Chapter Eight: Catfight!

The door to my cell burst open with a clang.

Tristan entered first, with a limp form in his arms.

Pazzi entered next, with several others trailing behind her.

Only Tristan, his bundle, Pazzi, and another guy entered.

By now, it was getting cramped in here.

The first thing to happen was....interesting.


Tristan handed over his bundle to the other guy, and I caught a glimpse of fiery red hair.

Then he came up to me and slapped me across the face.

Oh no.

Heck no.

Oh, no he didn't.

That's when all heck broke loose.

I reached out with my mind and broke my chains loose, then lunged at Tristan, letting a stream of curses fly out.

Then, a force brought me backwards. Again.

This was getting annoying.

My face felt warm all of a sudden.

I touched my cheek to discover a cut about the size of my pinkie, and spilling out blood.

Blood.

In front of a Vampire.

Great.


Suddenly, he was standing over me.

I didn't like the hungry look on his face.

I tried to make an energy barrier between us, but found my strength to be extremely low.

As in, if I use any more energy, I'll probably die.

Not that, you know, death is already coming for me.

Note the heavy sarcasm.

So I just closed my eyes, anticipating my death.

Instead, I felt a hand touch my face gently.

I opened my eyes cautiously.

Tristan was still standing over me, but he had blood on his fingers.

I'm guessing it's mine, since no one else seems to be bleeding on the floor.

He looked at it with pure black eyes.

Then he looked at me.

"Why?" He whispered.

I shivered. Tristan waqs creeping me out.

His blood lust was so high, I could practically feel it.

"Tristan!" Pazzi barked. "Enough!"

That's funny. She sounds like she's in charge.

I blinked, and Tristan's eyes had turned from black to dark brown. He remained where he was, however.

"Topaz....What's going on?" I asked shakily. After all, I was suffering from blood loss and loss of strength.

"Peri, Peri, Peri. Always so naive." She scolded with an air of dominance and power.

"You, my dear 'friend', are being put up for auction."

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"Excuse me?!"