Annabelle’s POV

Take it or leave it, I’m attached to that boy, no matter what he did.

Did I like it?

No.

Did I have to deal with it?

Yes.

“Lunes, what happened?” I murmured over and over. It was like it happened in slow motion. Alex was there, but he wasn’t there. His body was there, but his mind was saying “blood” and was ravenous.

Luna stared at the bars, the silent girl not quite comprehending it herself. Everyone was silent and mourning.

“A soul will rise on the wings of a raven, a white flag amongst black feathers, and silent prayer amongst wails of contempt. Take heed and be warned….” Blue whispered to us. Jaime bobbed his head in understanding.

“She maybe be gone yet.” Luna whispered to me, her dreary eyes mournful. I sat down next to her, rubbing her back softly. Luna may be silent, but she took in everyone’s pains as if it were her own.

“Don’t fret, dear. Master Carlile will come down and tell us eventually.” Lynn spoke hopefully. The air seemed colder and the lights seemed lacking life. The flames didn’t dance, but held still in weighty silence.

“Well, I hope so.” Grey-Girl muttered. She had been pacing the entire time. We all feared that Master Gaskarth had finished her off. It seemed to be forever since we had gotten a new friend. We didn’t want to lose her so easily.

Blue turned her eyes towards the door, as if on high alert. She had always been like that, as if she was able to sense an approaching presence.

The door swung open, as if on cue. Everyone retreated to their corners, fearing another bloodlust attack. Luna took my hand and pulled me backwards to my corner, eyes to the ground. Yet, I was too curiously. I had to look.

It was Alex.

As I had feared.

As everyone had feared.

“Master Gaskarth.” I murmured, casting my eyes towards the icy floor as soon as he glanced to me. Swiftly, he opened our door. Luna whimpered in fear. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Please, sir….”I was cut off as he forcefully grasped my shoulders and pulled me close. Out of instinct, I tilted my head back, barring my neck and waiting for the two little pin pricks and the paralyzing sensation that always accompanied each feeding. I let out a little mewl to sudden moves.

But that little paralyzing sensation never came.

His lips brushed my neck, freezing there. The cold lips pressed against my flesh, never biting, but only a brief hesitation.

And I just waited for him to do it, just to get it over with. Trembling under his grasp, I heard a sad sigh escape as he relaxed his tense muscles and just let his hands rest on my shoulders instead of gripping them.

“I never wanted you to be afraid of me.” He whispered so low only I could hear. I shook even harder.

“I’m not.” I attempted to convince not Alex, but myself.

“I can smell it on you. You don’t need to lie.” He muttered, resting his head on my shoulder. I stood stock still as he just wrapped his arms around my shoulders and buried his head in the crook of my neck. I felt him…sob?

“Come on, Master Gaskarth.” I whispered gently, pulling on his arms and sitting down in the other corner. Luna looked away, focusing elsewhere and not us. It was the usual respectful privacy that we got here in the cells. Everyone did it for one another.

“I-I c-can’t believe t-that I did t-that to h-her.” He mumbled, still crying into my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, always cautious of what might happen. This time, he didn’t hold me-I held him.

He nestled his head into my chest and I put my chin on his head, rubbing the back of his neck soothingly. Alex grabbed onto my legs, as if I were the anchor he needed to the world.

Being down here didn’t only mean you were a feed-sub and subjected to being the source of food for your Master, it meant forming a close connection and helping them through anything they were going through.

Vampires are cold. Their blood stops running as soon as they’re turned. Their bodies go cold. Although they can’t provide their own heat source, they never get cold like mortals do, but they sure can sense heat and warmth.

Their favorite source of warmth? Human touch.

Being in the castle as a feed-sub means you hold them when they need to. You help them feel warm when they’re at their coldest. Vampires aren’t emotionless-they need love just like us! That’s what a lot of people don’t realize.

Vampires actually do need love and need someone to provide that.

And no matter how badly Alex Gaskarth screws up, I really do love that man. Right now, he needed me.

I put a hand through his hair, feeling the soft strands run through my fingers. I held his head against my chest, letting him feel safe and secure after feeling hungry and weak.

“I promise, I won’t ever let that happen again.” He whispered to me, looking up and meeting my eyes with watery brown orbs. I smiled weakly.

“I know you won’t.” I patted his shoulder. He leaned up and placed a gentle kiss before wrapping an arm around me and pulling my body closer to his. We leaned against the cold wall as his chest hummed from building happiness. I leaned into his chest. This was the old Alex I love.

“Promise me one thing, Master.”

“Anything, little one.”

“You’ll sing for me.” I smiled a little at the request. Alex laughed softy. He always loved to sing and I was constantly lulled to sleep by his voice. It was beautiful and dark, both mysterious and entrancing.

But before he could start, panicked voices were raised in alarm.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong

Notes

WHAT IS THIS ALARM FOR!?!?!? Ooh...I've got some big stuff planned!

I hope you enjoyed this little insight chapter. I decided that I should have a little afterthought to continue what had happened with the others feed-subs when Alex attacked. :)

Please keep reading and I hope you enjoyed this! You'll be shocked at the next few parts!!!