Chapter 9

Well I woke up this morning to some random old lady standing in my room starring at me holding a tray in her hands with food on it. I looked at the plate not knowing what's on it but ended up eating it because it smelled amazing and I haven't had a proper meal in about 5 years. Surprisingly the food was delicious.

After I was done eating and changed into jeans and a plain white t-shirt the old lady that brought me food this morning was giving me a tour of the house that I was now going to spending all the rest of my days in.

Saying this place was huge would be an understatement. This place was massive, bigger than any mansion I've ever seen, this 'house' is more of a palace or a castle. I mean there's a freaking grand ball room here. There's everything that you would ever need here. The kitchen alone is twice the size of my room. The dinning hall has a long narrow dark oak table with chairs upon chairs.

Too caught up with my surroundings I ended lost seeing as the lady from earlier wasn't in sight. Great now I have to find my way back. This is going to be fun. Ha. I roll my eyes at my own stupidity for not paying attention better.

I walked around for what seemed like hours until I found someone. Their back was towards me so I couldn't see their face. I could tell it was a guy from the short bleach blonde hair and the dress shirt and formal pants the man was wearing.

I cautiously make my way to the person. Right when I'm about to tap on their shoulder a hand suddenly grasp my wrist rather tightly and I let out a wince from the pain starting to form. His light sky blue eyes come to meet my emerald ones. His eyes become darker and harder and his grip on my wrist becomes tighter until I feel a snap as he breaks the bone easily. I let a scream and try to wither my wrist out of his grasp but he doesn't budge. My watery filled eyes look at his face to see his eyes now turned black. My eyes go wide and I stumble back in horror from this man. He's a pureblood. Only their eyes can turn black like that.

"Watch it slave and next time it'll be your neck" the cruel man says through clenched teeth as he let's go of my wrist and his eyes still dark.

"I-I was trying to l-look for my room. I g-got lost" I mumble my words through my chocked sobs. His eyes go back to their normal color and his hard expression softens.

"Well why didn't you say so. Come I'll show you the way" he says in a complete 180 from his mood before. He grabs a hold of my bicep and begins to walk from the way I came before with me right by his side. Seriously? What is wrong with these vampires? One minute their about to rip your throat out and the next they are being kind. I thought humans were strange with their mood swings but they are worse. Maybe it has to do with the fact that everything is heightened.

We round a couple corners until we are to the front entrance where the double staircase and chandelier are. We walk up one of the sets of stairs and walk all the way to the end of the hall. He knocks on the door a couple of times before the door opens up to a shirtless and very angry Ronan. I look at his eyes and step back due to his black eyes, darker than blondies if that's even possible. My eyes then trail down to his naked chest and abs that are carved and defined ever so beautifully perfect. His 8 pack has my fingers itching to touch them to see if they are real or just a figment of my imagination from the perfection of it. His skin looks rough and soft at the same time and it has me dying in the inside. How does one look this good? My gaze then drops even lower to his happy trail as it slowly disappears as my focus ends at the waist band of his pants. If only his pants were a little lower I'd be able to see oh my god. What is wrong with me? They must have put something in my food, every since I've been here my mind has only been filled with thoughts similar to this and it's really starting to freak me out. How could I even check out a monster like him? It's because of his kind that I'm in this situation. I'm drawn back to reality when he speaks.

"Why do you have her? And what is wrong with her wrist?" he questions with a glare on his face and black veins start to form under his eyes. I try to back away more but blondies still holding onto my arm.

"Well you see she came up behind me and me being me I turned around and snapped her wrist before she could touch me to teach her a lesson but she was actually just lost and trying to find her way back here and yeah" blondie says calmly to Ronan scratching the back of his neck. This seems to make him even angrier because his fangs start to poke out from his lips. Blondie lowers his head so his mouth is right next to my ear.

"Good luck with him. You might think I was a little harsh by breaking your wrist but my brother is much worse" blondie whispers in my ear. Wait brother? My eyes expand in fright of what could happen to me if I ever make Ronan angry. He'd probably snap my neck or even torture me.

