I open my eyes to find myself in a dark, smelly place. I look around me to try and see if I recognize where I am, but I don’t. I try to change my eyes to my werewolf eyes, but I can’t. I try to contact Eva but I can’t too. Where the hell am I? I stand up from the cold ground I am lying on and try to feel around the room to guess where I am. I groan a little as my muscles hurt when I move them. I think I was on the floor for a while. I put my hands in the air and try to feel anything around me. I move towards my right and continue to feel around me. My hands come in contact with the wall. I lean towards the wall and continue to walk around the place. I quickly remove my hand from the bars once I touch them. They are made out of silver. They burnt me the moment I felt them. I must be in a vampire or hunter’s prison. I don’t even know which one to wish for. I am turning back to where I think I woke up from when the lights suddenly come on in the room. I shield my eyes as I try to adjust to the light.
“Hello, beautiful, we finally meet,” A voice behind me says; I turn around to see the owner of this voice.
The most handsome vampire stands before my eyes. His hair is as black as night. His beautiful green eyes stare at me and take in my whole appearance. His brows are full and thick; even with the little lighting in the room, I can see how red and full his lips are. How can a vampire be so handsome? Aren’t they all dead-looking? Why does he look human? If I couldn’t smell the vampire off him, I would think he was human. He does not even smell as bad as they do. His scent has a mixture of death which is how all vampires smell to me, and cinnamon, yes, cinnamon. How is it possible?
“Who are you?” I ask the vampire as he walks towards me. With every step he takes, I find myself finding it difficult to not stare at him. What is going on?
“I can’t believe you didn’t recognize me, my love. I know it’s been ages, but I don’t age like those dogs,” He says as he stands in front of my cell.
“I don’t know who you are?”
“You do; you just don’t remember.”
“I think I would remember if I have met someone like you.”
“Let me help you refresh your memory then. My name is Nickolas Adams. Your mate, the vampire king.”
“You said what,” I ask, wide-eyed. There is no way in hell I am the vampire king’s mate. I don’t even feel any pull towards him.
“You might not remember my love, but I will help you recall.”
“Is this some kind of joke or something?”
“I didn’t want to have to do this, but it seems it is the only way you will remember me,” He says and rips open my cell door. He is in front of me faster than I can blink my eyes. He extends his fangs, and before I can run away from him, he dips them into my neck.
I scream in agony as his fangs pierce my skin. I am trying to block the pain in my neck when suddenly I start seeing images in my head I am not thinking of. They are moving so fast it’s hard to tell what they are showing. The speed of the images suddenly stops, and before my eyes stands the vampire king and a woman, not just any woman, a woman who looks exactly like me, but I know she is not me. I watch how she smiles at the vampire king, and so does he. She walks towards him, and he kisses her once she is in front of him. I think this is his mate. The image of them in front of me suddenly starts getting blurry as I feel the pain in my neck disappear.
“You are not her; you are an imposter,” The vampire king says, throwing me across the room.
I hit my body hard against the wall. I crouch down in pain and hold my side. I knew he would realize that the minute he figured the memory he was showing me was known only to him. The only logical explanation to what I just saw would be I look exactly like his mate, but I am not her. I can look like her since I am a descendant of vampires. I am sure he thought she was reborn.
“I never claimed to be your mate,” I say as I try to lift myself off the ground. I stand up from the ground, but it’s not because I could gather my strength and lift myself. Nickolas gripped my neck and lifted me off the ground. My feet dance in the air as I struggle to remove his hands around my neck. He is choking the life out of me.
“I am going to kill you for trying to deceive me. You are not her,” He says, increasing the pressure on my neck. I try to release my claws, but they won’t come out. It’s like I am a human right now. I wonder what spell the cast in this cell to make me human.
I can feel my airflow reduce with every passing second he continues to choke me. I can’t believe this is how I die. I didn’t even get to fight first. My vision gets blurry when I suddenly hear someone coming to my aid.
“Please, my king, don’t kill her. I beg you, please don’t kill her,” Mason begs on his knees in front of the cell.
Mason, what is he doing here? He should not be here. The vampire king won’t spare his life if he sees him alive. I want to shout at Mason to run away, but I can hardly breathe well, talk more of shouting.
“Why should I not kill her? She is not Jane, so I don’t need her,” Nickolas as says
“She might not be Jane, my king, but she is still a hybrid. She can help you revive the vampire kingdom. Please spare her life,” Mason says,
The vampire king presses his nails dipper into my neck before throwing me hard against the floor.
“You are so lucky; he was here to talk me out of killing you. I was so angry I forgot your blood is all I need to rebuild my family and not your womb,” He says, walking out of the cell. He bangs the door shut once he is out.
I cough and massage my neck as he walks away from me. I crawl towards Mason on his knees outside the cell, but before I can reach him, Nickolas ‘s words stop me.
“I forgot to add, thank you, Mason, for delivering her to me,” Nickolas says, smirking.
I look at Mason wide-eyed, hoping what I just heard is a lie and he did not betray me. He does not hold eye contact with me, and that is enough to prove the vampire king is not lying.