Bride To His Darkness

The cold chains cut into Samantha’s wrist as she struggled to squeeze her hand free from their entrapment, but no matter how hard she tried, her efforts turned out to be futile. Her powers were subdued by the enchanted restraint, leaving her utterly helpless, and presently, her brain found it difficult to process anything that wasn’t related to escaping.

Her eyes darted around the dimly lit room, and aside from the big bed at the corner, it was spacious and empty. Fear immediately gripped her heart, fueled by the uncertainty of what those people plan on doing to her. The air was thick with an unsettling silence as she anxiously waited for answers, the predicament settling heavily on her shoulders.

In her moment of pondering, the heavy door suddenly groaned open, and when she lifted her head alarmingly to see who had walked in, her dark pupils dilated at the sight of a familiar vampire, and when he fully stepped into the room, Samantha immediately rose to her feet.

"Alistair?" She called his name, the shock in her voice evident as she looked at the vampire, her stupefied gaze sweeping him from head to toe. Instantly, she felt a sense of relief surged through her nerves at the sight of him, that was the only feeling she could sense, there was no suspicion on her side, as she believed he was her salvation.

"Alistair!" She cried out, her voice echoing in the confined space as she hurried towards where he stood. There were tears in her eyes, as if she was going to burst any minute due to the emotions she had bottled in her heart, but when he smiled reassuringly at her, she couldn’t stop herself from asking, "did they take you in too? I’m so happy that you’re here! I was so terrified and confused that I was all by myself. I don’t know why I’m here, they kept saying things to me but– but we can escape! I know we can escape if we try! There’s a boat at the back leading to a shore, I know if we–"

"You know what, Samantha?" He inquired, his voice dripping with a calculated charm, whilst it stopped Samantha from speaking mid-sentence. Not minding the chains in her hand as she didn’t consider that as important, she used her two dainty hands to hold one of Alistair’s hand, whilst leading him towards the door.

"This isn’t the right time for us to speak, we need to leave before someone comes. How did you find your way here? H– how did you know I was here?"

"None of that will matter, as you can’t leave." He added, making Samantha pause in her effortless drag, and when he had her attention, he said, "you can’t leave because I assisted them in bringing you here."

"What?" Confusion etched across her face, her hands recoiling subconsciously from his own, "what do you mean you assisted them? This is no time for jokes, Alistair! You’re saying this to frighten me and it’s not funny. You can do this when we’re safely back at the Palace but don’t joke about–"

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Alistair suddenly chuckled darkly as he watched her try to make up excuses for his own schemes, and there was a sinister undertone to his voice as he interrupted her, "you see, my dear sister-in-law, alliances tend to shift, blood ties mean absolutely nothing in this grand scheme and you know why, because with you out of the way, only then will I become free of this chains I have to carry all my life, Samantha. Don’t you want me to experience a little happiness?"

"W– what are you saying to me?" Samantha felt a chill in the air that had nothing to do with the room’s temperature, the once-familiar face of Alistair now wore the mask of a betrayer, but even then, Samantha refused to accept it as the truth. She knew Alistair, he wasn’t that type of person who’d betray his family.