Love Comes In Many Dangerous Forms

Uneasiness

I woke up to the sensation of someone tugging and pulling on my arm. I opened my eyes to see Vera was taking off my bandages she looked over to me and smiled softy.

“How are you feeling?” she asked as she threw the blood soaked bandages in the trash.

“Tired,” I answered and looked to see the gash in my left arm.

“You should be,” Vera smile, “Turn your head to the left, I need to change your bandages.”

I sighed and did as she said.

I felt the tape being gently ripped from the skin of my neck. When I felt the gauze leave my neck I turned to Vera.

“Can I see it?” I asked her.

She nodded and helped me get off my bed and led me to my vanity’s mirror. I looked at my reflection, and I looked worse than usual. My skin was pale and has a sheen of sweat covering my face. My blonde hair fell limply and stuck against my skin and I had very dark circles under my eyes.

But what was horrifying was that part of the flesh on my neck was missing. I could see the red irritated skin around the wound, and the flesh pulsed with each beat of my heart. Blood was caked on around the wound and new blood flowed freely.

It made me want to vomit.

“I need to clean it Cassie,” Vera sighed sadly.

I nodded and sat on my bed and tilted my neck to the left. I winced and she dabbed the anesthetic onto the open wound. I bit my lip from crying out in agony and clenched my fists around the hem of my dress as tears pricked my eyes.

When the pain was over, she place new bandages around my neck and left inner elbow. I let out a sigh, I hated feeling useless.

“I know you hate not doing anything, but you have to stay in bed, you may get out tomorrow if your fever decreases,” she told me and started brushing my hair.

Her brushing my hair reminded me of when I was little. She would brush my hair to help me sleep during the night. I would be afraid of the dark, and she would stay in my small room and would just brush my hair lightly.

And it still put me to sleep years later. But I couldn’t help but feel uneasiness linger in my mind, like something bad was going to happen, that something very bad was going to happen.

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(Audrey’s P.O.V.)

I sighed and walked into the library, where Shane was.

I saw him reading a thick book with yellowing pages.

“You know you have a lot of work to do?” I asked crossing my arms and leaned against the doorframe.

He looked up and gave me a confused expression.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re still a slave,” I reminded him, “And there is a lot of work to be done.”

He sighed and closed the book.

“What am I supposed to do?” he asked as he walked over to me.

“Well, we all need to work on the grand ballroom, the foyer, and the kitchen,” I told him and led him over to the ballroom where most of the servants were.

I picked up a bucket and cloth and shoved it in Shane’s direction.

“I’m guessing you’re still mad at me,” he mused.

“Furious actually,” I commented, “And you’re lucky I don’t send Zach in here to rip your sorry little head off.”

He said nothing, and I smirked at that.

I got on my knees like everyone else did, and started mopping the floors with an old rag and soapy water.

“I’m sorry,” he told me as his rag sloshed into the water.

“I can’t forgive you,” I stated.

“Why?”

“Because you almost killed my best friend,” I answered.

“How many times do I have to tell you? It. Was. An. Accident.”

“I don’t care,” I rolled my eyes, “And it doesn’t matter if it was an accident or not, you could have killed her.”

He frowned and scrubbed at the tiled floor.

The room was silent, but it soon was broken by a blood curdling scream coming from Cassiel’s room.
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