Chapter 31: :Inject Me Sweetly: Chapter Thirty

Just like before, the weather was dreary and rainy around the Rutherford Manor. With each drop of rain, I banged my head against the windowpane. Not only was it pouring, but also all the Rutherfords were busy doing something. Sebastian was doing his usual Kingly duties, Fiona was out shopping with Luella for new clothes, Solomon was out playing golf, and Vincent had gone hunting with Joel, which left me by myself.

In and around the manor, the security had increased greatly. There were a lot of new vampires I didn’t know hanging around. I didn’t want to know them either— they were quite intimidating. So while the others were away (or in Sebastian’s case, holed up in his room) I was sitting in my old temporary room completely bored. To pass the time, I mindlessly thumped my head against the window.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“You’ll get stupid doing that, you know.”

My heart flew into my throat and I twisted around in my seat, my gaze falling on Sebastian. “Sebastian! You scared me half to death!”

He chuckled, his green eyes twinkling in amusement. “Oh, I know.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you had work?”

“I can’t take a break and keep you company?” he inquired, feigning a hurt look. “Emily, you wound me…”

I shook my head, grinning at him. “No, actually, I appreciate it. I’m really bored. No offense, but there’s nothing to do here when you’re by yourself.”

A sad smile crossed his face. “I know. Since you’re not doing anything and I’m taking a break, would you like to talk?”

“Talk?” I repeated. “About what?”

“A few things,” he said vaguely. With a strong hand, he grabbed mine off my lap and gripped it, pulling me easily to my feet. “We’ll go to my room though, in case someone comes home early. I can just say you forcefully barged your way in.”

I fake scowled at him. “Hey! That’s not fair!”

“Life’s not fair, Em.”

The tone behind his words wiped all expression from my face. They were bitter and cold. “Is something wrong, Sebastian?”

A heavy sigh left his lips. “Is there ever a time where something isn’t?”

“Um, well, I don’t know,” I responded honestly, blinking at the back of his head. “We can talk about it though.”

“Aren’t we going to talk now?”

“Ah, yes…”

He threw a quick smile over his shoulder at me. “Then we’ll talk. Make yourself comfortable.”

We reached his room in no time and I entered first, taking in the familiar room. The same brown curtains hung from the gigantic window on the opposite side of the room. The Oak colored couch was still in the same place. Even the random magazines on his little coffee table were still there. Cocking an eyebrow, I turned to look at him. “You don’t use your room much, do you?”

“No, not so much my room. More like my office,” he informed me, pointing to a door I’d failed to notice before.

“Oh.”

“Have a seat,” he insisted, pointing to the couch. “It feels as though it was only yesterday I told you about Fiona in here. Time’s been passing by quickly.”

Nodding, I collapsed onto the incredibly comfortable couch. I really needed to get one for my room back in the human world. “Speaking of Fiona, how’s it going?”

With a sigh, he sunk down next to me. “What’s it?”

“Your relationship.”

“Emily…”

I frowned at him. “Sebastian. Don’t tell me you haven’t made any moves.”

“I can’t make any moves,” he told me, his emerald eyes hardening. “I’ve told you. We’ve caused enough trouble for our family as it is.”

“That’s still no reason to give up.”

“I’m going to become King,” he said flatly. “There is nothing to give up because whatever I had was taken away from me when this was decided.”

My next response was stuck in my throat. “D-did something happen, Sebastian?”

“Yes,” he responded, clenching his fists on his lap. “Apparently I have to marry soon.”

“Marry? What?”

“Wait, it gets better. You remember the fairy tale Cinderella?”

I cocked my head to the side. “Yes?” My eyes widened in realization. “You’re going to have a ball? Oh my god! That’s so exciting! Is everyone going to dress up in fancy dresses and suits? When is it?”

Sebastian stared at me, blinking.

“Oh, wait…” I cupped the back of my next and gave him a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry. This is bad, right?”

“Well if you don’t like balls…”

“So there is a ball!”

He half-smiled. “You can come, if you like. It’s next Friday.”

I blinked. Next Friday? When Ashton was going to come?

“It’s going to be one busy night,” Sebastian said with a laugh. “Don’t worry though. If there are more people there, it’ll be harder for him to find you and easier for us to either defeat him or scare him away.”

