I woke up but this time it wasn't in a grey cell, this time I was in a room that looked like it was out of an old fashion movie. It had windows nearly to the ceiling with floral curtains that matched the furniture. The desk had to have been made in the 1800's if not before. I was laying down on one of the couches and a table sat in front of me with biscuits and a cup of hot chocolate. Now they start to be nice hosts?
I got up and went over to the desk. They left me here its not trespassing. There were papers scattered all over it but none of them made any sense to me. There was one thing though that I recognised. It was a picture of my dad stapled to a folder. I picked it up and looked, it had all our family history and… it had six pages that had a 'fake' death plan for my father. It was all made to look like my mother and father had died in a car crash but only my mother died. They kidnapped my father and then blew up the car. I tried to find more, something that would explain why my father and I were here. I looked through all the draws but still nothing.
In the corner there was an old wooden cupboard I ran over to it and started looking through it. BINGO. More papers, but this stuff I understood, it was about vampires. I got half way through and then I felt someone getting close. I could feel other people around but none had been coming this way. This one however was, I went back to the couch and waited.
It wasn't long and a man entered, he was a vampire. He didn't say anything and walked to the chair behind the desk. "You warmed the chair for me thanks, I do hate when it is cold."
"If I had known that I would have stood when I was looking through your things. Who are you?"
"Grant."
"Last name?"
"Tareus." He answered with such calmness in his voice, it was nearly soothing if we had been in a different situation. "Is there anything else you would like to know?"
"Yes! I would like to know why I am here? How and why is my father alive? I want to know where my friend is? And I want to know how to get out of here!" I had forgotten about Lara.
"You know how your father is alive." He guested to my father's file that was still open on his desk.
"You didn't answer my other questions."
"I never said I would."
"Yes you did."
"No I asked if you wanted to know anything else, I never said I would answer them." He stopped talking but I wasn't happy with his answer so I just stared at him. "Oh come on Skye you will know everything soon enough. Why don't you just read all our minds and work it out yourself."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I have been trying to read everyone's minds since I got here but I can't. All I get is a noise that sounds like fuzzy radio signals for a moment and then I'm shut out.
"So you have tried. Its amazing you can use your power without showing any effort or emotion on your face."
"Old man I think your clock is nearly up. You are talking crazy talk. Reading minds? Ha you read too many books." How does this guy know all this? Only Lara and some select people at the court know about it.
"Maybe some of the select people shouldn't have been trusted." He had a smug grin on his face.
Are you reading my mind?
Well I don't think we are talking anymore so something is happening. Jerk.
"How can you do that?" I didn't know what made me able to read minds, but I always thought I was the only one able to do it.
You're not the only vampire with the ability to control and read minds.
"Get out of my head!" I now know how Lara felt whenever I went into her mind. I hate it.
Ask nicely.
Never. I lunged at him as quickly as I could but it was no use he saw, I should say felt, it coming and stepped to the side. I went crashing into the wall. Shit.
I thought you were a smart girl, but I have to say that was pretty disappointing.
"I told you to get out of my head!"
And I told you to ask nicely.
"What do you want from me?"
"I don't want anything from you, I want you." He walked over to where I was still on the ground and put out a hand for me.
"No thanks," I stood up without his help and looked him in the eye. "I don't want anything from you, and you won't be getting anything from me."
"We'll see Skye." With that the women from before came in and walked up to me.
"What do you want?" She didn't answer but she went to get something from here pocket. "Wait." I looked at Grant; he held his hand up to the lady.
"Yes?" He looked impatient.
"I guess I'm going back to my cell?" I already knew that answer.
"You still could be the smart girl I thought you were." Man I hate his sarcasm.
"What if I need something, no one came before when I banged on the door."
Think about it.
Once again I felt a sharp prick and then darkness followed.