Allure of the Spell-bound (Part 2)

He pushed me towards the side of the bed against the wall. Since the bed was narrow, I could feel his cool skin as he took the space beside me.

"Do not move around and sleep."

He had made sure that all windows are closed and used the blankets to cover them as well. Hopefully the night air would not be too cold.

𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑚, 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑑, 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒.

𝐴𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡, 𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑠. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 30𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦, 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

"𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡."

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑧𝑦, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒. 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒. 𝐸𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠, 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑠𝑒.

"𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙." ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, "𝑀𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙."

"No!" I swung my arm trying to swat his face away.

"Hey, stop it." my hands were gripped tightly, but I struggled "Stop!" a slap across my face brought me to the present. Sweat soaking my new clean clothes. "What was that?"

I silently moved back towards the wall, gasping for breath. Feeling the exhaustion back then. My hands trembling, as if it could still feel the weight of the sword that killed a hundred prisoners. Most might be criminals, but some might be innocent like the fourth to the last lad who was trembling as he grab the sword that fell near his foot and rushed towards me.

I closed my eyes as I felt the vamphyre's stare.

Calm down, I chanted inwardly. Breathe. Calm down. Unknowingly, I feel into a dreamless sleep sitting up with my back against the wall, facing Lord Winters.

When I woke up with his face inches away from mine, I was startled and immediately sat upright. I might have laid down and stretched in my sleep. I wanted to get up from the bed but I have to walk on top of him to do it, so I remain seated with my back against the wall trying to put as much space from the man beside me.

"Your heart beat is too loud." he complained as he ran his hand through his hair and sat up. "I can't continue to sleep." he glared at me and finally stood up to walked away from the bed towards the pitcher of water. He washed the sleep from his face.

"I am going to ask for food," he opened the door, "Attend to you needs, make it quick. I would return at a count of 50."

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Even after the count of a hundred, he haven't return. The food was laid out on the table. I wanted to wait for him but my stomach is rumbling and I know he doesn't need the nourishment as I do. I was about to take my second helping of the meal when I felt the pull of the chain. I was yanked out of the door, causing a whole on it, dragged across the stairs and the floor - drawing surprised stares from the patrons.

What is happening?

I felt every rock and roots dig to my skin. The new clothes dirtied once again.

This stupid vamphyre.

I could only shield my face with my hands as I waited for my body to slam against his. But I stopped somewhere, I slammed into thin air.

An enchanted barrier.

I could see a hut near me. I tried to walk around, pushing against the barrier, trying to stop from slamming into it again. There is no way in. Judging from the rune stone hidden on the ground by one of the trees surrounding this hut, it belongs to a witch.

Has the vamphyre been spell-bound somehow?

The answer to that came when he went out of the door and walked towards a shed, only to return with a bundle of woods under his arms.