Chapter 9 (Part 2)

By the time I was finished, I had brushed, dried, and straightened my long brown hair. My usually short bangs were down to my chin now. It looked good on me though. I also had applied a touch of makeup. I liked my new appearance.

Once I strolled into the room again, there was a knock on my door. I confirmed that the person was allowed to enter.

In walked a raven-haired beauty with lime green eyes. Her skin was pale as alabaster. Her tresses flowed down to her waist in loose ringlets and shined like black silk. She wore a black halter top and flared jeans. Along her feet were high-heeled stilettos in the shade of ebony.

It was obvious that she was a vampire. However, she was more gorgeous than any female vampire I had ever met, let alone a human model. I couldn't help but get a tad jealous of her attractiveness.

In her hands was a tray of food; some sort of steaming hot soup, a peanut butter sandwich with lettuce, and a glass of ice. She carried it over to me with such grace, so fluidly.

"Would you like soda, tea, water, or juice?" she asked in a soft, kind voice.

"Really? I can have soda?"

She giggled at my exuberant joy. "Yes, Mistress. Anything your heart desires."

I scowled at the name. "First order of business, call me Evie. I hate being called Ma'am, Mistress, My Lady. I am not better than you, honey."

"Okay, Evie." A radiant pearl white smile lit up her lovely face. "What would you like?"

"I want a Pepsi, definitely. I need some caffeine."

"Alright, let me go get a can." The girl turned around to leave, but spun back to me. "Or do you want a two liter?"

"Yeah, two liter sounds fabulous."

She went out the door and was back in seconds. That was fast.

"That was rather speedy." I told her with a laugh.

"The cart is outside by your door."

I grinned. "I understand. So, what is your name?"

"Virginia," she replied in disdain. "I hate my name, so you can call me Ginny."

I nodded. "Ginny, what's there to do around here?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Draven took us from Malderon and made us females into his slaves, cooking, cleaning, you name it. We never get to go outside. We are grateful he doesn't use us as personal toys, if you get my drift."

"No, he has me for that."

Ginny's face fell in regret. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to..damn it..I never think."

I petted her soft hair. "It's okay, really. I've learned to accept it. My Deron is never coming back, so I am stuck here."

My eyes darted over to the spot I had seen Malderon "floating" in several hours ago. I swear I'd heard his voice, as well as seen him with my own two eyes. Was it his ghost? Probably.

It was a good possibility that that was exactly what I witnessed. Maybe it was a sign that help was coming. Still, no matter what it was, something was telling me that it was not time to give up yet. I felt it in my gut and in my heart.

"You both desperately loved each other, didn't you?"

"Yes, we most certainly did." I assured her.

"Come on," she piped up. "We have got to get some food in you, or you are going to wither away to nothing."

At that moment, my stomach growled and gurgled. Ginny and I started laughing.

The first bite I took was of the soup and I moaned at its delicious flavor. "Oh my, this is so good. I noticed there is no tomato juice in it. What was used?"

Ginny sat down beside me on edge of the mattress. "That is our own recipe. As you see, there is no hamburger meat either. It's stew meat. It is seasoned well, too."

"It is superb. Is there any more?"

"Of course, there is plenty." Ginny stated. "Would you like another bowl?"

"Oh, would I," I responded in glee. "This is so yummy. I could eat this every day."

Ginny giggled and took my bowl with her out of the room. Whatever was in that soup was wonderful. I had never tasted anything like it. It was to die for.

She came back in with a slightly bigger bowl. "Here you are. I took the liberty of acquiring a larger bowl, that way you have more than the last time."

"Aw, thank you, sweetie."

I downed the food and poured her and I a glass of Pepsi. We sat on my bed and chatted about everything. I couldn't help the terror entering my brain at having another friend. We could hide it from Draven, until he came around, if he did.

"Well, I better get going." Ginny stood up and stretched her arms above her head. "Draven is due back tomorrow, but I don't want to take any chances. We all know what he did to poor Anastacia."

Tears filled my eyes at the mention of my great friend. "She was so brave when she came against him. She was protecting me. I miss her, Ginny. Ana was like another mom to me."

"If you don't mind me asking, who all has Draven taken from you thus far?" she asked curiously.

"Well, it started out as my father, mother, husband, and little girl; she was five. He changed each of them into a vampire and left them during their transition. Malderon and Laird destroyed them, they begged him to." My heart ached thinking about them again, especially my baby girl. "Then he incinerated Deron. I watched the flames envelope his body. It was sickening and horrific. After that, he ripped Ana's head off and blew fire from his mouth and burned her to ashes. Down in the dungeon, he set Benjamin on fire while he was shackled to the wall. He tried to do the same thing to Laird, but I stopped him."

"How did you accomplish that?"

"I seduced him, submitted to him, called him Master." I cringed at the memory. "Thing I don't understand is, Laird is an elder vampire, and very strong, why couldn't he just break out of those chains?"

Ginny's eyes saddened. "There is some sort of spell on them, making it impossible for any immortal to break free from."

"So, they have to be freed with a key?"

Ginny nodded up and down. "Yes, and Draven leaves the key hanging from a hook on the wall to taunt them. It's sick."

"That is it, I am going to free them. All of you."

Ginny perked up. "Are you serious? That is suicide, Evie."

"He already told me that he would not kill me." I stated. "I am doing this."

I got to my feet and stormed over to the door. Ginny was right behind me. We exited the bedroom and it felt excellent to be out of my "prison". Both of us rushed down the halls.

"Ginny, you gather the girls and meet us at the dungeon door." I remembered the way Draven took me perfectly.

She squeezed me to her and let go. "Be careful."

