thought of that man touching me.
"I will
leave your son here, unharmed, but you will not see Elizabeth
again."
With
that, he crushed the phone with a light squeeze of his hand. His
full attention turned to me causing every vein in my body to run
cold in fear. I knew what he wanted from me. I knew why he never
slaked his lust with me when I was younger. I had been promised to
him by my parents and he was collecting on that promise.
"Come,"
he commanded.
I pushed
Christian further out of the Master's view, if that was at all
possible.
"I don't
care about him. You are the one I've come to collect," he
assured.
I looked
back at Christian; his cheeks were red and puffy from crying, more
tears streamed down his face. What choice did I have? If I fought,
I was grossly outnumbered against vampires and they would kill
Christian or at least harm him until I agreed to go.
"Please,
just don't hurt him," I begged.
"I have
no reason to, ma chérie."
I turned
around and knelt in front of Christian. I pulled him into a tight
hug as he cried into my chest. Try as I might, I could not stop the
tears from rolling down my cheeks.
"Momma,
I'm scared," he cried.
"I know
but you have to be brave right now," I whispered.
"Like
Dad?"
I nodded,
"Exactly like Dad. I have to go with this vampire but I want you to
stay right here until Dad comes to get you. Can you do
that?"
I prayed
he told Titus I said this man was a vampire. It was the only clue I
could give my son without flat out telling him.
"But
where are you going," he begged.
"This
vampire raised me. I have to go with him."
"But I
don't want you to go," he wailed.
His
emotional anguish forced more tears from my eyes as I memorized
every feature of his face. It would be one of the only things to
keep me going while the Master kept me in captivity. I would do
anything for Christian, even if it meant a life of servitude to
keep him safe.
"I know,
Christian-"
"As
touching as this is, I am done with it. We are leaving now unless
you would like to see something happen to him."
I hugged
Christian one last time and kissed his cheeks; they were salty from
his tears and I would never forget that taste and smell. I would
never forget how terrified his milk chocolate eyes looked or how
his small body trembled. It was the single most crushing experience
in my life.
"I love
you, Christian. Don't ever forget that, okay?"
He nodded
and wrapped his small arms around my neck, sniffling and still
bawling.
I felt a
hand tangle to the base of my scalp and pull me away from
Christian. He cried out for me but the Master didn't care. He
roughly drug me from the room as I gripped his forearm to get him
to stop pulling my hair but he wasn't stopping. I was shoved into
the arms of another vampire and hauled downstairs.
I
listened carefully to make sure no one harmed Christian and to my
surprise, no one did. Everyone left the house with Christian still
upstairs crying. The sound of him crying had never been more
welcomed as I was thrown into a car and sped off. Now all I had to
do was form a plan.
*********
"Did you
honestly think I wouldn't come for you?" He asked
casually.
I didn't
respond. I simply stared out the window as we drove the winding
roads. He had this idea that if he produced a child with a
werewolf, it would be the start to a superior race but that's not
how genetics work. I was certain the lines couldn't be combined
naturally; not that there had never been a werewolf and vampire
couple, but it was rare. If a child was produced, it was either
vampire or wolf, never a blend. Maybe some day, in a test tube, a
blending of the lines could be possible but this man was
delusional.
"I expect
a verbal response when I ask a question," he bit out.
I knew
angering him would not do me any good so I chose to
comply.
"Yes,
Master," I responded nearly silent.
"Ma
chérie, you may call me by name. You will be mine in every
way."
I cringed
at the thought.
"Now tell
me, did you think I
"I will
leave your son here, unharmed, but you will not see Elizabeth
again."
With
that, he crushed the phone with a light squeeze of his hand. His
full attention turned to me causing every vein in my body to run
cold in fear. I knew what he wanted from me. I knew why he never
slaked his lust with me when I was younger. I had been promised to
him by my parents and he was collecting on that promise.
"Come,"
he commanded.
I pushed
Christian further out of the Master's view, if that was at all
possible.
"I don't
care about him. You are the one I've come to collect," he
assured.
I looked
back at Christian; his cheeks were red and puffy from crying, more
tears streamed down his face. What choice did I have? If I fought,
I was grossly outnumbered against vampires and they would kill
Christian or at least harm him until I agreed to go.
"Please,
just don't hurt him," I begged.
"I have
no reason to, ma chérie."
I turned
around and knelt in front of Christian. I pulled him into a tight
hug as he cried into my chest. Try as I might, I could not stop the
tears from rolling down my cheeks.
"Momma,
I'm scared," he cried.
"I know
but you have to be brave right now," I whispered.
"Like
Dad?"
I nodded,
"Exactly like Dad. I have to go with this vampire but I want you to
stay right here until Dad comes to get you. Can you do
that?"
I prayed
he told Titus I said this man was a vampire. It was the only clue I
could give my son without flat out telling him.
"But
where are you going," he begged.
"This
vampire raised me. I have to go with him."
"But I
don't want you to go," he wailed.
His
emotional anguish forced more tears from my eyes as I memorized
every feature of his face. It would be one of the only things to
keep me going while the Master kept me in captivity. I would do
anything for Christian, even if it meant a life of servitude to
keep him safe.
"I know,
Christian-"
"As
touching as this is, I am done with it. We are leaving now unless
you would like to see something happen to him."
I hugged
Christian one last time and kissed his cheeks; they were salty from
his tears and I would never forget that taste and smell. I would
never forget how terrified his milk chocolate eyes looked or how
his small body trembled. It was the single most crushing experience
in my life.
"I love
you, Christian. Don't ever forget that, okay?"
He nodded
and wrapped his small arms around my neck, sniffling and still
bawling.
I felt a
hand tangle to the base of my scalp and pull me away from
Christian. He cried out for me but the Master didn't care. He
roughly drug me from the room as I gripped his forearm to get him
to stop pulling my hair but he wasn't stopping. I was shoved into
the arms of another vampire and hauled downstairs.
I
listened carefully to make sure no one harmed Christian and to my
surprise, no one did. Everyone left the house with Christian still
upstairs crying. The sound of him crying had never been more
welcomed as I was thrown into a car and sped off. Now all I had to
do was form a plan.
*********
"Did you
honestly think I wouldn't come for you?" He asked
casually.
I didn't
respond. I simply stared out the window as we drove the winding
roads. He had this idea that if he produced a child with a
werewolf, it would be the start to a superior race but that's not
how genetics work. I was certain the lines couldn't be combined
naturally; not that there had never been a werewolf and vampire
couple, but it was rare. If a child was produced, it was either
vampire or wolf, never a blend. Maybe some day, in a test tube, a
blending of the lines could be possible but this man was
delusional.
"I expect
a verbal response when I ask a question," he bit out.
I knew
angering him would not do me any good so I chose to
comply.
"Yes,
Master," I responded nearly silent.
"Ma
chérie, you may call me by name. You will be mine in every
way."
I cringed
at the thought.
"Now tell
me, did you think I
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