Bitten by the Vampires

She takes my hand and leads me away. I look over my shoulder as I’m being carted off, but the men look amused: not concerned. So they trust Abigail. That’s good. It means that I can trust her, too.

I’m a little surprised that Matthew, Eli, and Benjamin let Abigail take me out of their sight, but I’m also a little relieved. It feels like I’ve been under their watchful gaze for a million years even though it’s been about a day.

As soon as we’re out of earshot, she gives me a hug.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” she tells me.

“You are?”

“Of course. Do you know how long it’s been since we had another girl in the castle?”

“I saw all sorts of girls when I walked in,” I point out, but she laughs and shakes her head.

“I mean a girl vampire.”

“But I’m not a vampire,” I say, blinking.

“What?” Abigail looks confused, and that makes me feel wildly terrible. Am I supposed to be a vampire? Are they supposed to have selected an immortal mate? Is there something wrong with me because I’m not any of those things?

“Am I supposed to be?”

“You’re their mate, right?” She asks, and she scrunches up her nose in a tiny little bunch.

“Yes. At least, that’s what they’ve told me.”

“Um, yeah, you’re supposed to be a vampire.”

“They said they won’t turn me. They said that vampire mates are supposed to be kept and not turned.”

Abigail rolls her eyes.

“Let me guess. They’re scared?”

“I don’t know about all that.”

She shakes her head.

“Whatever. Let’s just get you dressed for dinner. We can worry about my stupid brother and his friends later.”

She leads me off away from the space where the humans just died. We walk around the side of the castle and take a side entrance. Then we go inside. Abigail leads me up, up, up. She takes me upstairs into the castle and eventually, after a lot of twists and turns and moving, we reach what I think is her bedroom.

She stands in front of a large oak door and pushes it. The door swings open easily. There are two human girls in the room, and they seem to be folding laundry and tidying up.

“That’ll be all,” Abigail says.

The two humans nod and curtsey to her and then they take off. Abigail closes the door behind them and locks it. Then she turns to me.

“Good. We’re finally alone,” she grins.

The look of excitement on her face has me slightly concerned. Is she excited because she’s happy to be around another woman? Or is she excited because she wants to eat me? Who do I trust? What do I do now?

“You have to seriously chill out,” she finally says, shaking her head and laughing.

“What?”

“You look so scared! Come on. Didn’t the guys tell you anything?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Not really.”