring myself to truly enjoy it given the circumstances I found myself in. I found myself wishing that I could return to a simpler time, where life was uncomplicated and filled with joy. But it seemed that those days were long gone, and that my future was uncertain at best. The tense silence that followed my reply was almost too much to bear, and I felt the weight of their collective gaze bearing down on me like a physical force.

Elias' eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, I feared that I had said something wrong. But then, to my surprise, there was a faint, crooked smile playing at his lips.

"I'm glad to hear it, Miss Brynleigh," he said in a tone that was almost...unnervingly positive.

It was as if he was pleased with himself for providing such lavish accommodations for me - like I was some sort of guest at an expensive hotel. I couldn't help but feel like there was something sinister lurking behind his words, and I found myself growing more and more uneasy by the second. Why am I here? Why was I being held captive ? The questions were overwhelming, and I found myself struggling to keep my thoughts in check. For now, though, all I could do was keep my head down and try to blend in - to not draw any more attention to myself than was absolutely necessary.

Elias took a long drink from his wine before setting the glass down with a thud.

"I hear that Tate has taken a liking to you, Miss Brynleigh," he said, his voice casual.

I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I processed his words - Why would he suggest that? And what was he planning to do with this information? I glanced over at Tate, who looked just as startled as I felt. We exchanged weary glances, both of us clearly aware of the danger that was lurking just beneath the surface. Was this Elias' way of testing us, seeing how we would react in a potentially dangerous situation? I knew that I had to be careful with my words, it was clear that this was a game, and one that could have very real consequences if we played it wrong.