Amaryllis shot up in bed as she abruptly woke up. Her heart was racing and her breath was coming out in fast pants.

She looked down at her body seeing that she was still clothed. She looked at her body in confusion. She felt no pain between her legs and she wasn't bleeding. Her head no longer hurt and she wasn't on the floor.

It was all a dream.

She almost cried in relief. Her innocence was still intact.

After having regained normal breathing, Amaryllis stood up from her bed, cringing as the cold concrete met her feet.

She walked across the small, dark room and opened the door. She needed to leave her room and breathe for a moment. She also hoped to find a bathroom for her mouth was quite parched.

Amaryllis was still in the clothes she had received the day before. She hoped she would get sleeping clothes because her's were filthy from cleaning the dungeon floors.

From what she saw, there was no bathroom in the dungeons. She headed for the stairs as chills broke out on her skin both from the chilly air and from the thought of being down there with psycho vampires.

As quietly as she could manage, she walked up the winding concrete steps until she reached the top. Amaryllis was met with pristine granite floors. She gulped as she took a tentative step onto the granite. She didn't want to taint such a perfect surface.

She didn't see anybody walking around, nor did she hear anyone. She was glad; she did not feel like being confronted by a vampire.

The castle was dark as most vampires were asleep, in the rooms, or out enjoying the darkness of the night. Enjoying the darkness also included hunting.

Amaryllis wasn't sure what time it was, but it still must have been night time.

She saw doors lining the hallway and Amaryllis hoped one of them was a bathroom. She held her breath as she opened the first door, afraid of opening a door to a vampire's bedroom.

Thankfully it was just a closet of some sort. The next door she opened was the jackpot. She quickly entered the bathroom and locked the door. She didn't dare turn the light on because she didn't want to attract a vampire.

Amaryllis couldn't see, so she felt around with her hands to find the sink. Finally, she felt a counter and then a raised bowl. She assumed the bowl was the sink so she felt around for the faucet.

Finding it, she turned the water on bowed her head. She sighed as the cool water met her tongue. She was badly in need of water. She hadn't drunk anything since the day before at breakfast.

After drinking up some water, Amaryllis sighed and sat down on the floor. She didn't want to go back down to the dungeons. She crossed her legs and held her head up with her hands. Her elbows rested on her knees.

She yawned as tiredness seeped back into her body. She knew she had to leave the bathroom eventually before she fell asleep, but she really didn't want to leave.

Fifteen minutes later, she pulled herself up from the floor and unlocked the bathroom door. She quietly pulled the door open, hoping she wouldn't see anybody out in the hallway.

She cracked the door open and looked around, seeing no one. She was about to take a step out, but then she saw a figure moving toward her. She couldn't tell who it was because it was so dark, but then tingles broke out on her skin. Something called to her, telling her to open the door and go to the person.

It was King Ulric.

She held in her gasp of shock, and quickly but carefully closed the door as to not make any noise.

She stood tensed and not breathing behind the closed door as she waited for the King to leave the area.

She waited a few minutes, positive that the King had to have left. She cracked the door back open, double checking to make sure no one was in sight. She then stepped out of the room and closed the door.

She started to head back to the dungeon, but then jumped sky high as she felt a large hand wrap around her upper arm.

Fear encased her entire being, but so did tingles.

I hate the stupid tingles.

Right?

The hand tightened against her arm, and she winced. "Turn around," King Ulric's calm voice pierced the air.

Amaryllis turned around, focused on keeping her eyes on the ground.

"What are you doing up here little human?" He questioned, his voice dark and sinister.

"I needed a drink," Amaryllis responded in a quiet voice, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Ah. And did I say you were allowed to leave?" He asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

"No, you didn't." She said, on the verge of tears. She was scared of what the King would do to her. She gulped as she thought of the dream she had.

"I am sorry, King Ulric," Amaryllis said, hoping the king would have mercy on her.

"Oh, you are sorry? You did something in my castle without my permission, and I should just forgive you?" The King said with a laugh, but without humor.

Amaryllis didn't know how to answer, so she awkwardly shifted her weight from foot to foot as she stared at the floor.

"Answer me!" The King's deep voice rumbled through the castle, causing Amaryllis to jump.

"No, you shouldn't forgive me!" Amaryllis said, scared for her life. She wished more than anything that she was at home with her brother and parents.

"That's right. I shouldn't have to forgive you."

Amaryllis nodded. Why did I leave my cell, she thought to herself.

"You know what, I think I need a drink as well." The King smirked.

He pulled her arm to make her follow him. She wondered if the King was going to drink her blood.

After walking down several hallways, they finally exited through a door. They were outside. Soon she felt as if she was flying through the air. And she almost was. The King was using his ridiculously fast vampire speed to get down the mountain.

Soon they were practically flying through the town before he slowed down in front of a brick building. When they entered, there were many male vampires feeding off of skimpily dressed female humans.

She saw the bloody necks of the girls, seeing bloody, raw puncture wounds all over their skin. She wanted to throw up at the sight. She wanted to help the girls, but she had no idea how.

Is the King going to let these men do to me what they are doing to these other girls?

She tensed up in fear as the King pushed her up against the wall. Here it goes, Amaryllis thought to herself, he is going to kill me.

She was surprised when the King didn't touch her but grabbed a dark headed brunette who was about Amaryllis' height and sunk his sharp, long fangs into her neck.

She didn't know why, but she felt a tinge of jealousy. She didn't want to see the King feed off of other women.

Why do I even care, Amaryllis thought to herself; wondering why she felt things for the King that no one else had ever made her feel.

Amaryllis felt bad for the girl as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The King was draining the blood from her body. She wanted to tell him to stop, but it was as if she was frozen in the moment.

When the girl's body started to go limp, Amaryllis pushed off of the wall. "Stop! You are going to kill her," She exclaimed as she walked toward the King.

The King rolled his eyes but released the dying girl. He pushed the girl into Amaryllis' body. Amaryllis almost dropped the girl on the floor as she was wasn't prepared for a body to be flung into her arms.

"Then revive her yourself," the King said with a smirk on his bloody lips. His tongue then moved across them, wiping the blood away.

"I want you at breakfast in the morning," the King said and then walked out of the building.

Amaryllis couldn't believe that the King did something so awful to this young girl. She also couldn't believe that he left her in this building, surrounded by bloodthirsty male vampires. She would have to walk through the little village and all the way up the mountain to get back to the castle.

She looked around hopelessly, she couldn't save the girl. With the amount of blood the King took from her, she would need a blood donner.

A vampire stood up from a chair a few feet away from her. The hairs on Amaryllis' body stood up as the man approached. She hoped he wouldn't touch her.

She was surprised when the man took the girl from Amaryllis' arms. He bit into his own arm and placed the bloody punctures against her lips. The girl sucked on the man's blood and within seconds she was up and walking again.

"She was good in bed," the man shrugged and walked away.