Ronan grabs my good wrist and yanks me into his room slamming and locking the door behind him. I can hear his heavy breathing from behind me. I slowly turn around but wish I didn't when slams my back hard against the wall in a quick swift movement. He closes the distance between our bodies by crushing his into mine. His hand finds its way around my neck as his other holds my body still. Breathing suddenly becomes an impossible thing as his hand cuts of all my supply of oxygen. I look deeply into his pure black eyes and see purple specks moving around like electricity. His fingers press further into my skin and his nails dig until they break skin and my neck starts to burn and my lungs start to shrivel. Just as I'm about to pass out he let's go dropping my limb body to the cold hard floor. I cough roughly trying to learn to breathe again. My neck still feels like his hand is wrapped securely around it and I'm sure there's already a bruise.

I feel a hand slightly brush my hair out of my face and behind my hair. My head is softly placed on a lap and the owner runs their fingers lightly through my hair. I finally regain clear vision and my breathing becomes steady. I look up and see the deep blue ocean eyes already looking intently at me. He mumbles incoherent words. I don't understand any of this. One minute he's angry and almost killing me and now he's holding me like I'm the most delicate thing in the world and he has to keep me so close because if he were to let go just the slightest I would slip away into thin air.

There was a knock on the door bringing Ronan back from the trance he seemed to be. He looks up at the door and stares at it seeming to decide if he wants to get up to see whom it is or stay where he was.

He finally gets up and straightens his clothes before he strides over to the door and opens it. I can't see whom it is behind the door since I'm still laying on the ground trying to regain the energy I lost from earlier but I can hear a voice.

"Your majesty you have a visitor waiting in the dining hall" the voice speaks softly, it's higher octave states that it's a girl behind the opening.

"Alright I'll be one moment" Ronan speaks smoothly back while closing the door slowly. He begins to walk towards me never breaking eye contact as he moves closer and closer.

"Come piccolo uccello. You have many chores to accomplish" he motions me to move and walks out the room. Was that Italian that he spoke? I slowly get up trying to stand steady. Once I'm situated I move to the list of things thats placed on his desk that states what I'm suppose to do everyday.

I take the paper and it reads:

Make sure to wash all of my bedding and set out new ones (they can be found in the bottom of the closet)

Clean the bathroom (no dirt marks or water behind)

Clean all of the windows in my room(including the balcony doors)

Vacuum my room

Wash and fold my dirty laundry(also put them in their destines drawer or in the closet)

If these aren't all done you will be severely punished my Miabella.

Well time to start doing these chores.

It must have took me all day to do everything. His bathroom alone was 2 hours. Why does someone need a bathroom the size of a master bedroom? Don't get me started on his clothes. I swear no one bothered doing his laundry for 4 months for the least. By the time I was done with everything I was overly exhausted and haven't ate anything since this morning.

I try to remember my way to the kitchen by taking the same route the old lady went and surprisingly found my way. I went straight to the fridge to see if there was anything in there that I could just snack on and call it a night.

I quietly open the door only to come across no food only blood bags. I shiver in disgust and quickly close the door shut. Well looks like I'm not eating tonight. I followed the same way I came from and found my way back to my and well Ronan's room. When I enter I don't see Ronan anywhere but I hear the soft noise of the shower. He must be in there then. I decide to take a shower later and just go to bed now because I'm so empty of any energy. As I start to take off my clothes to change them the shower stops and moments later Ronan appears in my room with only a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. He stands there looking at me strangely. His eyes seem to glow as they start to roam over my body and it was then that I realized I didn't put new clothes on and that I'm only in a bra and underwear. Shit.

I'm about to scramble to my closet but am beat to it when Ronan pushes me to the wall so I'm facing it. His still damp body pressed up against my bare back and his fingers tracing my sides all the way down to my hips and back up again. My breathe hitches in my throat at the tingles his fingers leave dance on my skin. I start to feel a burning sensation in my core that I've never felt before. He pushes himself more into me as if there was still miles of distance between us. He hastily moves the hair covering my neck to the side leaving me more exposed. He lowers his lips just a hair away from my skin. I hear him take in a deep breathe and sniff my skin taking in my scent like oxygen.