I shifted uncomfortably. “Right… But I’m not worried about that. Well, I am, but also about you finding a wife. Was this your parents’ idea?”

He snorted. “Yeah, right. It’s the court’s.”

“Did Solomon and Luella have a marriage like this?”

“Yes,” Sebastian told me, “and luckily for them they managed to become a happy couple. They had a thing for each other before the ball…

“But you don’t love anyone besides Fiona… Do you even know any other girls?”

He gave me a flat look. “Of course I do. But none capture my interest.”

“So you’ll be forced to marry someone you hardly know?”

“Marry in haste, repent in leisure.”

I stared at him. “Huh?”

He sighed. “Those who impetuously rush into marriage may spend a long time regretting having done so.”

“Oh. And if you have to find a wife, Fiona—”

“Will live her life with someone else, which has to happen anyway. I’m not upset about that.”

I pursed my lips. “But, Sebastian—”

“It’s impossible for us. Besides, she doesn’t love me anymore.”

“Yes she does!” I protested, bringing my face closer to his. “Sebastian, do you have any idea how many guys have asked her out at my school?”

He crossed his arms. “Good for her.”

“She didn’t say yes to any of them, Sebastian.”

“Maybe they didn’t meet her fancy.”

“Come on!” I cried, grabbing the front of his black jacket. “You know that’s not true! She still calls you Seb! We’ve talked about this! What’s got you so depressed all of a sudden?”

He easily shoved me away from him. “I have to get married, Emily!” he shouted, losing his cool for the minute. “It’s over for us! I have no choice upon whether or not I want to be King or not! My life hasn’t been mine since birth!”

I blinked at him, my mouth hanging open. This was the first time ever that I’d seen him yell.

“I’d rather die,” he finished harshly.

“So run away.”

The words left my lips before I realized I was uttering them. Sebastian’s eyes widened in shock. I quickly covered my mouth with my hands. After a moment, he let his shoulders sag and fell back into the couch. “I can’t, Emily. I can’t do that to you and Vincent.”

“Me and Vincent?”

“If I leave and Vincent becomes king, it’s over for you two. A king could never rule with a human.”

My cheeks warmed and I held up my hand. “W-wait Sebastian, Vincent and I will never get married.”

He gave me a dubious look. “Really?”

“Really. He’s a vampire… I’m a human. The boundary can’t be crossed. You know that more than anyone.”

“There’s a difference between Vincent and I though, Emily. Vincent will not become king. He could live with you in the human world.”

“And watch as I grow old and die while he stays nineteen forever?”

“Well, he’s not nineteen. He’s actually—”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to hear it!”

Sebastian grinned. “Okay. Well, sure, he looks like he’s nineteen, but you could also stay young forever.”

“I could?”

“Yes. You know how, too.”

My body froze up when I realized what he was suggesting. It took me a moment to find my voice. “Sebastian… I-I can’t. I can’t become a vampire.”

“You can,” he urged. “It’s not hard. It doesn’t even hurt.”

“No! I can’t! Don’t say it!”

“Why? Why not, Emily? You could join our family for real. No one could say anything!”

My hands were shaking. The thought had never crossed my mind. Me? Becoming a vampire? Sure, Vincent had joked about it, but he hadn’t been serious. Not like now. Sebastian was dead serious. But it couldn’t happen! How could I become one of them? I was human… I would always be human. I always wanted to be human. Even if I lost Vincent…

My heart lurched. I grasped my chest, making a face. What was that?

“Emily? Are you okay?” Sebastian asked, his eyes clouding over with worry.

“Ah, yeah,” I responded, slowly releasing my shirt. A throb of what felt like electricity swept through my body making me wince again.

Sebastian didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure? You can tell me.”

I shook my head, trying to smile at him. “No, it’s fine. Just a cramp.”

“Okay,” he replied skeptically. “Emily, you know I’m not going to force you to become one of us, right?”

“I know,” I told him, cupping my elbow. “I just can’t wrap my mind around it. I don’t belong in this world.”

He placed a hand on my thigh. “If you become a vampire, you will lose your Blue Blood status. Your blood will become normal.”

