The Vampire Slave [Complete]

*Chapter 33* 1 day left

I woke in my bed, someone had put me here, I realized instantly.

I suddenly longed to go back to the balconey and just stand there with what was left of my lost prince.

I smiled at the thought. A princess going to rescue her prince. It truly shows how women can do anything.

I got out of the sheets with a struggling wrestle. But I won and threw off my clothes. I jumped in and out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror.

My eyes followed down my chest and down my stomach. I traced them with my fingers. The stitches. I could heal them away, but I didn't want to. I also didn't know why.

I didn't feel like changing into clothes so I pulled on my black silk robe with Chinese red dragons on it. I walked barefoot into the hall. I sprinted to the balconey and hid before anyone saw me.

After a moment I strode towards the railing at ease and leaned against it. Sighing, I looked out at the silent city, thinking of all the possible places people could be hiding at.

I turned and looked at the large balconey. I thought of a large patio set here, and thought, 'Maybe when I win the war.'

I sighed and sat on my knees, facing the city again. Why couldn't my life be as easy as theirs? They are slaves, yes, but they aren't me. In my position. In my big girl boots.

"Why do I keep finding you out here, Mom?" a voice asked from behind me and I smiled at the word 'Mom'.

I turned and faced Bryan, who looked smaller than when I last saw him. I knelt to his height and hugged him tightly.

"Bryan," I paused, "Please know that whatever fate is waiting for me in The End, know that I always love you and you're the son I've always dreamed of having. Even though I wasn't expecting him at age 17." I smiled and he returned it.

"I'm only 10 years younger than you." he said and my smiled grew. I loved my Bryan. I would feel uncontrollably protective over him. Like a momma bear.

I heard a flapping of wings and footsteps. I tensed and tackled Bryan protectively as I looked over my shoulder at Silas. He wasn't scowling, but he sure as hell wasn't smiling a sunshine and lollipops smile either.

I snarled, "What do you want?"

He mimicked an angry cat meowing and added a hiss, "I won't hurt him. I promise. But I can't promise the same for you. Tomorrow is our time. You WILL fight. And knowing someone as sneaky as you, I wanted to tell you that you have to fight. Sick excuses won't work in war. Maybe school. But not war."

I suddenly felt guilt crawling in me, I have never even thought of escaping it. My God, did I WANT to go to war?! I looked at Silas and guilt kept going. I hurt him in the weakest point in the body, but why? Just to hurt him.

I averted my eyes and whispered to Bryan, "Go on I'll talk to you later. I love you."

He smiled and left, but I knew he was worried about me. I stood, guilty of everything I caused him. I walked up to him and stared into his eyes.

"-Why do you look so guilty? What's going on?" he Sighted.

"-I'm guilty because I never wanted to back out of this."

He raised eyes eyebrows at me and I saw the wheels turning in his head, "Even," he paused, looking at me as if i'd slapped him in the face, "Even when you kissed me?"

I sighed and looked down, "Yes, even when I kissed you. I thought-"

"-You thought what!" he shouted at my face, "Go on, tell me!"