Chapter 7
As you wish.
Sorry it took me a while to get this chapter up; I had to update my other active story first since I sort of left it at chapter 2 for a while. Anyways, my updates are slow still, this is the last chapter that I had written out ideas for so I will have to get in a creative mood to figure out the rest of this story. I think I will be taking down two of my fictions – maybe just one – so that I can concentrate on this one and "I was human once" more. Felchion Stars isn't getting reviews but I have a reason to write it, so I probably will keep that one up as well. I'm supposed to have it done by this summer / woops lol. Anyways, on with it.
A/N: There is swearing in this chapter, more then just one here and one there. If you would be offended by this, I'm sorry – but look at the story rating.
Trinh gasped slightly and then furrowed her brows in anger, lashing out at Ambrose, ignoring the presence of the dangerous man standing next to him. Without being able to find the words to speak, she quickly built her forces and took a swing with her fist without connecting with his face. Ambrose wasn't exactly about to let her punch him, she knew this, but wanted to rip his guts out anyways. His arms snaked around hers and he pulled her back into his chest, effectively restraining her.
"You bastard. You fucking arrogant first class asshole!" She spat at him, trying to kick him in the shins.
Ambrose stayed silent, which angered her some more. She wanted nothing more badly then to hurt him deeply, simply for tricking her into giving up her mortal life. Images came floating back into her mind about the time he bit her, how easily she let it happen, how easily she drank the blood thereafter, though she probably didn't have a choice. She dies either way. Damn that.
"What the fuck did you do this to me for?"
And honestly she didn't know what kind of answer she wanted for that question.
"I already told you why."
His voice was calm and collected, unlike Trinh's. She bit back on a spurt of anger as she knew she couldn't hit him while he held her.
"Let me straighten this out for you then, I am NOT your fucking pet. I will NOT give you my god damn blood and I definitely WILL NOT put up with this shit." She cursed, uncaring.
She went to kick him again and she felt herself spin, only to be crushed face first into a wall. Damn it. She thought as she silently hissed from the headache that protruded from the blow. His weight was still on her back, though, therefore she couldn't move.
"You tricked me you prick." Was all she could manage to say, her breath having been cut short upon contact with the wall.
Trinh's voice was week and cracked, she felt like yelling and crying at the same time. She felt like weeping for the loss of her own life, of her future, but on the flipside wanted to walk away just to prove she could handle it.
"Are you calmed yet?"
His voice sounded bored yet amused. Knowing there was no use to it, Trinh calmed reasonably and she felt his weight lift off of her and she turned around to face him. She avoided his eyes and then looked straight into them, making sure he was looking back before she wound up for another punch. This time, she felt herself fall, and land on something that didn't feel like the floor, but much more comfortable.
Beside him, Anthony let out a small laugh. Of course, from his point of view, this was all pretty funny; especially because Anthony had seen prior reactions from his friend, with similar situations. Ambrose, who obviously forgot about him momentarily, turned to face him and sighed.
"Anyways," Ambrose started, sounding bored, frustrated and amused at the same time.
"As I was saying, she's my childe – and I want you to lay off. Which I think I made clear when I found you with her the other day anyways."
His tone had gotten firmer and most serious. Anthony merely shrugged.
"You usually share your pets. I figured there were no exceptions. Damn, why is there?"
Ambrose thought it out slowly, but he already knew most of that answer.
"Well for one, usually my pets are at least semi-willing to be there. Unlike she who, as you just saw, obviously still wants no part in our world. And secondly, I still have two for lust, so why don't you just use those. I got Trinh for the blood aspect, and you have your own pets." He went on, on the defense.
Anthony studied his friend a bit then nodded.
"Alright, well, I'll stay off of her, until she tries for revenge – because I have a feeling that eventually she'll want that."
He turned and went to leave, but stopped in mid-step and asked aloud. "How does her blood taste?"
Not that Anthony was passionate about it at all, it's because usually, in blood, a vampire can tell what kind of relationship he will want with the source, and also if it tastes good well – obviously you want more, nay?
"Good, actually. It tastes good, but in a different way, it's weird. It's… familiar too. But anyways, good night." He bid Anthony, and retreated to his bedroom, as the other retreated to his own.
