Prince Darrius

Chapter 35

“Here she is! And what a brave girl she certainly is!” My eyes flutter open to the unfamiliar masculine voice which penetrates my sleep and wakes me up in a groggy mess. My eyes focus on an off-white ceiling and bright fluorescent lights. 

I felt like I had just been dumped on a table.

I moan in pain as my head throbs. My limbs feel heavy and only some feeling very slowly comes back to my body. The air smells different.

Where was I? 

“Argh…” I try and speak but it is hard to form any words. My eyes flicker to a middle aged man standing to the side of me. I’m on some sort of table and I’m still wearing my wedding dress that Isobel made for me. 

Someone screams, accompanied with vicious snarling and chains rattling. 

“Hold him down!” The same man beside me gives the order and I very slowly turn my head to the side to see a man in a suit hunched over, grabbing his bleeding wrist. Behind him is…

Oh god, no!!!

“Darrius…?” My voice comes out in a husky whisper. 

He is in chains against a wall. Two men hold him still while another one sticks a needle into his neck and injects something into his system. 

“No…” I whisper. No, no, no. What was happening? Where was I? 

“It’s okay, you’re going to be just fine, sweetheart,” The middle aged man reassures me from beside me.

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” I try and snarl it, and successfully do as my voice properly comes back to me. The man beside me ignores me and turns to face someone on my right.

“As you can see this situation is totally in control now,” he speaks to someone on the other side of the large white room. I see cameras and people dressed up in business suits. Humans. 

“What will be done with the Prince Vampire?” One of the business men asks.

“Kept alive, and sedated. For now,” The other man replies, “We wish to congratulate this young girl here. Who is just waking up now, for her brave survival in the secret vampire palace where she was held prisoner.” 

“This is enough for now,” The business man replies, “We’ll put something together for the public to see.”

“Who are you?” I ask the man beside me, “What do you want from me and Darrius?”

“I saved you,” he says, looking down at me, “I’m politician Greg Humphrey. I organised your rescue and the Prince’s capture. You can thank me and everyone else involved for saving –”

“Go to hell,” I snap, trying to lean up on my elbows. I do so from the sheer force of my will. I was still so weak from being drugged, “I was happy there –”

“I don’t care if you were happy there or not,” Greg cuts in coldly, “We did what we needed to do for the survival of man-kind. You will soon see that and understand how important it is that you are protected from all supernatural creatures.” 

“I don’t like you,” I say menacingly, “And if you hurt Darrius I will kill you.” 

“Your prince is sleeping, and he is not going anywhere. We need him. Alive, for now. Benjamin,” Greg looks past me to the business men and cameras, “I need to talk to you and your crew outside. We aren’t done yet.”

“What are you doing?” I glare at Greg as he dismisses me with a wave of his hand and motions for Benjamin to follow him. 

“You’ll know soon enough, sweetheart,” He walks from the room and most of the others follow except for the few guards hanging around Darrius, who is unconscious now. Still wrapped in chains.