I caught my breath as this new information was thrown at me. “What?”

“You’ll have normal vampire blood. That means Ashton would stop coming after you. You’d be useless to him.”

“I wouldn’t have Blue Blood anymore if I became a vampire?”

“Yes.”

My mind was thrust into turmoil. Now what was I supposed to think? Would I rather join them? Or be hunted my whole life by Ashton? Even if the Rutherfords destroyed Ashton there was a chance he told some other hunters… It would be an endless game of Cat and Mouse.

“Emily, you don’t have to decide now. We still have six more days until Ashton comes.”

“I’m not changing,” I blurted out. Was he serious? He thought a week was enough time for me to decide something that big? “I can’t decide in a week. I need more time.”

A gently smile crossed his face. “I thought so. We’ll hold Ashton back. You can take as much time as you need, but you must remember while you’re using that time, Ashton will keep being a hazard not only to you, but my family.”

“Somehow this feels like blackmail,” I muttered.

Sebastian chuckled. “I guess in a way it is. I don’t want to see you fade away, Emily.”

“That sounds like a love confession,” I teased.

His eyes twinkled. “Do you want it to be?”

I pretended to gag. “You, Sebastian? Maybe if you got down on your hands and knees and said, ‘Oh, Emily. How I’ve longed for you. I love you more than all the stars in the sky and more. When I see your face, butterflies appear in my stomach. Please be mine forever’.”

“You really want a cheesy confession from someone, don’t you?” he responded with a laugh.

I ducked my head in embarrassment. “No. That was meant to embarrass you if you did it.”

He suddenly pushed himself up from the couch and lowered himself to his hands and knees. I cocked an eyebrow in amusement. He wasn’t going to… Was he?

“Oh, Emily,” he started dramatically, heaving a heavy sigh. “How I’ve longed for you. I’ve longed for you like a dehydrated cheetah longs for a puddle…”

I laughed. “Nice improv.”

“I love you more than all the stars in the sky and more,” he continued, his face completely serious. “Actually, I love you more than all the water in the ocean. When I see your face, butterflies appear in my stomach. Please be mine forever.”

I scooted forward in my seat. “That’s not very King-like, but of course, Sebastian. I love you too.”

“Congratulations.”

I jumped in fright, my head whipping to Sebastian’s door. Vincent was standing there, his dark, wet hair matted to his forehead. A scowl was set onto his face, his eyes hard and hurt. My mouth opened, but no words came out. He didn’t think was real, did he?

“Vince,” Sebastian started, easily springing to his feet. “Welcome home—”

“Go die,” he responded, storming out of the room, and slamming the door behind him.

Sebastian and I exchanged startled glances. “He doesn’t actually think I meant it, does he?” Sebastian inquired.

I felt my heart sink. “I think he does…”

“Oh boy,” Sebastian breathed out. “Maybe I should go talk to him—”

“And get yourself killed? I think not. I’ll go tell him. It’s not like we did anything wrong… While I’m doing that, why don’t you just say everything you just said to me to Fiona?”

His expression darkened. “Emily.”

“You have one week left of freedom,” I started, narrowing my eyes. “You owe this to yourself and Fiona. Make it worth it, Sebastian.”

He faltered for a second. “Maybe you’re right,” he said quietly.

I nodded. “And if you don’t say anything, I’ll tell Fiona how much you’re still in love with her.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would and will. Now, I have to go find Vincent.”

He nodded. “Very well. See you at dinner.”

I hurried out of his room and took a right, heading for Vincent’s. Chances were he wasn’t in there, but it was worth a check. My theory proved to be right as I popped my head in to find Vincent was not in it. Frowning, I made my way to the kitchen. Maybe he’d be in there.

“Emily!”

My heart leapt into my throat at the sound of my name being called. I twirled around. “Joel!”

The blonde grinned at me. “What did you say to Vincent? He’s pissed. He said something about you before storming out the door.”

“He went outside?”

“Yep, out the back.”

“I have to go find him.”

“Why?”

I ran a hand through my hair. “He heard Sebastian saying he loved me and that I loved Sebastian.”

Joel’s eyes widened. “Eh? And here all along I thought you liked Vincent! Sneaky, Em, sneaky!”

