I had set my mind on hating my new prison, until I actually saw it. I forgot all pretence of maintaining detatched, and merely drank in the beauty of the place. It was truly beautiful. Shame it housed mutants and liars, cut-throats and thieves. I shook my head, and retreated back into my mind.
We drew up to the castle, and yet another wolf approached us. " Where do you want him?" he said, a lopsided smile dragging one half of his mouth upwards. My heart leaped a little. This was the time I saw her measure- this, I decided, was the test of their basic decency. Alas, I was to be disappointed. Her eyes cool, she banished me to the throne room and walked away. My heart dropped into the soles of my feet. I was to be tortured, I could see. My head reeled. On the journey.. NO. I had been a fool. Yet, I had thought.. I had thought that she may have weakened. That she may actually care, just a tiny bit. The wolf threw me into the room, slamming the heavy doors behind me, and pushing me into the room.
My stomach dropped once more to my feet, as I understood my plight. The throne room, it would appear, was lined with windows, with golden sunlight creating swathes of deadly sunlight. They knew exactly what that would do to a hungry, weak vampire. I was dead for sure. The room was 90% sunlight. The door had pushed me forwards, so I was smack bang in the middle of one pane of glass. I ran, blinded, burning. A cool, dark corner suddenly enveloped me, and I curled myself into a ball, crying out as the burned skin rubbed against my clothes. I closed my eyes, and tried to block out the sharp throb of the blood, ticking beneath my broken skin, reminding me with every beat that I had lost.
Slowly, blissfullly, I felt my head swim, and sleep overtook me.