"Stay away!" Jon was back in the room, snarling at me. Gathering what's left of my nightdress, covering my chest. I watch the king struggle to get up, his eyes were no longer black. Covering up himself, I stayed glued to the wall. I flush with embarrassment. What did I do, what was wrong with me. Glancing at Silas, wincing when I saw his chest. Red crawl marks on his tanned skin looked like the handprints from my dream. Staring down at my hands in shock, did I cause that? Silas pulls on a black robe slowly, wincing in pain. I hurt the king. I will die for this.
"I'm sorry my king, please forgive me," I beg as he traces the marks on him. Slowly they disappear as if they were never there.
"She's feeding on you," Jon says glaring at me. Confused by that. " She can't be touched, she has no control over her powers. She can't be touched until she learns to control it." Powers? What powers?
"I don't understand," Silas mumbles watching me. "Only a child of Lilith can possess that power." The mother of demons, what does she have to do with me?
"How did you come to be in this town girl?" Jon ask me.
"I was found in woods my lord," I explain
"Are you saying someone went into the underworld and came back with a child?" Silas questions Jon. I shiver when he spoke of the underworld, it's forbidden to cross the four pillars that connect our world.
"I'm saying it was no mistake she was left in that woods, this has witches all over it. They sealed her blood with magic, but I can smell the demon in her awakening." Jon's red eyes watch me, calculating my every move.
"I'm a demon?" I clutch my chest, in fear. I can't be a demon, I was human. I don't require blood to live, I don't have red eyes.
"Not just demon my child, you have the blood of the first witches." First witches, what was that? I've never heard anything of the first witches. My head throbbed with all this, I was breathing fast. All my life was a lie, I wasn't human. I was the being I feared.
"She sucked the life out of that babe and the mother and she didn't even know it."
"I didn't!" I get up defending myself, "I would never hurt a soul!" I say eyes wide, they are going to kill me for this. They just confirmed what everyone was saying. Tears fill my eyes, I didn't mean to hurt anyone. "I swear I didn't mean to hurt them," I cried.
"Lyanna." The king gestures at my chest, "cover-up yourself." He throws a cloth at me. My night dress was ripped leaving my breast on display. Glancing at Jon, he wasn't affected by my indecency. Pulling the shirt over my head, my hands were trembling.
"We must take her my king, we don't know what she plans to do. If she doesn't learn to control her powers...." Jon trails off "she might be the one from your dreams"
"Take me where? I can't leave my father," I refuse they can't take me.
"Get a horse carriage ready," King Silas tells Jon ignoring me.
"Did you hear me, you can't make me go with you," I say getting angry. "You have the wrong person, I'm not a witch or demon. Please my lord."
"You stay here and won't last the night, they still want your blood. You have a better chance of staying alive with us," Jon says. "We have people in the capital that can explain to us what you are and people that can help control your powers."
"I don't need help, I won't hurt anyone ever again. I promise." I beg
"Look at me girl!" Jon grabs my hands, once again my blood heats up. "Do you feel that," he growls, lowering my hands right away. I stare down at his hand and see a burnt mark again. But like the King, the mark faded away slowly.
"What is happening to me?" I frown when the heat increases, I itch my skin when it becomes uncomfortable. "Your demon is weak, it needs to feed. And unlike low-level demons, you don't feed on blood." Jon says as he circled me.
"Please," I beg. Needing the pain gone. "What am I?"
"A succubus." A low growl fills the room, we both turn to the King.
"You're a soul-sucking demon." Jon was still speaking but all my attention was on the King.
"Succubus appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity before draining their life out."
"Help me," I couldn't think, my brain was on fire like every part of my body. My arm was on fire.
The flames blazed through my body, so intense and all-consuming, I feared it would stop my heart.
Silas…" his name left my mouth.
"My grace! Don't," my eyes flew open when Jon cries out. The king was a few steps away from me, fangs out and eyes as dark as the night. A cry left my mouth when I felt the fire in my lungs, falling to my knees. I was scared that it already had because I was burning alive, screaming as I pressed against the floor, trying to escape the pain, get away from what was happening, but it invaded every part of me. I could feel it—him drawing my blood into him, breaking off pieces of me with each swallow.
Clawing on my clothes, I needed them off. Following the king like my prey, I reach out for his touch. But something hits me from behind and my eyes roll back.