Revenge
The first thing I saw when my senses were given back to me was the gray stones of what could only be part of a stone castle. Unfortunately for me, I was in a stone cell with two guards and no hope of escape.
"She's awake," one of the guards said.
"Obviously," the other scoffed, "You know that Durial's talent lasts only about a day or so."
"Shut up," the first one growled.
"Guards!" a strong voice silenced both of them. The strong voice belonged to a small body; the body of someone I recognized. That somebody was Vladimir. I couldn't help but let out an involuntary hiss. "Ah, my dear Athenodora, I see you have awakened."
I glared and remained silent.
"Being difficult are we? Well, perhaps we can change that," he sighed arrogantly. He took out a small golden key that hung around his neck and opened the lock to the cell that I was being held in. He came in and made a move to grab my arm but I flung him off into the wall.
"Don't touch me!" I growled. He paused, grinned and then left the cell after locking it. I stared after in confusion, but still feeling victorious. He nodded to the guards and they left while he simply stood in front of the cell…like he was waiting for something. I walked to the back corner, always keeping a wary eye on him.
I heard a small click and then all of a sudden flame burst into my cell in a huge torrent of fire. I didn't have time to register what was happening to me before I felt the pain. The pain was like my skin was being torn off slowly in layers and then burning when exposed. The pain was all over but I didn't make a noise. I knew that making a noise would give Vladimir what he wanted and I wouldn't, no couldn't, give him victory over me. Another wave of pain washed over me and I dug my fingers into my plam…only then did I realize that I was missing some digits. I threw myself to the cold-er stone floor to try to escape some of the heat. I crawled to the corner but the warmth only reverberated off the walls there and it was worse.
"Stop," I whispered; withholding a scream. A click followed and the heat became less intense. I looked around but I couldn't see anything. Slowly, my vision came back in haze and I made out a fuzzy figure standing directly in front of me and looking down.
"Are you more inclined to my terms now?" He asked politely. Though I could barely see I still glared at him. He chuckled and patted my head to which I moved away from his touch. "No? Well, we'll give it a day and see how things progress." I heard footsteps move farther away and familiar silence fall upon my cell. I didn't have to look up to know the two guards were standing at the door and I simply dragged my ragged body to back wall and lay flat.
"Do you think she'll know?" one guard asked just as I was drifting off. I knew I had to listen for any piece of information.
"Probably not," the other laughed, "I mean…look at her."
"I am you idiot. Only a fool would not." They both laughed.
"True, even with the burns she is still beautiful. If you want to I suggest you make your move now before Vlad returns."
"Keep a lookout," he whispered and then I actually saw a figure enter my prison. "Prisoner," he addressed me.
"I have a name," I said.
"I didn't inquire for it," he said, "and at the moment I'd like to remind you exactly in what position you are and where I am. You are a prisoner, and I am in control and you will do what I say."
"Screw you," I turned away. He stopped me by putting his hand on my shoulder but I slapped it away. He gripped my wrist and twisted earning a scream and a kick from me.
"Tsk tsk," he shook his head, "you forget your place again."
"I forget my place?" I laughed hoarsely, "No. More like you forget yours. I am a queen and you will address me as such. You are a maggot, a servant to a tyrant and you will rot in hell."
He grinned. "I always like women having a bit of temper. I must confess that you are the first queen I have had the pleasure of loving so forgive me if I do not completely satisfy you. But I know you will be just fine for me."
"Try to take advantage of me and see where that takes you," I narrowed my eyes and curled my lip back. He laughed and forced me to lie back by holding my wrist against the floor. I decided to fall back and let him try to lean forward. He did, and a swift kick to a sensitive area had him off me in seconds. I laughed and stood up glaring at him and then kicked him again letting out my wrath and then throwing him against the bars and repeating that a couple of times. It felt good.
Eventually the bars broke and I threw the mostly intact body at the second guard and I made a run for it. I found stairs and ran as fast as I could while trying to stay silent. I hid behind a couch in what I guessed was a living room and it was then that I noticed there was a window just to the side of the large fireplace. I crawled out from behind the couch and sprinted for the window simply throwing my body through the glass in one smooth motion.
I breathed in the fresh air and the sweetness of freedom as I flew out of the window. The breath was then torn out of my chest as my foot was suddenly stopped and I flopped into the stone wall. I struggled and tried to get free, but with nothing to hold onto I was dragged back into the dreaded room.
"Trying to escape are we?" Vladimir sneered. I struggled to get free without any success. "My dear," he sighed, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, "you realize that the more you struggle the closer I come to letting Stefan take charge of you, and Stefan is nearly not as kind as I am."
"Both of you can go to hell!" I screamed and continued with my struggle. He laughed and patted my head condescendingly.
"You will learn to appreciate my kindness," he whispered in my ear and let his breath run across my neck.
"You will learn to not touch me!" I hissed angrily and slapped his head back. He growled and threw me back against a wall, crushing several glass decorations.
"Vladimir, what is the cause of such noise?" An unfamiliar voice asked. Vladimir grinned,
"Our captive is being particularly difficult."
"I did tell you to kill her to begin with, did I not?" He finally came into view and I couldn't help but shudder.
"You did, but I figured we could use her more to our advantage alive. And plus, look how pretty she is; you wouldn't mind some entertainment around here, would you?" Vladimir grinned while I looked away disgusted.
"She's nothing out of the ordinary," Stefan said, glancing at me.
"Well if you don't want her then I will keep her to myself," Vladimir said nonchalantly.
"I'm not yours, not Stefan's, not anyone's possession," I said, "and the next time you say I'm yours or anyone else's I'll—"
"You'll what?" Vladimir sneered.