“No, Stupid, I do like Vincent. Sebastian and I were just joking around.”

“Oh. That’s no fun,” he responded, pouting. “I thought we were going to have some drama around here. Oh! I know! I could say I’m in love with you too!”

I rolled my eyes, brushing by him. “I’ve got to go, Joel.”

“Wait! I love you! Don’t leave me!”

I waved my hand at him from over my shoulder. “Goodbye, Joel.”

“Farewell, my love!”

Finding the back entrance was surprisingly easy. It led to the dreary outside. I stepped out, squinting into the dark forest that surrounded the estate. Vincent was nowhere in sight. This didn’t surprise me. Sighing, I chewed my lip, trying to decide what to do. Going into the forest alone would be very stupid. However, finding Vincent was my priority. Maybe if I traversed through it, I’d come across him. Or maybe he’d hear me and come toward me.

“I don’t want to do,” I muttered and, with a sigh, started for the tall trees. “I don’t even know what’s in the forest here…”

It didn’t seem like there were any animals. The forest was eerily hushed as I stepped onto the first dead leaf on the ground. It cracked under my foot, causing some sound in the silent woods. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself deeper into it. I had to find Vincent. At least the rain had turned to a light drizzle.

I tried going in a straight line so I wouldn’t get lost. Every now and then I’d look around for a landmark so when I went back I’d be able to find my way. No sounds came from anywhere among the trees. Not even the slightest crack of a tree branch. The silence was making me uneasier than any noise would. What kind of place was the area around the Rutherford manor? It felt like a holy place. No, not holy. It felt like some kind of sacred ground. A sacred ground for vampires, I thought dryly.

Time crawled by slowly and the rain became heavier. I continued searching for Vincent despite it, keeping my eyes wide and my ears alert. My legs were beginning to hurt and I was shivering, the cold going all the way to the bone. I was surprised it wasn’t snowing.

“Vincent!” I called, cupping my mouth. “Vincent! Where are you?”

Where are you? I heard in an echo. Confused, I looked around. How could there be an echo in here? “Vincent!”

Vincent!

“Must be a cliff around here,” I muttered, trying to see through the clusters of trees. It was nearly impossible.

I wiped away the rain that was dribbling down my face, and then ran my hand through my damp hair. Maybe it was time to go back. Vincent would return home on his own accord at some point and I could talk to him then. “It would’ve been more romantic if I’d found him after searching in the rain for song long,” I sighed wistfully.

“Were you looking for me?”

My hand went to my heart and I scowled. What was up with people and scaring me today? It was really getting on my nerves! I turned slowly, shooting daggers at anything my gaze met. When I noticed unnaturally blonde hair, blonder than Joel’s, I froze. I blinked a few times, just hoping it was my imagination.”

“Well hello there,” the blond grinned.

“Luca?”

“Heh. You actually remembered.”

Immediately I clenched my fists, going into an offensive position. “W-what are you doing here? Where’s Ashton?”

“Not here,” Luca responded simply, closing in on me. “I was patrolling by myself today.”

“Patrolling?”

He rolled his eyes at me. “You know, keep a guard over the area?”

“Why are you doing that?”

“To keep an eye on you, of course. We’ll need to know if the Rutherfords decide to move you. Telling them was an interesting choice, girl. You just brought this to a whole other level. This will be much more fun.”

Slowly, I moved backwards, ready to turn and start sprinting. Ashton and Luca were keeping an eye on me? Was that how they knew I’d been moved to the manor? They were keeping tabs on me! I clenched my fists, angry. At least they didn’t know of anything inside the manor.

“Joel knows I went out here… If I don’t come back he’ll tell someone.”

Luca smiled viciously. “Joel can be easily taken care of, if I really wanted to silence him.”

“No!”

He chuckled. “Keep your wits, girl. I won’t kill him. I didn’t come to harm you. I told you, I’m just patrolling. You have your week.”

“Then…”

“I have something for you,” he told me, taking a few long strides so that he was in front of me. I could smell the scent of campfire on his clothing. His arms went around me, and I felt something being pushed into the back pocket of my pants.

I stayed completely still, holding my breath. When he didn’t move away, I tried to back up.

“I’m sure Ashton won’t care if I taste your blood again though,” he murmured, tightening his grasp on me.

