"I knew it!" I said. As soon as I'd seen them in the door way, I'd thought that they were working with Montmartre. These people were supposed to be my friends! Well, maybe not Julian, but Rachel was supposed to be one of my best friends who I could trust. "Is anybody else involved in your little scheme?" I seethed.
"Alicia is, and so is that new guy that came this year, Matt" Julian said, not even flinching at my harsh tone. Alicia? There goes another of my 'best friends'. "We were hoping that you'd fall for him, but apparently you have a boyfriend. The Drake prince." He hissed the last sentence and it took all of my self control for me not to attack him right there in the cell. I calculated all of the different ways that I could attack them and be able to escape with my parents, and came up with nothing.
"Look at you," Rachel said, shaking her head disapprovingly. "I just want to kill you, right now. But then Montmartre would probably kill me. And we don't want that happening, now do we?"
"Never, Rachy." I swear, they were about to sicken me to death. To think that i actually ever dated this guy. "You're hoping that 'Queen Helena' and the other Drakes will come save you, but we need you, so we can assure you that they won't be getting you any time soon."
"But why my parents?" I asked, hoping for an actually helpful answer. "What good are they to you?"
"Oh, no good. They're just here so you can see what you are putting your loved ones through. They know why we want you; they know why we 'need' you." I looked at my broken parents.
"Mom?" I asked, my voice breaking. " Dad?"
"Sweetie, we were going to-" I cut my Mom off. She couldn't sugar coat this.
"Just tell me."
"Well," Dad took over from Mom; his voice was stronger than Mom's, "We are descendents of a very, very important vampire that only returns every few hundred years. She usual takes over the body of a family member and . . ." he swallowed before saying the next part. " . . . And her blood is very important. She cannot control you, but she is still there in your veins and soul . . ."
I wanted to be mad at them for keeping this from me, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. They had already gone through enough pain because of this.
"They need just a drop of your blood and they can create a whole new type of . . . Vampire"
"What was her name?" I asked, my curiosity taking over me. But who can blame me? If there was a spirit living inside of you, then you'd want to know her name, too! My Mom spoke, this time.
"Claiborne," she whimpered. I recognised that name. It meant . . . I knew this! It meant . . . Born of the Earth or something.
"She is also known . . . as Erika," Dad added, gasping. That meant ever-powerful.
I took in some air for my lungs, which felt very dry. My mouth was just as dry. When was the last time that I'd eaten? About two o'clock or something, maybe three. By then I'd totally forgotten that Julian and Rachel were there, totally caught up in thinking about food and just how hungry I was. I held on tightly to my Mom's hand when she whimpered. I had to come up with some sort of plan to save them and get us out of the cell. I looked around, scanning the room for anything. Nothing.
There were no windows and no other possible exits, except the door which Julian and Rachel were standing in the way of.
There was a spoon in the corner . . . Maybe I could dig myself a hole and wriggle- No! Hell, I'd never make it by spooning my way out of the damned cell.
For now, I'd just have to pray that the Drakes would find us.
Solange POV
I breathed in a deep breath, attempting to keep myself calm. I couldn't get it past myself that Lucy was gone. My parents kept telling me to go to sleep, but I kept refusing and asking if I could help in any way. It was always the same answer: no, Now get some sleep, Solange.
Nicholas was pretty much the same as me, but ten times worse. We both loved Lucy, but in a different way. The muffled sounds of my parents, Geoffrey and Bruno trying to comprise a plan of some sort to figure out who had sent the note filled my ears, which only made me even more depressed. Sometimes this Vamp super hearing thing sucked. Literally.
"-but think about how Solange might react if we tell her."
And sometimes it didn't.
I shot upstairs and into the Study, where my Mom, Dad, uncle, Isabeau, Logan, Bruno and other various main guards stood around the French letter.
"What's going on?" I asked them all. They turned to see me standing in the door way, a questioning look on my face.
"Nothing, Solange," Mom said to me, trying to brush whatever they had said off. "Just go to sleep."
"No, Mom. I want to know whatever it is you think I'll react badly to!" I said in a rush.
"Do you really want to know?" Uncle Geoffrey asked. I nodded.
"We think that Montmartre sent the letter," Isabeau said.
AN It's 3: 18 am, right now, so sorry if this doesn't make any sense or if it's short!
Thanks to reviewers! I'm going to do shout outs in the next chapter, so just review if you want one :D
Love ya, Ellie X
