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A heart shaped chain

sequel to prisoner! Kyna is locked away, dreading her sixteenth birthday. The day she will be presented with a heart on a chain and be a prisoner to an ancient vampire


7. Chapter VII

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I woke up and everything was crystal clear.

"You're awake," said Jack. He helped me to my feet and led me to a mirror. I was different. My eyes were blood red, my hair long and lustrous. He draped a necklace around my throat. I put a hand on it. It felt strange against my skin, alien almost.

"Can I go out?" I asked.

"You should feed first" he told me, stroking my hair.

"I don't want too," I muttered.

"You must to stay strong"

"I'll feed, just not now," I told him. I left the room and headed out to the courtyard. The sun seemed brighter then normal. I covered my eyes.

"Kyna!" called a voice. I turned, and then turned away again. It was Logan. He hurried to my side.

"What, may I ask, do you want?"

"I wanted to talk to you! I haven't seen you in nearly two weeks!"

"You might not have seen me but I saw you"

"What? When?"

"In the stables, three night's ago" he looked confused then realization struck him and his eyes widened.

"Look, that wasn't my fault. Vanessa just came onto me"

"Yes and you were acting like she utterly repelled you"

"I'm sorry...I thought you were avoiding me!"

"I was locked up for sneaking out to see you. The only reason I was out that night was because I asked for a final night as a human," I snapped. He looked like I'd
slapped him.

"I have to go. I need to get some food," I said.

"You mean blood," he said, coldly.

"Well, this was what I had to do to survive. That's where I've been for the last three days in case you're
wondering. Writhing in agony"

"I'm sorry about Vanessa. I couldn't help it"

"We make our own decisions Logan. I've made one right now. Go away and get on with your life, I'll get on with mine" I turned and marched away.

"Oh I heard from my step dad. He said that Bella contacted him about three years ago" I froze.

"Yeah, now you're interested" I spun round.

"Are you going to tell me where she is?" I asked, turning back. He grinned.

"Perhaps" that mocking grin did it. I ran at him, seizing the collar of his shirt and raising him off the floor.

"Tell me Logan or I swear I'll tear your head off!"

"She called him three years ago, from Alaska. Said she had met up with some old friends and they were moving to a private island in the Med. That's all he said"

"Right, well. Good" I dropped him.

"You wouldn't have hurt me"

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"You just wouldn't"

"So why did you tell me?" I asked. If he was so sure that, I wouldn't hurt him then why would he do what I said?

"I was humouring you"

"Sure you were Logan" I went inside and managed to find a computer. I typed in Mediterranean islands. Then I looked up old purchases on islands. There were three listed for a Cullen family. There was one near Brazil, one off the coast of France and one for the Med. Right, that must be her friends. I typed the name into Google.

There were several listings for Cullen families, various properties and then a photography sight. I clicked on it. An example of our work, several group pictures. The first one had three girls and four boys in it. The next one was slightly different and dated a year later. It had four girls. Bella was one of them. She was holding hands with a boy. Just what I was looking for. There was a picture with Bella and the boy. He had an arm round her. Right. Now all I had to do was get out of here.