"I'll kill you."
Vladimir laughed. "That's a good one, Dora. Your husband didn't tell me you had a sense of humor."
"That's because my husband doesn't talk to trash."
"Well that may be, but you might as well forget about your beloved Caius, because you will never see him again. Or, perhaps in your case it would be easier to think of me as Caius…a little replacement."
Before I knew what I had really done, my fist had made contact with Vladimir's face, and my knee made contact with another delicate place.
"Oh, very smooth Vladimir. Classy." Stefan laughed. Vladimir hissed and pushed Stefan to the side before he grabbed me by my hair and pinned my arm behind my back.
"Damien!" Vladimir called to an unseen vampire.
"Yes, lord?" Damien, a vampire of medium build with black hair, replied.
"Take her back and make sure she doesn't escape. Stay with her and if she does anything you know what to do."
Seeing as it wasn't in my favor to resist anymore, I sullenly let myself be brought back to my cell. The guards gave each other a high five and resumed their post. Damien went to the opposite side of the sell and leaned against the side keeping a constant vigil.
An hour later….things were still the same.
"Damien," I said, finally growing tired of waiting around for nothing to happen. His eyes flickered to me for a second and then went back to staring at a seemingly very interesting wall of gray stone. "Yes, hello, I'm talking to you."
"Hello." He muttered and turned away.
"Is there no common courtesy in this damn place?" I shouted at him and turned back around frustrated to the side of the cell.
"I'll give you courtesy if you like," one of the guards said.
"You have got to be kidding me. Did you not get it the first time? I don't like you. I don't like any of you."
"If you don't like any of us, then why are you trying to start a conversation with me?" Damien asked pointedly.
"I'm bored." I gave him an apathetic look. "And does it look like I have anything better to do?"
He glanced lazily around the room, "No, although the fools outside seem like they would be dying to entertain you."
I let out a dry laugh. "I'm sure they would, but right now, teasing them doesn't quite fit into my best interests."
"Can't really get you into a worse position then you are now," he pointed out.
"That may be true," I shrugged, "but I just don't think I would find it enjoyable, I do have morals despite what you may believe."
He looked at me suddenly, scrutinizing my face intently, before looking away like nothing had happened. "Then why are you here if you have not trespassed the law?"
I snorted. "Trespassed the law? Really? The Romanians might have made the law last century, but we make the law now."
"So you're a Volturi," he eyed me again, "Royalty." He laughed.
"I don't know where Aro pulled that one from," I sighed. I noticed out of the corner of my eye Damien became very rigid and his hands balled into fists. "What, you got a grudge against the old man?"
He looked at me with eyes ablaze, "he robbed me of something precious."
"If you help me get out of this prison I'll give you back what's yours," I said as a joke but hey, I wouldn't mind honoring the proposition. "I mean, it's not like Jane is yours, or he stole your wife because that—Oh." At the mention of "wife" I noticed him stiffen again and wondered exactly what kind of trouble Aro had gotten into to get his beautiful Sulpicia at his side. Quite frankly, Damien looked like a formidable opponent and Aro seemed way to enraptured with world domination to steel wives.
"I don't make deals with prisoners," he growled and let silence fill the room; it kind of pissed me off, I was enjoying our conversation.
"Well, I can see why Sulpicia left you. Or, as you prefer to believe, that she was stolen."
He whipped around to face me with anger written on his face. "You have no idea of what you speak of. I suggest you remain in silence or you will regret it."
"Scary." I rolled my eyes and made a rude gesture. He sighed, shook his head, and then slowly approached me, looking quite handsome.
"Am I?" He asked, taking his finger and stroking my cheek. I didn't resist. I started to realize how pretty his eyes were, and exquisite lips…I wondered what it would be like to touch them. He leaned down and I got the chance. A feeling of the highest elation ran through my body and I felt whole since the first time I had been captured. I wondered why hadn't felt this the first time I saw Damien. I felt my mind seem to try to resist my wishes of being with Damien…but he was just so…lovely.
"Let's go to a nicer room," he suggested. I shrugged and kept my eyes on him. The way he looked at me made me forget I had legs to move. With a gentle whoosh he picked me up and carried me through the hallway and to other places but I didn't pay attention to them, I liked looking at his perfect face and eyes and nose and lips…
To my great disapproval he looked to the side for a split second and I noticed him look at another vampire. Vladimir maybe? There was a vampire named Vladimir, right? The maybe-Vladimir vampire gave Damien a thumbs up and continued walking at which point Damien looked back at me and I completely forgot the encounter had happened.
"What is your name?" He asked me. I took a moment in answering as his sweet voice rang through my ears and I rejoiced in the music.
"Athenodora," I replied. That was my name, right? It sounded harsh and brittle compared to the magnificent name of Damien. He opened his mouth and again sweet music came to my ears; I just stared in awe, not paying attention to any of the words.
We entered a room and he sat me down on a chair towards the far side of the wall.
"You should stay here for two days without moving," he said.
"I should stay here for two weeks," I echoed. Damien smiled, a second sun illuminating my world, and nodded.
"If you like."
"I…I would very much like to," I heard myself saying. He got up, his lips brushing mine, and then went to the door.
"Remember, don't move," he said.
"Never…move…" I repeated.
"Good," he whispered, and then exited.
(A/N: I have nothing to say except that i am ashamed of myself for not updating for so long especially since i really have no excuses except for writers block. I hope the next chapters (which should be up relatively soon) make up for my deserting of my lovely readers. I know this chapter isn't very good and it's quite confusing but it REALLY did not want to be written. Sorry :(
