Chapter Thirteen

Usually keeping watch in the halls wasn't in James' responsibilities but after everything that happened that day, he thought it was a must for him to stand outside of the hybrid's room to keep watch.

As he was alert about any danger he recalled everything that went down in the last 24 hours, and for once he couldn't blame Cheryl, not completely anyways. This time, he felt as if he was at fault.

The day had started off as usual, with Cheryl throwing a tantrum;

The albino started her 'attack' early in the morning by trying to destroy the library again. Key word in this sentence being tried. Because Ali had always been one to believe the saying 'learn from the past' and that's what the vampire did, they would not fall for the same tricks again. Therefore when Cheryl attempted to enter the library she was unsuccesful seen as she couldnt even open the tall double doors.

But Cheryl was Cheryl, and she already had another thing planned to get on every single vampire's nerve. And she, like Ali, learned easily. So seeing as she couldn't open the door of the library she made it so no one could, the only way she could do that would be by using their natural weakness against them and she opened every single window in the mansion.

No vampire could walk out of their private rooms, leaving the halls empty for her to wander around and about till the sun inevitably dissapeared, leaving the vampires to roam around freely once more.

Elijah kept an eye on her as much as he could while she was out in the gardens for at least half an hour before she dissapeared inside the castle once more, completely out of his line of vision. The man sighed closing the curtain shaking his head in dissapointment at the fact that the hybrid would be left to her own materials. He didn't know if he should be afraid for her or of her.

James on the other hand, knew that he should be afraid of her and for everyone else, hence why he had taken out the many, many, many weapons he had hidden around in his and Elijah's room. He also had a favorite saying, 'better be safe than sorry'. Elijah was sure as hell sorry he had agreed to this living arrangement with the paranoid and dramatic man.

“James put the knife down” James just pouted, without making a movement to let the knife down “Yo can't stab the princess”

“She wasn't born here, I dont think she has even realised she is a princess”

“She is the heligsang”

That reminder did it and James expression completely changed, as for a second he tightened the grip around the knife, his eyes cast to the side but after a second he losened his finger and the knife fell on the bed. The man closed his eyes “Right, the heligsang.”

The girl found herself on a dark corridor, the only corridor she could not find ways to make difficult to enter by blood sucking creatures since she couldn't spot any windows, or doors or even phones for that matter. That was strange since every other corridor she had been around in the castle had at least one of those, some even had all of those. Walking deeper inside the hall, she looked one more time behind her at the previous corridor she had come from which was the exact opposite from the lightless hall she was walking down right now. The dark shallowed her retreatting form.

"We must protect her. No matter who she is, no matter what she is, if she is a half breed or not, she is still the heligsang, spilling her blood is a crime. "

"It's not writter in the laws" James pointed out, his fingers bust toying with a wooden stake.

"It doesn't have to be. It's a crime towards the Ancients. Towards the first ever vampire, the Temple of Sekhmet would come for us."

James scoffed, grabbing a knife from next to him and beggining to work on the wooden stake without saying a word about the young heligsang, or the Temple of Sekhmet that everyone knew that its Council was powerful, took their job very seriously and kept the king in check from inside the castle.

Cheryl had walked so far inside the dark corridor she would no longer find the exit to get out or walk back the same way she had come before. She wasn't sure why, it wouldn't have been difficult to find her way back but for some reason it seemed, or more like felt impossible. Perhaps if she had read the history of the vampires or asked those around her who were old enough to know more things than her she would have known of the Council, perhaps then she would feel scared. Because now she was far too calm at the moment.

Anyone that saw her would think her calmness was a result of the fact that she just didn't know better, but as she continued to keep calm even when she heard something pass by her, a dragging sound that was unmistakably not her imagination echoing from around the hall, yet as she remanied calm inspite of the fact that she was rendered blind in this darkness would have people second guessing her brain factionality.

They wouldn't be wrong, their second would be better than their first.

Thankfully, even if someone had doubted her sanity they would have at least been glad to see that she was at least a little bit aware of the danger she was in. Many different sounds filled her ears but the albino focused her attention on the dragging that kept moving around her and she kept following the sound that was rounding her as the dragging stopped behind her.

She turned around to source of the sound and a scream was caught in her throat.