"I will and you do the same."

I quickly ran down the dungeon steps. At the shock of my presence, Laird woke up and stared at me.

"Wha' are ye doing 'ere, Lass?" His voice was so strained.

"I am here to help ye all escape." I winked and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Draven won't be back until morning. Now, where is that key?"

One of the other guys answered me. "It's over there in the right corner. Damn cock sucker tempted us with the fucking thing to piss us off."

Another male grumbled. "Yeah, Xander, and he knows damn well it worked."

My hands clutched the key and I unlocked Laird first. He threw his arms around me. I hugged him back, even though he was hungry enough to drain me dry.

"We all heard yer screams, Lovey." Laird claimed. "I cannot imagine wha' he put ye through."

"I was whipped brutally, raped almost every day. The only days I was safe was when he put me in a coma for a week. Ana tried to protect me, but he killed her for it."

"She was a wonderful lady." Xander whispered. I took that chance to glance at his appearance. Xander had a short dark brown mo-hawk, ice blue eyes, and tattoos covering his tall body.

"Ana was another mother to me." I confessed to them. "I loved her. Laird, you know when I said to Draven that I didn't like you, I was trying to save your life. I never meant it."

Laird smiled and ruffled my hair. "Aye, I knew wha' ye were doin', an' I appreciate it greatly. If it weren't fer ye, I'd be dead."

"Sebastian here was sweet on Miss Ana." Xander stated with a chortle.

The one he addressed as Sebastian was very buff. Blonde long locks trailed down to the middle of his back. His eyes were solid blood red with a white circle around the pupil inside of his orbs. Another hybrid.

"Sebastian, what are you?" I inquired.

"I see nothing gets passed you?" Sebastian chuckled. "I am a Jinn and a fairy mixed."

"Wow! Where are your wings?"

Sebastian bellowed out a laugh. "Are you serious? Only pixies, brownies, and sprites have wings, little hunter."

I felt a bit stupid. "Oh, I see. I didn't know that."

"I am an outcast to each of my race because I am not a pure-bred." Sebastian explained. "Fairies are very cruel and mischievous. The worst species of fairy is a Phouka. You will know them by its animal form. They shift into a horse with red eyes. They are malicious when provoked. And they can make you hallucinate and wipe your memory. That is how they trap their victims."

"I hope I never meet one." I told him.

He smiled sadly, "Neither do I."

Laird freed each Blood Guardian male and we all trekked up the steps. All the females were there with Ginny, waiting patiently. Xander jerked one of them in his arms and leaned down to kiss her.

She had turquoise, pink, and purple short hair. Piercings were up and down her ears, in one nostril, lip, and eyebrow. Her eyes were magenta and, come to find out, she was Xander's mate.

"Darah, he didn't touch you, did he?" Xander painfully questioned.

Darah nuzzled her head into his shoulder. "No, my love, not at all."

Ginny scolded them, causing each immortal to become silent. "No, he used Evie for that instead."

In a way, I was sort of at loss for words when she revealed this information. It wasn't something that I wanted everyone to know. It was, well, personal. Nevertheless, it surely shut them all up, which I was glad for that.

I sneaked my head around each corner to check if it was safe. Every time it was, my hand waved for them to follow me.

Soon, we reached the front door. "Okay, this is it. I will take you as far as I can go, then I have to head back."

"What?" They all asked in unison.

I dropped my head. "I would stay with you guys, but he always knows where I am. Now that Malderon is gone, there is no place for me, except here. I will miss you, Laird and Ginny, but this is something I have to do. Let's just say, it's me protecting you from him."

Laird growled. "No! Ye are comin' with me, Evelyn. Malderon is gone, aye, but it's my job to protect ye from now on."

"Laird, you pig-headed buffoon, you are so stubborn. He will find me and when he does, he will kill each and every one of you. It's not worth it. Now, come on."

I opened the heavy door, realizing I had lost much of my strength during my stay. We all moved swiftly through the arch of the doorway and into the woods to the side of the..castle.

All this time I had thought I was in a damn mansion of his, and it was a castle? Good Lord, no wonder why his room was so large. He was one wealthy man - hybrid, I mean.

Deep in the forest we resided, me breathing heavily and them cheering that they were all free. Most of them gathered me into their arms, hugging and thanking me for my help. I would have done it a thousand times more, if I had to.

The only one who wasn't speaking to me was Laird. He stood stoically with his back facing me. His fists were clenched at his sides. I heard a distinct rumble - he was growling.

"Alright, I have to head back now. Good luck to you all." I looked up at him. Still nothing. Finally, he scoffed and stormed away from me.

Goodbye, Laird, I'll always remember you.

"So, will I never see you again?" Ginny inquired.

I shook my head back and forth. "No, I'm afraid not."

Ginny's bottom lip quivered with emotion. "I'll miss you."

It was strange how I had bonded so quickly with her and Ana. I would never regret meeting either of them, any of them. Still, Ginny, Laird, and Ana, were all so special to me.

I thrust my arms around her and sobbed. "I'm going to miss you, too."

After a few minutes of her and I blubbering, we pulled away and went our separate ways. I strolled through the woods, in silent thought, tears trickling down my cheeks. Once I peeked up, I found that I was lost.

"Where am I?"

"Hello, sweet human."

I gasped and spun around to fight whoever had found me. It was not Draven. There in my sight was no other than a Phouka.

I whispered in terror. "Oh shit!"

(Author's Note: I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I know I did. I will be working on Chapter 10 in a day or so, then I have to wait for my editor to correct all the errors. I hope you will be patient with me. This novel is almost finished. I'm so excited. Well, off to bed I go. Night everyone.)