Caged

Mara's POV 

 The silver cage I got thrown into had started to weaken me instantly, and I was completely powerless at this point because there was obviously nothing I could do to help myself, now that I was locked with silver bars around it.

It was a shame to my family, and I knew about that. The fact that I got overpowered to the extent of being thrown into a silver cage was quite a shameful thing because I was a two soul vampire and was supposed to be way stronger than vampires around me.

It was because I got taken unexpectedly.

Now, if only I could get a chance out of this cage… I was going to rip all the guards' heads off their throats without second thoughts.

My mind started to drift towards my sister, and I couldn't help it, a low pain started to build up inside of me.

I don't think I've ever loved a vampire the way I loved my sister in my entire life, and it hurt to find out that she was dead. It hurt a lot more because I was being accused of it.

I glanced around me after a few moments, taking in the whole arena. The cage I was currently locked in was a huge and wild one, which I was grateful about, it made the force of the silver work slowly in draining me, and by the look of things– I was going to be greatly drained of my strength if I get left in here for over three days.

Hopefully, I was going to have been given a chance to speak to Lord Klaus and explain myself to him, so I could be declared innocent and set free. 

I still found it hard to believe that Lord Klaus had obviously lied about the fact that he had wanted to listen to my explanations, when he had sent some other people to come over to the house when in reality, he has only used that excuse to lure me into his trap – and I had stupidly, willingly fallen into it with my two eyes wide open.

I felt like beating myself up at this moment.

The silver cage was a gaping kind, with like two inches separating each line of silver from each other. The person who had crafted this cage was very brilliant. Even though there were huge spaces in the cage, a vampire wouldn't dare insert their arm through the space, except if they wanted that hand to get burnt by the force of the silver. 

I've never even been this close to silver in my entire life as I was at the moment, and I hated my current situation so much.

There were a whole lot of guards standing around the cage, on every corner of the cage. It was like they were on standby, in case I end up breaking out of the cage. I wanted to ask them if it was even possible for a vampire to be able to break out of a silver cage, for them to be currently standing at alert like I was about to break out of the cage unexpectedly.

Or was there a way for a vampire with two souls to be able to break out of a silver cage?

Perhaps there was, and the guards probably knew about it, which explains why they were still standing around here, instead of leaving me to myself since I was already rendered temporarily powerless by the silver of the cage.

Maybe there really was a way for two soul vampires to be able to break out of a silver cage, but father had probably felt like I was still too young for the lesson.

That's probably it.

I let out a little groan as I dropped my head into my palms and let out a muffled scream of frustration, wishing there was a way I had seen this coming – if I had seen this coming, I'd have definitely pestered my father until he teaches me how to break out of a silver cage.

If I had seen any of this coming, I don't think any of these would even be currently happening, because, for one, I'd have stopped Layla from leaving my room when she had done today, hours before she got pronounced dead… and then none of these would have happened. I wouldn't get accused of murder by lord Klaus' guards and I most definitely wouldn't have accompanied his men over to his premises for a talk– which had blindly led me into this particular, stupid silver cage.

I let out another groan, that sounded a little louder than the previous one.

I lifted my face off my hand and started to crack my brain, feeling the wheels start to gradually turn around in my head. I just couldn't sit here until whenever Lord Klaus decided to permit me to see him for me to explain myself to him, I had to do something.

I had to think, to try to come up with something at least… to try to come up with anything that could help my current situation.

After thinking and thinking and coming up with nothing at the end of the brainstorming, I let out a small, resigned sigh of frustration.

I glanced outside the silver cage in the next moment to see some of the guards currently staring at me.

I leaned forward a little but didn't go any further because I didn't want to mistakenly come in direct, physical contact with the silver.

"Can any of you please relay my message to lord Klaus?" I asked loudly, hearing my voice echo around the whole, confined surroundings where the silver cage was placed in the midst of it, with me in it.

"Unfortunately, we can't, sorry." One of the guards responded after a minute.

"But I really need you to tell him what happened, to explain what actually happened to him." I paused for a moment, glancing around a little. "I wasn't the one that killed Layla, I really wasn't. It wasn't me." I echoed out earnestly, wishing one of them would just try to relay my message to lord Klaus at least.

I was convinced that it was all a misunderstanding, and could easily be cleared out if I and lord Klaus had a talk together – and for a start, if my message can get relayed to him for me, that would be a great start for me.

"But you did, the whole evidence points to you as the murderer, every damn evident is pointed at you." The same guard responded once again and I blinked at him confusingly, as I tried to wrap my head around what he had just said.

What evidence?