'Quick we have to get you from here,' Caleb told Usha the moment she awoke from her slumber. He sat there besides her, watching her and she wondered what he was thinking. But leave, why should she leave when everything was just perfect now? Usha was the vampire she was born to be, and soon she would have the relationship she was supposed to have with her father. She didn't want to leave. She was going to live a life so happily with her family here in the castle, why should she leave her heritage for some…some man?
'No, I'm not leaving,' Usha informed him as she climbed up from the floor and made her way towards the dungeon door which had locked itself once again when Caleb had entered. How had he made his way through a locked door? Usha wondered to herself. And besides that how the hell did he, a werewolf, get in the castle and down through the corridor here? Surely any vampire servant would have tried to murder him as he tried to get through the door. Surely they would have succeeded too. Were they dead?
'You have to, your father will return soon and then he will make you harm innocents; even kill them perhaps. Vampires are evil. Look, I bought your friend…' he trailed off when she gave him the dirtiest look ever.
'Vampires. Are. Evil. Do you even understand what you're saying? I am a vampire, does that make me evil too, my father is the man you consider evil, does that make me inherently evil?' Usha asked of Caleb, her supposed fated mate. Well perhaps Fate had either gotten his wire s crossed and didn't know what he was doing or his whole logic was flawed because she could never ever f all in love with this man. He hated everything about her; yes she had hated the possibility of becoming like this but now that she was a vampire she loved everything about it, the strength, the beauty but most of all the blood. She'd never been able to stomach the crimson liquid before, but now she didn't think she could go a day without it. And she was due for today's meal. At least the first one. And after that long nap she could feel her body draining of strength and vitality. If she didn't drink from someone and soon she could possibly die.
'Well I wasn't putting you with the category, you haven't done anything evil…yet,' Caleb said and she bared her fangs in an angered hiss. Yet? He just had to add that, didn't he as though he had doubts? No, she wasn't evil, but she would drink only from a living host and that host would have to be human. She'd heard all about vampires that had taken blood from animals, even wolves. And there was a reason that Vampires hated werewolves. And there may be a reason that Fate had chosen Caleb as her mate after all.
'But I will, is that what you're saying?' Usha returned and when he took her arm, thinking of pulling her towards the door and out of the castle she snatched her arm back.
'You won't mean to, but because you'll want to please your father and be his treasured daughter for the first time in your life you will kill as he kills you will hunt as he hunts,' Caleb said and when she tore back her hand she punched him square in the face, only to recoil as she felt the pain as well as he did. Great, so they were connected by fate. She couldn't kill him without dying herself and she couldn't even hurt him without hurting herself, which meant that she couldn't bite him without feeling as though someone was biting her, she couldn't feed from him, not that she would want to anyway, she wouldn't lower herself to his standards.
'How do you know all of this?' She had never spoken to anyone about her secret desires to be accepted by her father, not even her mother, or Belle. She didn't want them to think that she loved the tyrant vampire lord more than she loved them. They would never have been able to understand the need to be accepted by her father, the need to be loved and protected by a strong man.
'How could I not know of this? I am your mate and also I can see it written all over your face and in the way you speak about your father. You need to let this obsession go Usha he may love you as a vampire but he will never love you truly, because in your heart you are not a vampire, you never wanted this Usha, you wanted to remain as Red, a human,' Caleb said and she resisted the urge to punch him once more. Even as she thought that she considered going through with the pain.
'He's my father, I am a vampire, my family are vampires that's who I'm supposed to be,' Usha said and tried to push him out of the way so she could get to the door and call for her father. He would know how to sort this out without hurting her. Hell, he was her father, he was the strongest of all the creatures she knew, he could reach Fate and ask him to reverse the situation. He could do it couldn't he? See, this was the reason that Usha looked up to her father, respected him and wanted to be accepted by him. Her father was powerful and could do anything, she wished she was like him. He was her idol. There was nobody like him.
'If that's what you believe,' Caleb began and she looked at him oddly, wondering why he was just dropping the conversation like that. 'But someone else might disagree with you. Sure I know nothing about you, but this person you have been good friends with for a very long time, and she needs you right now. She left her mate so that she could help you.' And as Usha sat there wondering what the hell he was talking about, and also considering that werewolves might be a bit damaged in the head, there came a loud crash and the dungeon door fell down onto the ground, plumes of dust billowing around it as it did so.
'So, Usha you have risen,' a familiar female voice asked and she turned to see Belle standing there, a look of pity on her face. 'Come Red, this is never what you wanted, come with me and I'll see if I can't find a spell to reverse this disorder,' she finished and Usha was warming up to her best friend, until that last word: disorder. Belle believed she had a disorder.
'I'm not leaving with you,' she informed them and Belle sighed and turned to Caleb; were they friends?
'Caleb, grab her,' Belle called out and when the werewolf did move to take hold of her, there was a surge of electricity that seemed to flash from where held her to her entire body. And then when she looked back over at her "best friend" she seemed to be muttering something. She'd finished, the spell or whatever it was and Usha found her arms were bound by some kind of invisible rope and every time she tried to move they became tighter.
'What have you done to me Belle?' And why am I so comfortable here in the werewolf's arms? An abomination should she say. For that's what they were. Werewolves were the offspring of vampires who had taken wolvine DNA within them. And as though the vampire had mated with a wolf herself the offspring would be just like Caleb, a werewolf. And these werewolves would mate with their own kind and after a long, long time the descendants of the werewolf would forget all about their heritage. The only thing they would recall is the fact that, for some reason or another they hated the vampire and all of its brethren. They would believe them to be evil, as that was how they were brought up to believe. A wronged belief that would continue on from one generation to another, though their ancestors were Vampire. Even some of the werewolves had the same need for blood.