Chapter 60
Because the dungeons were near the Vampire wing, Paris had easy access to it, and didn’t have to worry about light coming through windows.
Today marked six months since the vampire turning ceremony where his nest leader was used as the sacrifice. The person responsible for the wrongful execution of his nest leader still had not been punished and most likely will never pay for what he had done. The Were-Owl hybrid prince, Andre, set up his nest leader to get his wife, Hannah. The cruelest part of the whole thing was that Andre had her drink from her own husband, the love of her life, to death, to turn into a vampire.
“What are you doing here?” Andre snorted when he saw Paris, along with some other people that came to check up on their loved ones that turned vampires six months ago.
“Tell me, how are you going to explain to all of them that the people they came to check on are dead?” Paris snorted.
“What is he talking about?” the first person questioned.
“I will leave you to it then,” Paris chuckled and walked past Andre to go found Hannah.
“You are wasting your time,” Andre called after him.
“Why is that?” Paris questioned, stopping in his tracks in front of the former vampire king’s cell.
“He took her away a week ago already,” the former vampire king, Torvald, informed Paris.
“Why?” Paris asked furiously.
“Why not?” Andre chuckled.
“Where are the ones from my nest?” a nest leader demanded to know.
“Well, as you know, right after the turning ceremony we got attacked by the very same prehistoric vampire we call The Vampire King, and well,” Andre explained, but didn’t have to finish as they all left.
‘Good, exactly what I was hoping for,’ Andre thought. Andre didn’t like the new vampire king and has a deal with the former vampire king, the current vampire king’s brother.
Andre left Paris in the dungeons.
Paris felt defeated again and was about to make his way out of the dungeons.
“Paris,” Torvald called out to him.
“Piss off,” Paris responded. It was almost expected that Torvald will talk to him by offering him some kind of deal in exchange for his freedom.
“Do you want to walk in the day again?” Torvald asked, but it didn’t make Paris stop.
“You will still be a vampire, only you will be like me. You will be able to have children if you wish,” Torvald said, and that made Paris stop.
“I can not set you free, even if I wish to,” Paris said.
“You don’t have to worry about that promise. I can help you be free from that,” Torvald said, speeding over to the bars, thinking he has Paris hooked.
“Can you help Hannah get her memory back?” Paris questioned.
“You would rather have her have her memory than being a day walker?” Torvald questioned in disbelief.
“I want it all,” Paris corrected him.
“All?” Torvald questioned, not believing his ears.
“Your freedom could cost me mine so, yes, all,” Paris said, facing him.
“Fine,” Torvald said.
“So, what do you need me to do?” Paris asked, wondering what Torvald was up to.
“My brother found a few of his wives, and I am sure a few of my own were found as well. All you have to do is to just tell one of them where I am,” Torvald said.
“That’s it?” Paris questioned.
“That is all,” Torvald assured him.
Paris turned to walk out of the dungeons.
“Where are you going?” Torvald asked, thinking he has failed.
“To go find out if you have any wives walking around,” Paris said.
“So, you don’t want me to promise you my end of the deal?” Torvald asked.
“First, I will find one of your wives, while a think it over,” Paris said, wondering why Torvald has not made the same deal with another vampire.
Paris wondered what benefit it will have to have Torvald free as he left the dungeons. Paris spent the rest of the day in the vampire wing’s darkness, listening. Paris was listening instead of asking questions, knowing if he was to ask about the wives of the former vampire king everyone will tie him to Torvald’s escape. Paris put the thought out of his head when he felt his skin boil as he realized that sending a wife down to the dungeons was the same as setting Torvald free and breaking the promise that Michael made them all make.
‘I will pretend that I will help him,’ Paris thought and made his way down to the dungeons by the end of the day before he had to get ready for his classes.
“I found three women that I believe to be your wives,” Paris lied.
“Show me,” Torvald said, requesting Paris to give his arm so that he could he drink and see for himself.
“Do you take me for a fool? Don’t they feed you down here?” Paris questioned, trying to get out of Torvald drinking from him.
“How am I supposed to see if the women are my wives?” Tovald questioned.
“First, tell me how to restore Hannah’s memory,” Paris requested.
“Promise that you will send at least one woman down to me,” Torvald said.
“I promise I will send a woman down,” Paris said, thinking he had beaten Torvald at his own game since his promise was to send a woman and not one of his wives.
“Paris, you are charged for defining your king and the supernatural king and will await trial,” a voice made Paris jerk his head back.
“What are you talking about?” Paris asked, facing Michael, ready to fight him if need be since he knew Michael could not lay a finger on him without breaking his promise to Ann.
“Did you not just promise to help my brother?” Michael questioned.
“Not exactly,” Paris said.
“Not exactly? To me, it sounded like it and I have proof. Anyone drinking your blood or my brother’s, will see what deal transpired between the two of you. Now make it easy on yourself and see yourself in a cell,” Michael said, happy that he will have Paris behind bars for a while.
“Anyone that drinks from me will know that I had no intentions to help him,” Paris objected.
“Sure, if you say so,” Michael chuckled, and waited for Paris to walk into a cell.
Paris realized that Michael had his own deal with his brother.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” Paris questioned, refusing to go into a cell, knowing once inside, he most likely will never get out again.
“Planned what?” Michael denied the accusation.
Paris sped past him but was met by a spell-wall the moment he set foot out of the dungeons, a shaman waiting for him.
“Of course,” Paris said, and knew he was screwed.
Michael met Paris outside of the dungeons. “Hand over your necklace,” Michael said, holding out his hand.
Paris jerked his shaman necklace off and tossed it at Michael. Michael was not going to steep so low as to pick the necklace up. “See yourself to a cell,” Michael compelled him.
Paris turned around and walked to the open cell. Michael followed him and locked the cell.
“She will never love you, not the way she loves me,” Paris said, after Michael.
“With you out of the way, she is free to love me,” Michael chuckled.
“Brother,” Torvald stopped Michael, reminding him that he has to keep his end of the deal.
“I didn’t find any of your wives,” Michael said, truthfully, and left.
Paris looked at Torvald and wished he could end him.
“We all do what we have to,” Torvald said, and sat in his usual spot on the floor.
Ann drove Paris's car over to where he left her that morning. She stood around in the dark, wondering where Paris was.
“Ann. What are you doing back here?” Michael played dumb.
“Returning my boyfriend’s car,” Ann said.
“Thanks, I will take that,” Soroya said, and took the keys from Ann.
“Hell, I didn’t even notice you,” Ann chuckled, wondering if Paris's crazy ex was also part of the secret society.
“I will prefer giving it to him myself,” Ann said, and tried to take it back.
“Didn’t he tell you? He chose me,” Soroya said, exactly what Michael wanted her to say.
“Paris told me all about you. You guys are not really married. You should really let go of your childhood fantasies,” Ann spat.
“He told me that he had sex with you and you left him utterly disappointed. I have been the only one to ever be able to satisfy his needs,” Soroya said.
“Liar!” Ann accused, not willing to believe that Paris will tell anyone what happened between them.
“I am sorry, Ann, but Paris has been joking about the sex he finally got after three months,” Michael interrupted.
Ann felt the tears build up in her eyes.
“I quote: ‘it’s the longest it has ever taken me to get a girl into bed or should I say into the water?’ That was his exact words in one of his jokes,” Soroya said. Even though Soroya hated doing this to Paris and having to share Michael with Ann in the end, all she wanted was Michael, not caring about how many women she had to share him with.
Ann turned her face away before the tears flooded down her face.
Michael winked at Soroya before leaving her and running after Ann. “Ann, wait up.”
