I come from a coven of vampires who are highly magical. My ability is charms and enchantments. I can enchant most beings and make them do whatever I want. Beings that rank the same powers as me. Not people like Roth or anyone of that level of power.
The spell Victor thinks I put on him is indeed something I can do, and have done to men I’ve wanted in the past. But I couldn’t do that to him.
My feelings for him forbade me.
We went into the mines, into a little cavern and we spent the whole night together. I had the man of my dreams for one night only.
By morning the shit hit the fan.
Not only did he realize I charmed him and was pissed about it, but Roth … he knew we were together.
He suspects Victor of not being who he says he is. He things he’s a spy and I’m inclined to think the same. I didn’t have any proof of sorts but I just know.
He always has this calculative look like he’s up to something and he’s always with the Lycan and the mage, Heath and Phoebe. It’s not normal for guards to associate themselves with inmates the way he has.
Although to be fair he is the only one of the guards here at the prison who is different.
That difference affords him some leeway, but still there’s a limit on what is acceptable and what is not. It’s worse when your enemies know your weakness.
Roth knew we were together and worked it to his advantage. He’s doing it now.
I want Victor but not like this, but if Roth doesn’t see me trying to work my way in with Victor somehow I’m scared he’ll do something to my parents.
The little beeper on my wrist buzzes. That’s him summoning me to his office now.
I sigh and make my way up to him.
This is the part that grates me. How people use me. I’ve been used all my life.
It’s how I ended up here in this fucking God forsaken prison I can’t even contemplate escaping.
I trusted too easily and took the hit for my best friend’s crimes. He set me up. my best friend set me up. He killed a human and arranged for me to be at the wrong place, wrong time. By the time I realized what happened I had mercenaries after me. they were tracking him and they found me. no matter how much I pled not guilty it never helped. Besides I know Roth wants me here because he’s interested in my powers. I’m useful to him.
I get to the office, knock on the door and the guard opens it. I step in and see the girl who just arrived. She’s sitting in a chair opposite Roth who looks a sight for his appearance. Dark elves are normally beautiful to look at. The dark skin against the platinum hair is normally striking, except on him it looks a nightmare.
My mother always told me it’s assign of evil.
Beautiful creatures who start looking bad suddenly is a dead giveaway that all is not well with them. It’s the soul’s way of expressing itself. A tell that it’s been tainted. That is how Roth looks. Tainted.
The girl’s dainty features and her little pixie ears suggests she’s of the fae folk.
Victors ears are more defined and district standard to most elves.
The girl looks at me. Her bright purple hair and pale skin are the first things to notice about her along with her violet eyes. The same color as mine.
“Wonderful,” Roth booms and smiles a sickly smile that makes my skin crawl. I know he can read thoughts so while I’m around him I try to contain what floats into my mind. “Selene this is Leora. She is a very special inmate here. Her powers were similar to yours. She can enchant.”
I look at the girl and then back to him. That can’t be all he thinks she can do. the power I sense in her off her is off the radar.
“That’s great.” I smile.
He laughs. “She can enchant and do many other things. She just wants us to think otherwise. Don’t you darling?”
He waves his hand and white light beams from his fingers. To my astonishment she counters him with a wave of her hand and freezes him in place.
She looks to me and fear washes over me. I can’t move. Someone so powerful couldn’t have just been captured by the dark elves bounty hunters and brought to Galatia. She must have allowed it. I’ve never heard of anyone being powerful enough to do what she just did to Roth.
She stands up and moves to me. “Please, we don’t have much time,” she says quickly and touches my cheek. As she does I’m sucked into a bright purple light and then I’m in a meadow.
A meadow on earth. A meadow on earth in bright sunlight and I’m alive. I’m a normal vampire. I can go into the shadows of day but not bright sunlight like this. I scream waiting for the sun to take me but it doesn’t.
It’s not affecting me.
“Where are we?” I gasp.
“Selene, you must stop helping him. He’s plotting your death as we speak. Victor is not an enemy. He’s supposed to help me and I need you too,” she blurts, pleading.
Her words speak directly to my soul and draw me in. “Help you? how do you know Victor?”
She just got here, to Galatia. She couldn’t know what she’s saying.
“I’m her. The Chosen,” she declares and my heart stills within my chest.
“Chosen? The Chosen as in the girl with the powers of the gods?
“Yes. I’m in danger. I need your help. But I have to be able to trust you. I need your help or this will all go very wrong.”
I shouldn’t be trusted and not by her. “If you’re