“No,” I said in a hard tone. “Get away from me, Luca.”

“You can’t stop me,” he teased, easily gathering my wrists into one of his hands. “I won’t lose control like before… well, maybe I will, but let’s hope I don’t. After last time, it might actually kill you, right? Ashton wouldn’t be happy about that.”

I struggled to liberate myself. “Luca! Let me go!”

“One little taste,” he said, his breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. “I bet you let your little vampire toy drink from you all you want.”

“Actually, she doesn’t.”

Luca snapped back, his eyes narrowing in surprise. I took the moment to my advantage and stumbled away from him, putting plenty of distance between us. Behind him stood Vincent, a harsh glare on his face. Luca grinned evilly. “Well if it isn’t Vivi.”

“Luca.”

“Did you come so I could try to kill you again? Last time was very entertaining. I hate how it got cut short.”

Vincent clenched his fists. “Don’t you mean you hate how you weren’t strong enough to beat me?”

Luca’s playful expression dropped. “We were interrupted. I could have killed you.”

“Leave,” Vincent demanded forcefully, advancing on him. “Leave before I kill you.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Maybe not me, but how about Joel, Sebastian, and myself? They’re in the manor right now. All I have to do is call…”

Luca scowled at him. “Wimping out?”

“No. I call this strategizing.”

With a snort, Luca vanished into the tree. I stared at Vincent in amazement. That went over better than I could have ever hoped. Just as I was about to speak, he turned his back on me and started stomping through the trees.

“Vincent!” I called, jogging to catch up with him. “Vincent, wait for me!”

He didn’t respond. I scowled, moving faster so I could catch up to him. When I did, I grasped his shoulder, attempting to pull him to a stop. He jerked away from me, hitting my hand off of him.

“Ow!” I cried, cradling my hand to my chest as it throbbed angrily. I gingery touched the knuckle furthest from my thumb with my finger. A grimace crossed my face as it burned. “What the heck, Vincent?”

His eyes flashed apologetically for a second, but the anger returned to them immediately. “Stop following me.”

“Let me talk to you for a second.”

“Go talk to Sebastian. He’s probably missing you.”

“Stop acting like a four year old!”

“Go away.”

Huffing angrily, I moved around him so that I was standing in his way. He shot me a dirty look before stepping to the left. I stepped to the left too. He moved to the right. I mimicked him. Before I could blink he was behind me. I hung my head for a moment before twisting around and trotting after him. “Vincent! I know you’re upset over what Sebastian said.”

“I’m not.”

“Okay.”

He abruptly came to a halt, making me run into my back. A cold hand grasped my bicep to steady me. I gazed up at him, my breath catching into my throat. His sapphire eyes smoldered. “I’m angry about the fact while you love Sebastian, you played me around. You’re just like the vampires around here. I thought you were different. Humans and vampires are more alike than I thought.”

“I don’t love Sebastian!” I told him, grabbing the front of his coat as he tried to move away. “We were joking!”

“Nice try, Stupid.”

“We were! Ask him! I don’t love him! I mean I do—”

Vincent snorted. “That’s—”

“Let me finish,” I snapped angrily. “I do love him, but only as a brother, Vincent. He doesn’t love me like that either. If you’d walked in early, you would have heard it was a joke.”

He still didn’t look convinced. “You’re just saying that because you feel bad.”

“You’re such a…”

“Such a what?” he challenged.

Instead of answering him, I kissed him. He tried to draw back, but I pushed myself harder into him so he couldn’t. After a few moments he stopped trying to resist me and kissed me back. The tide turned and now he was the dominant one in the kiss. He moved forward and I staged backward until I felt my back hit the trunk of a tree. The bark scraped the section of bare skin that was revealed when my shirt bunched up, but I ignored it, dragging my hand through Vincent’s hair. He kissed me eagerly and in a way that made me feel as though he was marking his territory.

When he finally pulled away, both of us were breathing heavily. “Emily, I… No.” He suddenly turned away from me, putting a hand to his forehead.

“Vincent?”

“We should go back,” he started in a strained voice. “You’re going to catch a cold.”

