Unfortunately Mated to the Evil Vampire

9 “I can’t do it. I don’t think I can kill.”

f**k.

Vicker froze as he realized what he’d just said. He didn’t mean to say it. But he was getting frustrated by the whole thing, because he couldn’t bring himself to treat her the way he did before he discovered that she was his bride. His heart ached just thinking about it. He silently groaned.

Fuck, he didn’t know what he was going to do. He wished she could snap out of it, and they could go back to…

Go back to what?

Mae didn’t want to see him or acknowledge what they had. She wanted nothing to do with him.

Fuck. Vicker rubbed his face, feeling frustration mount inside him.

“How do you know my name?” she asked softly. Vicker walked to her. He saw her cringe back into the corner. She was so scared of him, he could see a trembled work through her body.

He really hated this.

He stopped, but he didn’t turn away. He wished he could tell her everything. But he couldn’t. Cassia warned him not to change anything or he might lose her if he did.

He clenched his jaw.

“I am an old vampire. I am very powerful and I have a lot of gifts. One of them is reading people’s minds. And I just read yours,” he lied. He couldn’t read people’s minds. But he wasn’t lying about the other stuff. He was very powerful, and had a lot of gifts because he had the power to absorb the gift of the person he kills. And he’s killed many people for the elders. And if his brother didn’t kill them all, he would still be killing them. Mae’s eyes went wide as the implications of his words hit her. f**k. He was revealing too much. This whole conversation right now was probably changing everything. The night she was brought to him he didn’t say anything to her. He ignored her. After the female witch left, he sat in that chair and stared at her as he tried to figure out why the elders sent her to him. They kept him in that room, caged but well taken care of. They brought him females of every species. But they’ve never brought him a werewolf, a werewolf so young and innocent. Were they trying to manipulate him again?

They’ve done it before. And having the female in the room felt strange, like something big was going to happen.

“If I wanted to know everything about you, I would. But I am not interested in you,” he bit out, and walked to the other side of the room. He stopped at the door leading to his bedroom. He didn’t want to leave her there. The room became cold at night. But he had to. He gave her a blanket that should be enough, he thought, as he walked through the door. He left the door slightly open, and walked to his bed. He lay down, and tried to figure out how to save her. But he couldn’t come up with anything accept following their past.

Shit. If he could redo the past, he would.

He heard movement in the other room. Vicker got up from the bed, and silently walked to the door. He watched Mae settle down in front of the fireplace. She turned and looked towards his bedroom. Vicker blended with the darkness so she wouldn’t see him. She stared at the door for a long time that he felt like she could see him. His heart hammered in his chest, as longing filled him. But he couldn’t go to her, and it was killing.

“I can’t do it. I don’t think I can kill,” she whispered. She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and lay down in front of the fireplace. Vicker retreated into his room. He dropped down on the bed, and sighed. The hours ticked by until morning. He could barely sleep because he was listening to every move she made in the other room. He rose from the bed just as the shutters came down over the windows covering them. He walked out of the room just as the door leading outside opened. Fluvia walked in. His eyes landed on the bundle under the blanket in front of the fireplace.

Vicker’s stomach squeezed. He was there for her. And he let him take her. He clenched his jaw, and he stood in front of the chair. Vicker clenched his fists as he fought the instincts to keep her with him.

“I found a place for her,” he said.

“Fine,” he said, moving away from the chair. If memory serves, he took her to one of the elders, but he couldn’t remember who, because he didn’t care at the time. He clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to ask him. Fluvia would find it strange that he would care about a mere werewolf girl. He should tread carefully. Fluvia paused for a beat as he stared at him as if he was looking for a reaction. He hardened his eyes and stared back at him.

Fluvia stepped back, and walked around him to go and wake Mae up. He snatched her by the arm and roughly pulled her to her feet. Vicker looked away. The sound of her whimper ripped him apart. But he made sure that he didn’t react.

Vicker watched him drag her out of the room.

“f**k,” Vicker silently screamed. He clenched his hand into fists, and turned away from the door. He paced the room feeling like he was going to go crazy. He took a deep breath and forced himself to be calm.

He moved to the chair, and sat down. This was going to be harder than he’d thought. The door opened again. Vicker didn’t even have to look to know who had entered. He knew her cloying scent very well. Seria, one of the elders, walked in. She was one of the vicious ones. She believed vampires should rule over other supernatural beings, and she wanted to make her vision come true. Even if she had to use him to wipe out their biggest enemy – the werewolves. It wasn’t a coincidence that the elders always wiped out entire packs when they made their moves. Which made him curious why they brought a werewolf female to him. There was something there that he didn’t see before. But what was it?

“I see you’re awake when the rest of the nest is resting,” she said, coming to a stop behind the chair. She leaned over the chair, and slid her hands over his chest. “You should rest, we might need you soon.”

Vicker gripped her hands and stopped her. “I can’t sleep. I need you and the others to get out of my head. Maybe I will be able to sleep.”

Seria laughed. She moved to stand in front of him.

“You know we have to put a leash on you,” she said. At her words, Vicker didn’t even think, he reacted. One minute, he was sitting on the chair, but the next thing his hand was around her throat.

“You think I wouldn’t kill you if I wanted to.” He squeezed, and watched her gasp for air. And then he remembered that he couldn’t touch them because of the hold they had on him. He shoved her away from him, clutching his head. He dropped back into the chair.

“You can’t kill me. You never could,” she said, laughing in his face. She straightened and walked to the door. "Get ready. We are making another move soon. You know what happens when you don't comply."