Chapter 39: It's rude to stare

SAMARAH 'S POV -

I woke up feeling peaceful even though I had been missing Damon like crazy last night. In my sleepy state I had attempted to hold the pillow closer envisioning him in its place. But soon after, the warmth, which enveloped my heart.

Feeling love and content, I had fallen asleep and was grateful to wake up with the same feeling instead of my heartache for Damon. Then a low rumble arose from my stomach and I got the feeling of being hungry.

Chirping a merry tune, I walked to the common dining hall and I swallowed my soul as I found who shouldn't be named throwing short occassional glances at me.

I froze at the doorway for a little while. Not because I was afraid though. It was because strangely I felt...at peace upon him being there.

Outwardly, I acted completely cool.

Helping myself with a bowl of cereals from the counter, I sat flopped directly across him. My expressions turned sour, eyeing the silver goblet in front of him; aware of its contents. Meanwhile, someone else eyed me," It's rude to stare you know ", I said startling the undead king. He coughed a little and sipped on his wine. I waited for a reply which didn't seem to come.

Did I just make the king shut up?

" I wasn't staring....just observing your asymmetrical face." ,came out the raspy voice. Nevermind. I spoke too soon.

"Did you quit your job as a king and become a mathematician now." And I wondered whether I had gone too far. Quickly changing the topic I added," At least my skin is better than your ashy one." The king just smirked in remark which made me rile up even more.

Without thinking twice, I said ," Touch it and see for yourself if you don't believe me." Not a split second later, I felt a cool hand rest on my cheek. Slowly, I felt the hand drifted onto my neck and strangely enough my touch sensitive body invited the touch. Infact, the touch calmed me down.

MIRANDA 'S POV -

Locking my room, I fast paced to the dining hall for breakfast. I looked a little distraught with dark bags under me eyes, pale skin, barely sane facial expressions. I hadn't been able to catch a sleep last night as the voices from my childhood had made a dramatic re - appearance yesterday after being silent for awhile. The kept whispering to me and a scene of a dark being kept floating before me.

But although my eyes were open, I could never get a clear glimpse of the creature before me. It felt as if I was watching the creature from underwater without swimming goggles.

I had hoped all night that this was not because I was going mad. The fear of shrinks instilled in me by my mother was strong. A lone tear reached my eye at the word. Could I even call her that now

Still buried in my thoughts, I slipped in between the crack of the two large doors leading to the dining hall. I heard a chair screech and a blurry scene of Samarah and the damned king sitting across each other.

I tried and failed to discreetly wipe the lone tear from my eye, wiping them a little too roughly. After my vision had cleared, I grabbed a few slices of some cut fruit alongwith a bowl of cereal and sat next to Samarah. I winced internally from eyeing the goblet of blood.

Upon closer inspection, I saw a flustered Samarah and a nervous vampire king ?

Did I miss something?

I tried to catch some glances of Samarah but she kept ignoring my looks. Frustrated after a few tries, I gobbled up my dinner and loudly pushing the chair away, left the dining room in a huff, not caring what his royal ass thought of my manners.

Stepping out of the hall and into the corridoor I felt a hard grip on my hand. How the fudge did Samarah get here so fast? My eyes travelled to the source of the hand and widened when I witnessed the deep eyes and porcelain skin of the contemptuous king.

My mouth slowly opened to let out a scream but was quickly damped shut by a large hand. Then in a flash, I found myself behind a pillar with the dreaded king restraining my hands with his free one pushing down his body on me. I was fear stricken. Did he finally find out who I was? Did he want to kill me or worse do something else?

His face bent towards me and his lips stopped an inch away from my ears. With a dark voice he threatened," Forget that you ever saw that or else I will make sure you ever see anything."

With that he left. I felt relief flood my senses. He afterall did not know who I was. But what was so secretive between Samarah and him that he had to personally threaten me? Even Samarah had refused to meet my gaze back then; confusing me even further. I had to find out.

KEN 'S POV -

I found my hand resting on Kendall's arm while my face remained held buried in her chest and her chin rested on top of mine. A smile crept upon my face as I tugged her closer.

Her warm voice flooded my ears," Finally up sugar?" I poked my head up to look at her, on the cheeks nickname. She raised an eyebrow while casually remarking," What? Don't like the name?", she paused awhile before commenting," Should I call you sugarbaby then?" , with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at her, propping myself on my elbows to get up.

But as soon as I did, I felt a hand encircle my waist, pulling me back as my body crashed into hers.

Although loving her actions, I pretended to appear exasperated saying," Damon's not here doll. I need to oversee everything. Let me go." Then the arm snaking my waist loosened as I mentally sighed ,' That easily.'

Gripping my hips,she turned me to face her. Damn curse her superstrength perks of being a guardian. Crossing my arms nonchalantly, I asked," What?" , even though my heart danced at the adoring looks she was throwing me.

Her lips parted as she nervously began," Yesterday..soon after...Damon had been summoned to leave.. he...had" , she spoke with pauses ," he came to my room." My eyebrows rose up quizically as she continued...