Be Careful When You Bite Me

Chapter 15

I debated going to visit Gremlin again but decided against it because I had already finished all of my

food.

I decided to take the stairs up for a change and internally prayed I wouldn’t find any more dungeons.

Dungeons are strictly underground, right?

I let my legs do the leading and wondered if I subconsciously wanted them to lead me somewhere.

The castle was quite as usual and I remembered to make a mental note to be back in time for whatever

it is that the King had needed me for at nine pm.

I heard strange noises coming from one of the doors and grew curious as to what is inside. I located

the door with the noise and pressed my ear up against it. It sounded like large pieces of furniture were

being moved.

Curiosity began to eat me up as the noises grew louder followed by the sound of moaning.

I noticed the small metal slit through the door that I could lift the lever to use as an envelope dispenser

into the room. I got on my knees and kneeled forward , pulling the metal handle up and keeping one

eye squinted to reveal what’s inside the room.

I caught sight of a naked Damon, his big muscular back glinting as if he were shinning. In front of him,

facing away and towards the wall was a naked Isabelle.

I almost gasped out loud when I realized what they were doing.

Damon had her held in his embrace, his hands wrapped around her throat as he thrusted harder then I

thought was possible. They looked so in sync together, they were both so incredibly perfect and

flawless.

I felt my cheeks heat up and no doubt turn a bright red colour.

I watched as Damon turned Isabelle’s head to face him and plant his lips on hers, capturing her in a

passionate kiss.

I felt my something drop to the pit of my stomach and suddenly felt sick. A sudden intense feeling of

disappointment and distaste held my body captive and I couldn’t watch anymore.

Instead, I stood up and ran back to my room, hoping to forever erase that image from my head and

wondered why I felt so betrayed.

Back at my room, I tried to search my thoughts for a reason to why I felt as bad as I did. I knew I was

never great at figuring out how I feel about something let alone why, but this was no doubt a feeling that

draped over my body in complete misery.I wanted to cry out loud and I had no idea why. At this point, I

would accept any applicable answer as long as I knew what I was feeling. I needed an explanation

from somebody, someone who could look at the bigger picture because I knew I couldn’t. I

remembered my best friend back home, and how she would always be the one who would help me in

figuring out my emotions.

Ok, breathe...Sit.

I took a seat in the middle of my bed and criss-crossed my legs.

Is it that I felt bad that Isabelle was using him? Is it because I knew what she was planning with Seth?

Could it be the other day at the closet when he had almost been kind to me? Or the fact that he tried to

save that human man?

Or maybe I liked him.

If there was any part of me that had grew feelings for Damon without my consent or even my weary,

then I was much more naive then I had presumed and I definitely deserved to be taken hostage and be

played like a pack of cards by a bunch of vampires.

I thought about how handsome Damon had looked. He stood behind Isabelle in all his glory with

enough power to outshine the sun.

I sigh out loud and let myself fall back onto the bed, head first.

I wanted so badly to tell him about Isabelle. More badly then before but I had to remind myself that this

is their world and I need to get back to mine, if ever.

If I tell him now, Seth and Isabelle will kill me.

Drain me dry and feed my corpse to the werewolves.

I began to wonder if those existed as well and shuddered at the thought.

Nine pm couldn’t have rolled by slower and I jumped out of the bed as soon as it was time and ran

towards the door. To my surprise, as soon as I flung the door open, there stood Damon, fist lifted as if

to knock.

I felt the heat raise quickly to my cheeks.

Dang it!

“Hey,” he began awkwardly.

“Hi,” I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I just want expecting you to be there, behind the door,” I mumbled,” I can go downstairs on my

own, I’m not a child.”

I walked past him and began my journey downstairs.

I heard him march behind me and ran down the stairs. It was a couple minutes later until I realized that

I had no idea how to get to the quarters. It seemed as if I only knew how to get anywhere in this castle

is if I did so by accident.

I was hesitant to turn around to check if Damon was still behind me, but as if he had read my mind, I

heard the deep sound of his husky voice lined with amusement as he asked,” Lost?”

I rolled my eyes, still facing away from him.

“No, I just don’t trust you,” I snapped,” you walk in front of me first.”

“You didn’t have a problem with me walking behind you before,” he said, walking past me, so close I

could almost feel his skin.

I let out an irritated sigh and silently followed.

He finally led me to the big wooden doors that I immediately recognized as the quarter.

Guards stood at either side and pushed them when they caught sight of Damon and I.

The room never failed to impress me. The size alone was bigger then my house back home. The

maroon carpet underneath us rolled out for about 20 meters before finally stopped at the feet of the

throne where the King and Queen sat, patiently waiting.

I wondered if they sat here all day or if they did anything else and decided it’s better I don’t ask.

“Damon,” the King greeted, his eyes landing directly at his son.

“Father,” Damon bowed his head slightly as he stopped a couple feet away and I mirrored his action.

“Holly,” the King continued.

I tried to smile, but it was clear that it was forced and bowed my head slightly as Damon had done.

“H-hi,” I greeted, for an odd reason more nervous then I had been before.

It felt strange, meeting up with the King and Queen as if it was routine.

“Hello Holly,” the Queen’s deep yet soothing voice could almost melt a person,” how have you been?”

“Could be better,” I answered truthfully,” I could be at home.”

She smiled, almost sympathetically. Her big blonde curls were pinned up in a bun and she looked even

more majestic then before.

“Are you not enjoying your stay here at the castle?”

“No,” I began to stammer,” not that, I just miss home.”

“The guards said you spend an awful lot of time in the garden,” her eyes glistened with something

different.

“Yes, it reminds me of home,” I answered truthfully.

“What part of home does the dungeon remind you off?”

I was caught completely off guard by her question. I thought that Isabelle and Seth would have kept it a

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“I don’t understand,” I muttered,” I didn’t mean to find it, I just..um..”

The look of confusion on Damon’s face told me that he didn’t know about this and that this was news to

him.

I realized that this must have been Seth and Isabelle’s plan all along, to expose me to the King and

Queen so they would have to eliminate me, without Damon finding out a thing about their plan.

I wondered if it was too late to tell him.

The king didn’t allow room for anymore words, instead he called out to the guards.

“Bring out the jester,” he demanded.