The Dark Rose

I absentmindedly tapped on the glass of the passenger side door. My thoughts swirled into a vortex, my mind raging with all the possible scenarios that this day could lead to. Paul had kept assuring me that I didn't have to go if I didn't want to, but I needed to. It was the only distraction I had at this point. It had been a month since I was attacked. The mark that he had left on my neck had healed within a few days as I had expected. It was a weight lifted off my shoulders, no more evidence to prove that that night did in fact, take place, even if my memories were still reminding me. For the past month, I have had to abide by some strict rules put in place by my brothers; One. I wasn't to go between places without being dropped off or picked up. Two. I had to carry a spare phone with me at all times in case one died. And three. I had to ring them every two to three hours and Inform them of where I was. All rules I had managed to follow all month s

My hands grip the edge of the ship tightly as the floor beneath my feet sways with the motion of the sea. The movement makes me feel queasy because I’m not used to it. I’d never even been on a boat before but Paul said the ship was the only form of travel we could use to get to these islands. Planes attracted too much human attention and I suppose an island full of vampires wouldn’t like that. The English coast was a speck in the distance now, reminding me how far I was from home. Already I missed my bed, our comfy sofas and the library that made all my problems disappear. We’d only left this morning and already I was dying to go back home. I hope this trip doesn’t last longer than a few days. Ivan, Paul and Felix are below deck now that the sun's rising. It's funny to think how I'd never realised their strange quirks were because they were vampires until now. Like the way, they'd wear those ridiculous sunglasses even in winter. Or how they'd layer up even if it was heatwave seaso

Despite my quiet protests— Quiet because I'm scared shitless of King Matthias and his high council If I put up too much of a fight— I'm separated from my brothers and surrounded by guards that escort me to the eastern side of the estate where I'm to be locked away until my fate is decided. I feel like this is all just a really bad dream and any minute I'm going to wake up but it just doesn't happen. No matter how much I pinch the inside of my arm. The head of the guards stops outside a door on the second level of the eastern wing and turns to me with a blank face. I know his name is Michael now. It's what King Matthias called him when he demanded he attends the high council room. "Inside are your rooms," He informs me, getting to the point. His face subtly warns me to walk inside and let that be it so I do. I walk past him with my gaze to the marble floor and open the door to my prison for the next few days. As I enter the suite, I'm struck by its breathtaking beauty. I close th

I turn over in bed all night, finding sleep to be restless. Even my dreams are haunting as I feel my skin heat. I kick my duvet away as I find it suffocating. Hands stroke my skin in my dream, teasingly brushing the inside of my thighs and my exposed stomach. I let out a breathy moan as the area between my legs starts to ache with need. “So needy and responsive.” A voice whispers, penetrating my unconscious mind. Hands travel further between my legs but refuse to touch the area demanding attention. I writhe on the bed, spreading my legs further apart as sweat coats my skin. Another moan escapes my lips as the dream starts to feel more and more real. Lips press against the inside of my thigh, making my body jerk. Then a tongue is licking across my skin and a man grumbles his satisfaction. When the tongue disappears, the bed dips with the weight of his body and I feel hands caressing the sides of my stomach under my shirt. Then a hand wraps gently around my throat and he says in my