"Oh piccolo uccello il tuo tale un scemo" he says huskily in my ear sending pleasurable shivers down my body. I feel his sharp fangs brush against my delicate skin and it's only then that I'm brought back to what's happening.

I push as hard as I can to move him out of the way but he only wraps his arms securely around my small frame to keep me from moving. I struggle in his hold to get him to stop but nothing works.

"STOP RONAN PLEASE STOP STOP" I desperately plead. I hear a low chuckle rumble from his throat. Tears start to form in my eyes at the frustration.

"But my Miabella where's the fun in that?" he asks in a sinister tone. Maybe blondie was right. His brother is worse than him.

"I've had a rough day and you walking around dressed like this isn't helping either. I have to release my anger and frustration somehow right?" He's starting to really scare me. What is he going to do to me? God please help me. I pray over and over again for God to help me and save me from this monstrous being.

"Did you know that some Purebloods have special powers? Well they do and let's just say I'm one of them" he nimbly whispers in my ear with his rich accent. I'm confused at what he just said. Did he just say special powers? As in witches type of magic? That's impossible. He then turns my body around so I'm facing him. His burning black orbs and the purple sparks visible seeming to reach further and further into my soul. He has a mischievous smirk on his face like just figured out his next plan and that it wasn't going to be any good. He takes a step back away from me and I let out a breath I didn't I was holding.

"Do you like games piccolo uccello? I do. It's a form of release for me. Would you like to play one of my games?" I just stare at him in disbelief. What the hell is going on? I stay silent trying to figure out what's going on when he continues to speak.

"I'll take that as a yes then" he smiles to himself. I continue to stare at him trying to see him out. "Good let's begin with my favorite." He walks out of the room only to be back in seconds as if he never left. He looks around the room studying every piece and item and everything in the room as a mischievous smile grazes his lips.

"Perfect" he speaks clear barely above a whisper. His eyes land on a small knick-knack. I'm left in utter shock when the object starts to move from its seating and rises into the air. His eyes stayed fixed on the object as it starts to move to him until it rests floating above his hand. My eyes widened confused on how that's possible.

"Remember when I said that I'm one of those special Purebloods? Well questo è il mio potere" he looks at me evilly as one of the object flies by my head just missing the top of my right ear. I flinch back from the loud crashing from the knick-knack connecting with the wall next to me. Just then the broken pieces from the item start to lift up from the floor and float around me. My eyes widen in fear, my body was frozen in place watching as the little pieces circled around me. One piece came flying into my left arm gliding across my skin drawing blood. I scream out in pain as the spot starts to sting. Without a second thought I run out of the room as fast as I can and reach his door to leave but it's locked and I can hear his chuckle from the other room probably laughing at me trying to escape when he knows I'm stuck in here. I slid my body under his bed not knowing any other place to hid.

"Come out come out wherever you are Bella" I hear him say while clashing of things being thrown around are clogging my hearing. I cover my mouth to muffle my cries. I squeeze my eyes shut just waiting for all of this to be over. Waiting for everything to be normal. My normal life when I was with my family and carefree and not having to worry about anything. His footsteps become louder with every step.

"Hiding only makes it worse my Miabella" he voices as the sound of his footsteps stop. My body freezes in fear. I open my eyes and come in contact with the glowing never ending abyss. A smirk of satisfaction appears on his face.

"Gotcha" he sing songs like a little child in victory.

He yanks me from under the bed by my hair and lifts me off the ground throwing me onto his bed. His body moves over mine and his arms lie on both sides of my face. My body because stiff under his and I'm unable to move. His breathe fans over my neck sending goosebumps onto my skin.

"One day my Miabella. uno giorno." And with that he left.

What the hell is that suppose to mean?