Chapter 35

A/N: I'm currently watching Pewdiepie! Yay! Well, here's the chapter. Language isn't going to be that clean. Just so you know. I'm also changing it to T.

Trina

I fluttered my eyes opened and stared up at the ceiling. Ginormous cracks were sketched across it's white surface. It took me a second to realize that I was small again.

My wings helped that knowledge.

A wave of pain hit me as I sat up. I clutched my head and fell back down. What happened? The last thing I remember was trying to wake Lillian. Then a blond girl throw something at me.

Footsteps started to echo everywhere. I sat up again, ignoring the splitting headache, and looked around. Where was the sound coming from?

Metal doors flung open. A human walked gracefully across the room. His skin was pale and he had orange hair and freckles. He was too graceful to be human. Too pale. That's when I saw his fangs.

He took a glance at me. I scrambled to my feet then staggered. I couldn't get my balance. His eyes narrowed as he came closer. He was going at incredible speed.

My wings fluttered before lifting me into the air. The pain almost brought me down, but I flapped my wings harder. I got out of reach as he came to the table.

"Crap," the monster muttered. He climbed unto the table and clawed for me. I screamed before speeding towards the doors. When I say speeding, I mean that I thought I was speeding. Really, I was as slow as a garden snail.

I almost escaped. I didn't. Just as I was reaching the door, the monster leaped and caught me. He squeezed me tight and brought me back to the table. He held me down by his finger and glared at me.

"Let me go!" I screamed. I knew he wouldn't, but it never hurts to try. The monster smiled, showing off his fangs.

"Sorry, sweetheart," he snarled. "We want to reign. We have to show your fairy queen what it's like to suffer. It's time for vampires to win." He picked up a iron clip. I struggled, to no avail, as the clip came closer. He clipped it to my wings and stood back.

Immediately, I felt the magic leave my body. Pain seared through my spine and I saw black spots. The monster smiled in pleasure. I glared at him. He leaned forward, his breath smacking me in the face. It smelt like blood.

"Who feels powerful now?" He growled. I never felt powerful in the first place! I shrank away, but his finger held me in place.

"You can't run," he said.

"Max!" Behind the monster stood another one. Except this one was dazzling. His white hair was sticking up in a few places. Through the glass in the glasses I could see his light, blue eyes. That's when I recognized him.

"You're the man who told me to find Lillian!" I exclaimed weakly. The monster smiled in response.

"I see you remember me," he replied. His voice was smooth. Like music floating on the air. I mentally slapped myself. Rule 432642892845 of fay code, never fall in love with a monster of any sorts. Oh, way did this man have to be a monster?

"I just clipped the iron to her wings, sir," Max informed him. The dazzling man frowned. His eyes devoured my state. Anger surged through his eyes.

"Why the hell would you clip her wings?" the mans voice was loud in a hushed way. Max looked like he was about to reply, but the man beat him to it.

"Don't you know that drains a fays power? It hurts them. It could kill them." Max looked confused. He glanced at me then at the man.

"But, we put the clip on the other fay's," he said. The man's nostrils flared. It was kind of, what do humans use, sexy?

"She's not a normal fay," the man snarled. Max backed away as the man walked up to me. He scooped me up in his hands and cradled me. I closed my eyes. I enjoyed his cold hands.

"She's going to be living with me in my office," he announced, stroking my hair. Max didn't protest. The man left the room without another word.

The ride was graceful. I didn't bump up and down. It was like flying. I am sad to say that I enjoyed it. The man unclasped the iron clip from my wings. My wings fluttered uselessly to his hand.

"My name is Mikhail," he introduced. I fell into the palm of his hand and closed my eyes.

"My name's Trina," I whispered. I could barley hear myself, yet he heard me. No surprise. Decorousness overtook me and sleep knocked on my brain. Right as I was giving in, I thought about what Mikhail said.

"She is not a normal fay."