Be Careful When You Bite Me

Chapter 6

I examined my reflection and couldn't help but compare myself to the women that I have seen so far.

My light brown hair lay pitch straight stopping mid back. My green eyes looked tired, confused and sad.

I brought my hands up to trail my fingers across the bite scar on my neck.

How the hell am I going to explain this?

I let my mind wander some more before deciding, this isn't working.My stomach growled, signaling that

it was hungry so I stood and exited my room.Careful not to run into anybody,it wasn't long until I

realized that I had no idea where I was going.I kept going until I saw a maid. I opened my mouth to ask

her but, like the other one, she just sped up and walked away.I sighed and walked some more. I

noticed that the castle was silent. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Too silent.

Shouldn't there be an echo of some poor helpless screaming humans like in the movies? Except this

isn't some horror movie. This is horrific reality and it alone is providing me with more terror than any

movie I had ever watched. A couple of minutes later another maid walked by. She sped when she got

near me but I wasn't going to let another maid slip. I jumped in front of her, blocking her path. She

stepped to the side and I followed.

"May I help you?" she calmly asked.

"Yes, can you tell me if I had grown spider legs? Because every darn maid I try to speak to runs away

from me," I snapped.

"Your sarcasm is uncalled for" she snapped back.

"So was your rudeness," I said. I couldn't help but notice a similar scar on her neck.

Her face turned red," was there anything you wanted?"

"Where can I get some food," I felt my stomach growl again as if on cue.

"You can try the kitchen, first floor," and with that, she stepped to the side and walked away.

Why was everyone here so angry? I walked further down, my stomach growling even louder.

How do I get to the first floor if I have no idea what floor I am on now?

Three figures appeared from the shadows and I was able to distinguish two as guards. Between them,

they dragged a person down the hall. He was dressed oddly, in something that resembled a funny

costume. Startled and slightly scared, I stepped aside as if to blend in with the curtains and let them

pass by, but not before catching the look of fear on the middle aged man's face. Questions immediately

ran through my mind.

Where were they taking him? Why did he look so scared? Why was he wearing that?

I felt helpless even though part of me wanted to help the poor man.

Without a second thought, I ran after the guards, wondering that hallway they went into.

Left or right?

I ran around in the halls desperate to catch a glimpse of them but I couldn't see them anywhere! I ran

back to the other hallway and took a right turn instead. I saw them, all the way at the end of the

corridor. I ran after them but they turned. There was no sign of them anymore but I kept searching. Part

of me nagged what I would do if I did find them but I chose to ignore it. Something about the expression

on the man's face kept me going. I was scared for what they were going to do to him. My chest was

starting to hurt and I couldn't help but stop for a couple of minutes.Images of them beheading the

innocent man clouded my thoughts. Just as I was catching my breath and regaining the energy to keep

running, I turned to come in contact with something hard.

Or someone. I looked up to see angry golden eyes staring down at me.

"What are you doing out of your room again!" Damon spoke grimly.

"The guards," I struggled to speak, still not having caught my breath,"I think they're going to kill that

man."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, looking annoyed.

"I saw the guards dragging this man somewhere," I snapped," what are they going to do with him-"

He rolled his eyes," he's a villager, a native, he's ours."

My eyes widened with disbelief,"what ''I whispered.

He nodded," He is not for you to worry about."

All of the sudden, the anger that boiled inside of me unleashed and I began to shout,"You're monsters,

you're all monsters!" I felt my hands clench into fists that slammed against his chest as I sobbed and

screamed," You're going to kill that man for no reason! You're horrible monsters that deserve to die!"

I felt his hands wrap around mines and he pushed me away in an attempt to block the hits," Stop."

I could see through blurry eyes that he was angry but I was over it. I didn't know what to make of my

fear and all I could do was cry.

"No one is coming to rescue you so stop."

In the distance past Damon I saw the two guards walking further down the hall.

"Wait!" I called out but they wouldn't stop.

I tried to make my way past Damon to head towards them but he grabbed my arm and yelled" Go back

to your room! Now!"

"I can't! I have to help him!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face.

"You're too late! He's probably already dead!" snapped Damon.

Something twisted inside me when I heard those words because I knew he was right. That man was

gone and there was nothing I could do or could have done to change that. "Go back to your room," his

tone was more gentle now.

Silently, I obeyed.

Fear engulfed me as I walked back to my room. How long before I'm next?

Lets face it, if they can't find a way to erase my memory, that will be me.

Images of the innocent man flooded my head. What did Damon mean by native villager? I wondered if

the man had a family or someone who is wondering where he is. I needed some answers but where

could I possibly get them?

I finally reached my room and laid in bed. I noticed on the dresser there was a new tray with some

more water and food but I had lost my appetite. I turned to my side and let myself cry some more and

before I knew it, I had cried myself to sleep

I woke up a few hours later feeling hot and sweaty.

Lazily, I stood up and cracked open a window. The view of the woods was beautiful in daylight. I

glanced at the clock that read 6:46pm. Sucdenly, a maid burst in as if it was her own

room.