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“Fucking starve, bitch!” Sebastian snarls.
Realization sets in and I peek over my knees as I hear Sebastian’s cell open. There are sounds of a scuffle, and a cry of pain, but the chains jingle and Sebastian curses. When I see Angelica again, the chain is pulled taut in her hands. She yanks Sebastian out of his cell and pushes him against the stones between the two cages. The light from her lantern illuminates him, but all I can see is his left shoulder and the profile of his face as he turns to glare at Angelica.
“Has he been a good boy, sweetheart?” Angelica asks me as she trails her hands over his body.
“He’s not a boy!” I snap at her, not sure where this new bravery is coming from.
She laughs, her scars pulling tight on the face that must have once been beautiful. “What shall I call him then? Blood bag?”
“Choke on my blood, you fucking monster!” Sebastian screams.
I flinch. Angelica is a vampire, I’m a vampire… Yet he thinks vampires are monsters? All the heat he gave me moments ago rushes out of my body and the chill sinks back into my bones.
“Sebastian…” I whisper.
Angelica chuckles again. “Let me show you what this fucker is good for!” she cackles.
With a vicious snarl she opens her mouth and sinks her teeth into Sebastian’s neck so violently that blood squirts and drips down the bars. I slap a hand over my mouth, hiding my fangs as they extend against my will. He can’t know. I can’t let him know I’m like her. Even if he can’t turn his head and look at me, what if he still somehow sees it?
I watch Angelica’s wings spread and shudder as she takes her fill. Sebastian’s hands are on her shoulders, trying to push her away. Even though I can see how strong he is, he’s no match for this monster. Angelica’s eyes roll back in her head with pleasure. When she’s finally sated, she licks up his neck and I turn away as my face burns. Is this…jealousy?
“I’m alright, Fayla,” Sebastian whispers, as if somehow knowing what I’m thinking. How could he comfort me at a time like this? I look over my shoulder, tears blurring my vision.
“Oh? Isn’t that sweet?” I swallow bile as Angelica presses her body to his, molding her breasts to his chest through her clothes. “Did you two bond? Does little Fayla have her first crush? How deliciously ironic…”
“I’ll kill you!” Sebastian promises, his voice low and hard.
But Angelica ignores him as she hikes up her leg and puts it through the bars, pressing her core to his groin. Sebastian groans as he goes still.
“Looks like he feels the same for you, little princess,” Angelica tells me. There's a wicked glint in her eye as she lowers her leg and licks the other side of his neck. Anger burns in my eyes and I know she sees it. “If only I had time to ease his need, since you can’t, but alas; I have to go visit your mommy and daddy!”
“Leave them alone!” I beg, all jealousy and hatred replaced by desperate fear.
“Not until they're dead, dear. I plan on making it last a good long time.”
“No!” I scream, my voice begging her not to even as I try and make demands.
“I’ll be back, Sebastian. I’ll help you out with your little,” she pauses, reaching between their bodies and Seb gasps, freezes, “...problem.” She winks at me before she tugs him back to his cell and throws him in. “If you’re a good boy and you leave the collar on, I’ll give you a present when you get back.”
“The only thing I want from you is your head on a platter!” Sebastian spits in her face, but she just laughs.
“Such a bad boy!” she chides before walking back to my cell. “Try not to keep him so hot and bothered, dear. Men can be monsters when they can’t ease their need!”
She leaves, laughing maniacally.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, mostly to myself. What problem does he need help with?
“Get some sleep, Fayla,” Sebastian orders, his voice gruff.
I crouch near the hole and look in at him. His body is pressed to the wall farthest away from me. His back is to me, his arm between his legs. He seems to be holding something tightly.
“Are you alright? Did she…did she hurt you?” It’s a stupid question, it's obvious she hurt him.
Sebastian gasps when I speak, pressing harder as if he's trying to smash something between his legs against the wall. He’s hurting himself and I don’t know why.
“Sebastian! Stop it! You’re in pain!” I shout, reaching through the hole.
“Better I feel this than feel anything for that bitch!” he bites out, but his shoulder appears under my hand after a few tense moments of him breathing heavily. He’s trembling, pressing his back to the wall so I can touch him.