“Wait,” I said as he started walking away. “Vincent, you’re the only one I like. You’re the only one I want to kiss. Not Sebastian.”

He ran his hand down his face. “I know. I got jealous.”

My lips curved into a smile. “It takes a lot to admit you’re jealous.”

“Shut up,” he snapped at me. “Just start walking.”

“Sure,” I responded, skipping a few steps so I was next to him. “You’re kind of a moody brat, you know?”

He gave me a sarcastic look. “And you’re stupid.”

I glowered at him and he laughed, surprising me by covering my hand with his and interlacing our fingers.

“Ow!” I hissed, yanking my hand back.

“Sorry,” he apologized, giving me a guilty look. “I didn’t hold back when I hit you. Sorry. It was a dick move. We’ll put some ice on it when we get back.”

I couldn’t be angry with him. “It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt that much.”

He gave me a flat look.

“Well, yeah, it hurts. But you’re making up for it right now.”

“How?”

“Being so honest and sincere…” I blushed at how ridiculous my words sound. “I’m not used to it… You apologizing and stuff.”

He turned away from me. “Well, don’t get used to it. It won’t happen often.”

I smiled, deciding to change the topic. “How did you find me?”

“Luck,” he grunted. “And you’re pretty damn lucky I did. What the hell were you thinking? Going outside by yourself?”

“I was looking for you!” I returned. “Joel told me you were outside!”

“So you decided to follow me? You’ve never been in these woods before! You could have got lost!”

“I was using landmarks.”

He rolled his eyes. “Those landmarks really helped you with Luca, right?”

I puffed out my chest. “Luca was different. He was unexpected.”

“Don’t go in the woods alone,” he ordered. “Actually, don’t go outside at all. I heard what Luca said.”

“You did?”

Vincent nodded. “I’m not surprised. Father figured that they would be watching you.”

“It’s kind of annoying,” I sighed.

“It’ll be over in a week.”

“Are you going to the ball?”

Vincent threw me a surprised glance. After a second he frowned. “I didn’t know you knew about that.”

“Sebastian told me.”

“Of course he did.”

Now it was my turn to frown. “Well, are you going?”

“I have to. Not that I want to. It’s really annoying.”

“You’ve been to a ball before?”

“Duh,” Vincent responded. “I’m royalty. It’s not only in books royalty throws extravagant parties. It’s real life. No different for vampires than humans.”

I dropped my gaze to the ground. “Do you have a date?”

“No.”

“Do you want to go with me?”

“No.”

My head snapped back up. “What? Why not?”

“You’re not going,” he told me, giving me a disapproving look. “That’s the night Ashton’s going to come looking for you.”

“I want to go!”

“No.”

“Vincent!”

“It was Mother’s decision. It’s too dangerous. Who knows where Ashton will be?”

I pouted at him. “But I want to go!”

He gave me a wary look. “No, Stupid. Are you even listening to a word I say?”

“Vincent, be my fairy godmother.”

“… Excuse me?”

“Let me go for a little while! We won’t tell your parents! If I’m with the groups of people at the ball it will be harder for Ashton to find me and grab me. All the other vampires will be around, right?”

He pressed his lips in a straight line. “No.”

“Vincent! Please?”

“My word’s final,” he told me.

“Fine,” I said, coming to a stop. “If you won’t be my fairy godmother I’m sure Sebastian will. He won’t say no to me. He’s too nice to me. He cares enough. He’ll be more than willing to help me out. He—”

“Fine!” Vincent growled, his eyes piercing into mine. “I’ll let you go. But only for a little while. But if Mother or Father sees you, it’ll be your own head, got it?”

“Got it!” I chirped, trying to keep the sly smirk threatening to slip onto my face off. It was nice to know I could persuade Vincent to do something if I said Sebastian would do it.

“Stop standing there like an idiot and move,” he ordered, grabbing my uninjured hand into his.

I grinned, allowing him to pull me back to the house. It was okay to have fun before everything turned sour, wasn’t it? One last night with the Rutherfords before Ashton came…

I froze. The note!

“What?” Vincent asked, turning to look at me from over his shoulder.

“I-it’s nothing,” I responded, forcing myself to start walking again. If it was anything bad, I’d show him… but I wanted to see what it was about first. When I was alone.

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