Lost 9

Every morning I was greeted by sweet sounds of chirping birds. They make me smile for a better morning. I knew today was the day I'm going to do it successfully. This made me feel hope and happiness. But waking up to a silent and foreign place devoid of any emotions is the scariest thing alive. I jumped from the bed, calling my self stupid for many times. How could I be so irresponsible? It was one thing to take a nap, but to sleep an entire night. What was I thinking? He could have murdered me or, worse, kidnapped me. Though I wasn't sure he could do the latter without waking me.

I would suspect myself to be drugged if I had eaten anything from here. But in reality, it was possibly the tiredness from traveling and stress of sharing a room with him. That brought me back to my current dilemma, Where's my captor/ enemy? I couldn't see him anywhere. I know he was smart enough to not sleep unlike me. I was an idiot, but a lucky one who had managed to be unscathed somehow.

I heard a sudden knock, I immediately turned, afraid that it would be Lucien who has come back to finish me off. But to my surprise, it was a child barely twelve-year-old looking at me as though I was a filth. It immediately put me on guard. Her expression alone told me she was an enemy, though she was a kid. She muttered something about untidy whores. I let out a gasp, not expecting that from a child. I was angry at being called a whore by a child. Doesn't she have any manners, where is her mom? I was seething.

She wasn't talking to me but herself, so I cleared my throat. "Do you have anything for me to eat?", I asked. Not really wanting one more enemy, not even a girl. "I'm here to clean the room of our prince. Just because you are here, doesn't make you a princess to be waited on by others, she said, her lips curling. She almost resembled a tiny wolf with claws already. Her venom reminded me of Arya. Are they related somehow? I thought in my mind.

"That was a long speech for a simple yes or no", I tried to smile at her, she is a kid after all. She looked surprised at my reaction, normally this isn't a reaction she expected from me. She wasn't used to kind words, I guess she was a servant, I can get her in my team if I'm good to her. Furthermore, she looked away, not wanting to reply.

"Shouldn't you be in school? ", I asked her. "I don't want to go to school", she scoffed. I blinked surprised is she for real? Which kid doesn't want to go to a school? I know homework can be tough, but kids don't like to work as well. I'm sure school is better than working. Maybe lycan's school is that horrible. Somehow I doubt that.

"So, what does your parents say to that?", I asked her. "They are dead. Your people killed them. I only survived because I wasn't there at that time", she said, her voice tight with pain, and looked as though I was responsible. I gulped, unable to say anything. Occasionally, there are no right or wrong in wars, only the winners and losers. The winners get to decide the right and wrong, and losers just comply. But each party suffers, either in a big or small way.

She quickly tidied up the room, though missing some spots. But I let it go, it wasn't my place anyway. Her hands lacked the old determination, as though she was lost like me. Not wanting to hate me, but not having much choice. On the way back, she paused in the doorway without looking at me, she mumbled something about kitchen. I understood we were to served in the kitchen like the usual help. But we aren't treated like servants. We are not paid in cash or kind. We are whores as she called us. To think my self different won't matter at all.

I walked to the kitchen hall rather followed the girl determined to change my fate. I won't be a whore. Furthermore, I won't sleep with Lucien, no matter what the circumstances would be, not that he is interested. I'm going to kill his father and avenge my parents. Assuming he will be there to defend his father, he will be killed first. He is stronger than me and probably smarter,, but he is no match to the fire burning inside me for years.

First things first, I will go and find Aunt Lima first, and then I will help her get out of this place. She doesn't deserve to be here. She is a kind soul. I doubt her survives here for two days rather than two years. I wasn't innocent like her. She was a baby inside a grown woman's body. I knew my mom used to take care of her. If she was alive, she would do what I'm doing now.

The kitchen hall was illuminated, and several girls were eating food. All of them were humans. My blood boiled at the sight. They have kept these girls as slaves while their women were free to choose partner's. How was that fair? I looked everywhere,, but I couldn't find Aunt Lima anywhere. I was sad and disturbed. My plans were failing. I know Lucien will find something soon against me. If so, they will easily order me to be hanged. I didn't know what to do? I was depressed and lost. I picked my food.

I managed to eat something, thinking about the new plans. But I couldn't find any way to save myself or my aunt. If she wasn't here,, where was she? Maybe somewhere in the prison. I doubt that they would simply kill the old selected girls.

That could be the only reason I'm not finding my aunt here. It wasn't like there was any retirement plan for them, correction us.