Tower part 5
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Tossing and turning as memories of his family and his home, Trell awoke to find himself in a strange bed. His neck throbbed as he turned to see one of the maids he saw earlier sitting by his bedside nearly asleep herself. Sitting up and feeling the pain in his neck he groaned before reaching his hand to gingerly touch the bandage that covered the wound Kaitlyn had given him.
“Don’t touch it!” The maid said reaching out to grab Trell’s arm. “Removing the bandage may cause it to start bleeding again.”
“How long have I been out?” Trell asked trying very hard to not touch the bandage. A rumbling in his stomach made him think that he had been out for more than an hour or two.
“Three days.” The maid said standing up and walking to the ornate door. “I will fetch you some food.”
Three days. The thought of being out for three days was enough to keep him from realizing what had happened to him for a moment. The maid returned with a tray of food just as he remembered where he was and what had happened to him. Kaitlyn was a vampire, a creature out of stories told by the local bard of dark times. He had never thought they could be real or that he would ever meet one. Or he thought bitterly be enslaved by one. Looking at the food that was fit for a lord didn’t raise his desire to eat any of it, not anymore.
“You should eat.” The maid said pushing the tray forward.
“I don’t really feel like eating right now.” He said turning his head away from the food to examine his prison.
The bed that he had slept in was enormous with very soft silken sheets, he quickly stopped himself from admitting that it was a very nice bed. On the walls hung paintings and rugs with foreign designs on them, he had never seen such things before. How many slaves like him had stared in awe at all of this he thought bitterly.
“Please you will need your strength.” The maid said standing up and watching him survey the room with a frown on his face.
“I don’t want to simply be fattened up for her enjoyment.” Trell said with conviction that quickly faded as he felt himself grow dizzy. Nearly falling over he felt the maids rough yet gentle hands catch him and guide him back to the bed and the plate of food.
“If you don’t eat then you will die and she will find another.” The maid said offering the tray of food once again.
“I suppose I will need my strength to escape.” Trell said feeling his resolve begin to crumble. He wasn’t going to be broken by the vampire so easily, no he would fight her and escape. He brushed aside the notion that it was what every slave that had been here thought. “I won’t let anyone else get taken.”
The maid opened her mouth to say something when a bell somewhere in the castle rang and she took off running in the direction of the sound. Trell watched her go before digging into the plate of meat, cheese and bread before him. It was delicious even though he didn’t want it to be, he would rather it taste like ash so that he would not enjoy it. It wasn’t long before he finished the plate of food and decided to look around the castle for a possible exit.
--------------------------Will our hero escape the vampire ruled floating tower? Find out next Monday in part 6...
Verum post Veritatum
-Botched
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