When he got in, he looked at Trinh's soft sleeping form under his bed sheets. From the weight of her breaths, she had just fallen asleep. Obviously wondering where she was, the vixen that she is probably didn't want her to let this go. But she was asleep now, in his bed, and did she ever look more peaceful that way. He shrugged and slipped in next to her and fell asleep within the minute.
The next morning's sun bore brightly into Trinh's eyes. She yawned, stretched and sat up in bed while remembering where she was. Last night, upon having landed on the large bed, she had – firstly cursed Ambrose with every word she could manage – looked around the room, because she noticed it wasn't hers. It was nice, bigger then hers, but still a reasonable size. The washroom was to die for, all beautifully clean and big and welcoming like. The colors, burgundy and black, did it absolute justice. Then she had wandered over to the window to observe its scenery. It was on the third floor, even higher then her last room. She didn't even think there was a third floor, but apparently so. The view was of a forest and a large water source (a big lake, maybe even a sea). It was beautiful, especially at the time that she had looked out to it, dawn; just the perfect cloud coloring for the landscape.
Trinh then remembered her sleep being most comfortable, and wondered if it was because she wasn't so afraid of the place anymore. She then looked back at the bed, seeing it was a huge mess she sighed. Am I that messy? She then wondered if Ambrose had slept at all the last night, or where? Had he slept with her, without her noticing?
The next thought, though, was the most provoking of them all. It was Saturday October 23rd! Kara was coming back in town for a visit! Quickly, she rose and walked over to the door but froze before reaching it. Clothes, I need clothes. She thought as she looked down and noticed she was still in a nightgown. She had found it on the bed upon having landed on it the prior night. That's when she noticed, on the chair, some clothes. Smart boy. She praised Ambrose, in her mind. Quickly, she changed and once again darted for the door, surprisingly finding it unlocked. She walked around in circles for a while, trying to find a way down to the ground level. She made her way to a staircase and almost flew down them, until she found she was at the lowest level it could take her. She calmly opened the door and walked straight into some kind of lobby.
It was like a hotel lobby, but an expensive one. The furniture looked new, yet old, and complimented the atmosphere of the place well. She looked around rapidly, but noticed no one and then headed for the doors, to find herself a way out. The first two only led to hallways, but then she noticed double doors and thought that it must be those. As she went to push them open, she felt a presence behind her and turned to it. Her eyes were greeted by Anthony's. Without a word, he slowly approached her, which sent some chills down Trinh's mind. She suddenly remembered exactly what Ambrose told her about him, and what he'd done to her and her expression became most angered.
"Where do you think your going?" He asked, in a teasing voice.
"Away, I have somewhere to be." She explained and turned, walking to the door.
As she had hoped against, she didn't make it through the doors. She felt an arm around he waist and felt his breath against her ear.
"I think not, darling." He smiled as he said this, she could feel it.
"You walk out of that door and Ambrose doesn't have the same hold onto you. But if you think that's a good thing, there are other vampires who won't take a newborn child so carefully." He explained, obviously meaning himself.
She sighed softly and, unexpectedly, hooked her left elbow into his chest and turned around to face him.
"You asshole." She cursed, a fraction of what she really felt towards him.
Anthony had easily recovered and was still smirking at her when a third figure appeared. Ambrose stood closer to Trinh then to Anthony and stared at them both one at a time.
"Leave her alone." He ordered Anthony, before anything was to happen, like Ambrose figured it would.
Trinh, though, coughed and laughed slightly.
"Ambrose, go screw yourself. I don't need you to save me, to protect me. I would be doing just fine without having you screw up my life, now the least you can do is let me walk away. I have someone to meet at my house, and I'm planning on making it. Do you not remember my best friend, Kara? Yes, we humans have friends and lives, and plans to live a normal life. So do me a favor, oh night-in-shining-armor, and fuck off." She growled as she turned and stalked to the door, slamming it behind her.
Her conscience, though happy with her actions, argued that she shouldn't cut her bridges to someone who wanted to help her through her vampire years, as she obviously was bound to no return with them. Anthony walked out after her, not quite sure he understood correctly that she didn't want help to fend off the obvious enemies she were to make as a vampire, and that she still wasn't over the fact she was one.
