Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 215: Limits

"Thief! Give her back to us, blood sucker!"

Remus did not mince his words with Silas, but the latter was not impressed. He tightened his hold, further pressing around the boy’s ribs which had the merit of muting his incessant shrieks in favor of wincing and groaning.

"Give me back my mother!" he growled.

"She isn’t your mother, and she will never be," the vampire tried, though struggled to keep his tone at the usual level of neutral.

"Yes, she is! You took her away from us!"

When Remus kicked at Silas’ back again, the arm around his middle tensed, further straining his breathing.

Still, red in the face and almost out of breath, the child continued to hurl threats after demands all the while doing his best to hit Silas every chance he’d gotten.

"Silence!" his voice thundered through the cold, gray corridors, already two levels below the ground floor, "She isn’t an object to be taken at will,"

That too seemed to work on Remus as he simmered down instantaneously upon hearing those words.

"Then why would she choose you? She would never choose you over us!" there was something in his voice. It wasn’t defeat per se, but it sure sounded like he had weak faith in his own words.

It had none of that sharp edge it wielded that entire time since he’d been apprehended.

"She chose me because I never forced her to stay,"

The echoes of his shoes clattered the stone walls, penetrating through the metal bars sealing the prison cells on each side of them.

Silas marched on until a smaller, empty cavity came into view. He slid its door open before tossing the boy inside without a hint of care.

Remus did not waste a second, immediately bounced back to his feet and ran up to the door, hoping to free himself.

However, and right as he’d been an inch from making it, Silas shut it in his face.

Grasping at the bars, he pulled and yank madly with all of his might, but to no avail.

"Don’t bother," Silas started, "It’s double coated with silver, soaked in yuniper. Not to mention the locks are spelled shut, only the right key can open them,"

For a moment, all of Remus’s efforts were replaced by a quiet and tragic frown that rattled the vampire’s core.

However, as soon as it’d appeared, it quickly vanished for a glower to replace it. The boy practically smooshed his cheeks through the bars and glared daggers up at Silas, "You are lying! She did not choose you! Your scent was all over her. You are using your powers to sway her from leaving," there was no shrieking, only measured growling. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"The irony is almost palpable when you chastise someone else for your own father’s ways," Silas’ diamonds withstood the boy’s gaze, glaring down at him without a shred of warmth, the bit of sympathy he’d mustered a few seconds prior, gone with the wind.

"Father simply meant to find his other half, to give me a mother and for the pack, two new shoulders to rely on," Remus’ grip around the metal bars tightened until his knuckles turned white.

"That is not how one secures a partner, let alone a mother for his children,"

Silas did not linger and by then had started to walk away.

"What would you know of securing a partner? You are cold and unloving! Never would she choose you!"

The vampire ignored every insult, no matter how much it stung and made his way back up through the ground floor, straight to the first from where Arabella’s as well as Ada’s voices resonated.

"The boy is safe! I assure you, nothing will happen to him under this roof," Ada’s tone leaned towards the desperate side.

"How can you guarantee me this, Ada? I saw it with my own eyes! He was ready to snap his neck like it was nothing!" Arabella’s on the other hand, burned with a fire never before heard in it.

"I understand, Miss!" Ada’s meek attempts came again, "But you said he ran at you, how can you tell he wasn’t planning on hurting you? Perhaps his father put him up to this. Wolf children may not be as strong as vampires, but they certainly stand as contenders to rival them,"

There came a muffled thud, as though whatever materials collided, at least one of them must have been on the softer side.

"I... I admit," Arabella’s tone had completely shifted from determined to a beaten down one, "At first, that idea did cross my mind, but... When I saw his face, his eyes... There was nothing malicious or hateful that lived in them. I think...," she trailed off momentarily, "He genuinely came all the way out here just to ask me why I didn’t return to the caverns," very hesitant the young woman was, as though untrusting of her own words.

"I believe you," Ada chirped, "But I don’t trust their people altogether, especially not after what they did to you,"

"That is a given," Arabella’s mutter reached Silas’ ear, "But I am not going to sit here and let that child be punished for what his father is responsible of doing,"

"Of course not," the maid sounded kinder and calmer, "No one will let that happen and-"

"I had to threaten him just to stop him from killing a child," there was no warmth in her tone, no rise or fall in pitch. It was flat, steady and low. The kind that would rumble the ground if it simply had more reach.

Ada went completely mute, seemingly out of excuses to give.

"It scared me," she said, "It scared me to no end," the young woman paused very shortly, "I understand I might be too soft, but... Even for a warrior with the roughest of edges, there should be a limit, a line to never cross when it comes to the violence that governs their actions,"

"I...," Ada’s voice sounded stifled, "I can’t but agree with that statement," she barely whispered.