Be Careful When You Bite Me

Chapter 17

“Damon!” I called out,” Damon please!” He ignored me and walked away, how body disappearing into

the dark until I could no longer see him.

If there was any part of me that even felt a slither of emotion for him, it was completely wiped away and

replaced with hate.

Damon didn’t come back. Instead, it was either a guard or a maid that came down to give me a tray of

food and water every couple of hours.

The only way I was able to keep track of the days was the amount of trays I was given.

I knew that they gave me three trays a day and so far I was on tray number 5.

I knew that that meant I had been down here for about two days but it felt longer. Every second

dragged by and I found myself losing track of my thoughts, getting distracted by the the constant

dripping of the water on the roof. I tried to remind myself to stay strong. Remind myself that they

couldn’t kill me because it was against their law, I’m not a native villager after all but that didn’t reassure

me at all. Somehow, it was much harder to stay calm in an underground dungeon with metal chains

wrapped around your throat.

Not to mention the corpse beside me.

It was hard to sleep or to even shut my eyes sometimes. I had an engulfing fear that Isabelle would

come back, or maybe Seth, and snap my neck in half, claiming it was an accident and leave my corpse

for the maids to find.

Her words echoes in my head again.

Drain me dry and feed my corpse to the werewolves.

I heard sudden shuffling and wondered if it was another maid coming to bring me a tray of food.

It couldn’t be, it isn’t time.

I scrambled to my feet at the realization that it was more then one person coming towards the cell.

When they finally came into sight I recognized them as two guards and...Damon.

I breathed out feeling a sense of relief that I had no explanation for. He has definitely proven to me that

he will not be my shining knight in armour , I had no idea what I was persistent to hold on to that hope.

“Damon,” I meant to speak a lot louder but I ended up whispering.

“Take off the chains,” Damon ordered the guards, not looking at me. I wanted to scream out loud in

relief but instead kept quite.

Two guards walked up to me and fumbled with the chain on my neck.

I wondered what this meant. It could either mean one of three things. They were either going to let me

back into my room, they had found me a witch or they were going to finally kill me.

I brought my hands up to rub my neck as soon as I could. I felt a thousand pounds lighter.

I looked up at Damon who had been watching me.

“What now?” I spat out.

“I found a witch,” he began,” she agreed to do the ritual.”

“What are we waiting for,” I didn’t take my eyes away from his,” the quicker we get on with it, the sooner

I could get out of this hell hole.”

“She isn’t here-“

“Where is she.”

“She lives a couple hours away, she refused to come here.”

I can understand that.

“She agreed to do the ritual under a couple of terms, one being we go to her.”

“And?”

“And...shell want to assess you first...” Damon was hesitant, almost as if he didn’t want to say it.

“Asses me how?” I asked.

“She wants to take a look at your past, maybe your future. She doesn’t want to touch you until she

knows your safe.

“I don’t care, she can asses me all she wants if it means I could finally leave this place.

Damon merely nodded.

He looked towards guards,” take her to her room.”

His gaze met mines again,” clean up and change your clothes, we leave in a couple hours.”

It was almost a relief to be back at my old room. I missed the comfy bed and the clean running water

and hell, a change of clothes. In a sick twisted way I realized that I may have taken this room for

granted.

After showering and putting on a fresh change of clothes, I stopped in front of the mirror and wondered

if this would be the last time I see this room.

Seconds later barged in a maid who I immediately recognized as the one that had helped me get ready NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

the night of the ritual, Meredith.

“Hi!” I exclaimed,” I haven’t seen you in a while.”

She didn’t speak. Instead, she wrapped her hands around me in a comforting hug.

Shocked at the gesture, it took a couple of seconds to relax in her grip.

“I heard,” she mumbled into my hair.

“I don’t want to jinx it,” I replied.

She pulled back and took a good look at me,” it’ll be alright, it’s about time they found someone for

you.”

“Do you really think it will work? I’ll finally get to go home?”

Her kind eyes bore into mines and her gaze saddened,” let’s hope so.”

She walked towards the dresser and grabbed the sandwich, proceeding to shove it in my direction.

“Eat this, there’s no telling the next time you’ll eat.”

I scarfed down the food and left Meredith back in my room, making my way down to the main garden.

I felt the nerves racing through my head and wondered if I really was never coming back. I felt awful

leaving Meredith behind. I wish I could have helped her or somehow recused her from this place but it’s

as she had said.

It’s in her blood to be here, she’s a native.

Damon was waiting in the same black car as last time. The guards opened the door for me and I made

myself comfortable.

“It’s going to be a long ride,” said Damon,” a little over four hours.”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I leaned my head against the window and remained silent.

Although the drive was long, it was ending just a little too soon. My heart grew restless and panicked

and I was afraid of what to expect. Damon had said that the witch wanted to see my future and my past

to determine if she would help me. What factors would cause her to decline?

I watched seemingly endless trees turn into road premiered by mountains and finally, we entered busy

city.I recognized it as soon as we entered because I had been wanting to visit ever since I was a little

girl.

New York.

Odd how the circumstances have changed.

It was almost night time but the city was still alive. Cars and pedestrians lined the roads as if one. I

watched shop owners sell fruit on the streets and wondered if they had any idea about the world that

exists just a few hours away.

I realized how far away from home I was and grew sick. About twenty minutes late we had reached a

more quiet area and the signs above the streets read Brooklyn.

We drove into an alley and the car suddenly stopped.

I turned to look at Damon who was already getting out of the car.

I took a deep breath in and mirrored his actions. I realized that both the driver and the guard remained

in the car.

“This is it?” I examined my surroundings.

Metal rusty stairs lined the gravel walls of the alley leading up to people’s apartments.

“She lives up here in one of those,” Damon pointed up towards a second apartment. I walked almost on

his heel and followed him up the noisy stairs. He turned to look at me before lifting his fist to knock on

the door but it flew wide open before he got the chance.

Behind the door stood a beautiful long haired brunette with dark eye makeup and maroon lips. She

wore a long-sleeve crimson satin dress and her long black fingernails were pointy like fangs.

She squealed when she saw Damon and threw herself at him, her long olive-toned arms wrapping

around his neck.