That's when Ambrose's voice came over into Trinh's mind. You think you can survive just as you please out there? May I inform you that vampires live in a method of power and domination. I suggest you to make wiser choices in the future, because if you fucking think that others will be as greeting to you as I was, then think wrong. There's not only Anthony that wants you for your body, and there's worse. Then the voice disappeared and she was left to think it out. She stopped walking, wondering if she had done the right choice. She had absolutely no idea where in the world she was, she could always call Kara, and she absolutely had no intention of getting kidnapped by some hormonal vampire, being as young a vampire as she was it would be too easy.
That's when she heard a second voice speak, and not in her mind this time. She turned around again, to look at the owner of the recognizable voice.
"Darling, and I am only telling you this to give you a chance so that it's a fair chase once you know, Ambrose cares about you for some reason. Okay, maybe its not as tender as the care that romantic people think of, but he won't let anyone hurt you as long as you remain agreeing with him that you're his young. And I mean, face it, you are, but you just have to not hate him for it for him to be happy. And believe me, he doesn't bust his ass for just anyone. So don't burn your bridges that quickly, because if he's not there to save you, how are you going to stop vampires, such as myself, who crave women – like yourself – for the feranome? Huh? Don't be so naïve." He quickly lectured, and left, slightly mocking her, slightly angered, slightly bored.
Trinh couldn't just stand there anymore. Her heart pumped in fury as she marched back to her original guest room. She was in the brink of tears and of yelling her ass off to everyone around her. PMS maybe, but more likely she couldn't contain herself in that moment. She paced the room, after having slammed the door shut, about one hundred and ten times. Finally, she let her eyes rest on the stand up mirror that was there, and like the first time she had looked in it, she observed changes in her.
Trinh could hear better, see better, communicate small messages telepathically (though she didn't know how she did it), she could feel herself want blood, she could feel her new found strength. Also, her skin had seddled on a slightly inhumane looking tone then she primarily was, her teeth were well carved, with two incisors – even if not gigantic, bigger then humans – and a piercing shade of ice blue fixed itself around her pupils. Sighing, she came to the conclusion that she had no idea how, and if it was possible to undo her changes. She thought back to the poor girl of whom she sucked blood for the first time, and shivered, not having enjoyed it much. But the way she had seen it then, it was her or Karen… a race for survival. If she were to be a vampire, then so be it. She may as well be good at it – shed know when to draw the line though.
Decided, she walked out of her room calmly and made her way towards the door that Ambrose said was his, and knocked softly. Without answer, she tried the knob, and it was locked. That's when she thought better then try opening his door, she felt he wanted privacy. She decided to knock one last time and a void, loud enough for her to tell he was angry but not too loud for every in the house to hear, shouted to her.
"Go the hell away Trinh. For all I care, go jump out of the window like you had wanted to do. Run away like you were prepared to do. Go starve yourself in your room, or cry to death outside in the cold. I don't care, you don't care: we're square."
That's when she realized the hurt in his voice, and the bitterness of the words she had spoken to him earlier. Slightly peeved, she stalked off to her room again and slips into her bed. She felt vulnerable and unwanted, awkwardly staying in a place she felt unwelcome.
Slowly, while drifting to sleep, she thought of how she had just peeved the one person she knew in the vampire world; at least the only one that was nice to her, sorta. Then she thought of Anthony's threat, she thought of her family and how crushed they would be when they found out she was missing. Even if her and her mother and brother never talked, they would eventually find out she's not going to college like she had planned. And Kara, who was off to college but probably still called her and was probably worried sick… she flinched at the thought of her reaction. Then her thoughts drifted back to how Ambrose had saved her at Hugo's. She shook her head clear and closed her eyes, thinking.
His last words to her had decided her. He obviously wanted her to just be his puppet for blood and whatever else and when she had told him to back off; he decided she wasn't submissive enough for him. He didn't care for her, just for her use. And she had people that loved her back at home, so she just had to go back. Wishing this could of all just been a nightmare, Trinh started to plan out her next move.
Thank yous a lot to ellabella.