Prey

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“Wake up,” I heard a masculine voice say in my ear.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, the smile on my face disappearing when I saw Lord Lothaire staring down at me, his eyes the same color of blue as Aric’s, but they lacked his kindness.

Pushing myself up on a soft, slippery surface, I saw that I wasn’t in Aric’s room anymore. It looked like I was laying on a leather couch in a long room in the shape of a circle.

Sitting next to me was an unconscious man I'd never seen before with curly brown hair and dark cocoa colored skin. He looked to be in his mid to late twenties, but I couldn't really tell because of the angle he was at.

“Good morning,” Lothaire said from his own seat across from me, a crystal goblet of deep crimson liquid in his hand pulling my attention back.

My eyes darted left and right, looking for an escape, but I saw nothing.

“We are in an airplane,” Lord Lothaire said, seeming to read my mind, “you are welcome to open the door, but it is a long ways down.”

Seeing no escape, I stopped looking and pulled my knees to my chest, realizing I was dressed in a grey jumpsuit of some kind.

The last thing I remember before blacking out was staring up into Aric’s mournful eyes after his father had drained me.

“What is it about you that has made my son forget what he owes his family?” he asked, setting his cup down before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

With his eyes boring into me, my voice seemed to be locked in my throat. All I do was remain silent and try to pry my eyes away from his.

"Are you mute?" he asked, smirking at the idea.

I shook my head 'no'.

"Then speak," he ordered, his eyes flaring red. "What is it about you that has made my son forget what he owes his family?"

"I...d...don't know," I finally managed to squeak out.

"Ah," Lord Lothaire cried, clapping his hands like a child on their birthday. "You can speak."

"Yes," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

"What is you name?" he asked, still leaning towards me, his nearness setting my nerves on edge.

"Liberty," I said, finally able to look away from his terrifying visage.

"Ha," he laughed, falling backwards, "you're a dissident! You've been whispering seditionist ideas into his ear during pillow talk."

"No," I said a little too loudly, shocked by the very suggestion. "I'm not a seditionist! I never said anything of the kind to Aric."

"How dare you!" Lothaire yelled jumping to his feet, all of his jovialness gone. "He is your master and you will address him as such."

His outburst woke the man next to who screamed the minute he saw the vampire looming over us.

Lothaire's attention on me flagged as the other man made a move to get away.

Slowly the vampire turned his head, watching as the human backed away from us holding his hands up in an act of self defense.

Before I could blink, Lord Lothaire had crossed the distance between himself and the human, mouth locking onto the man's neck.

Closing my eyes, I covered my ears with my hands, trying to block out the man's dying screams as the vampire sucked him dry.

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