A Shade Of Blood(85)

As we weaved our way past its network of corridors and halls, the sheer size of the estate and its lavishness overwhelmed me. I was already astounded by the things I saw at The Shade, but even the island seemed primitive compared to what the hunters had. During the short time I spent there, Zinnia made me realize just how much of a threat the hunters really were to the vampires.
“We’ve eliminated many vampire covens over the years. A lot of them are in hiding, lurking underground. The best defense vampires have against us is to not be found,” she explained. “That’s what the Novaks seem to do best. The last we heard of them was four centuries ago. Before that, everyone we sent to find them never came back. We sent some of our best hunters – some of whom Derek Novak worked with when he was still a hunter. None of them returned.”
Her words rang in my ears as I remembered our conversation. I found myself overwhelmed by my own desire to take The Shade down, so when Reuben stopped walking, I was surprised to see something other than determination in his eyes. Sorrow. Pain. Longing.
“You knew my daughter well, didn’t you, Hudson?”  
I nodded. “We were best friends for years.”
“What could’ve caused her to fall for a monster like Derek Novak?”
Seeing the heartbreak in his eyes, that moment was the first time I could remember really seeing Reuben as Aiden Claremont, someone who actually did care about Sofia. It hurt to know that I didn’t have the answer to his question. “I don’t know. Hopefully, someday, you’ll get to ask her.”
His eyes darkened. “Find out what Vivienne did to her. I want her back.”
I nodded. It took several more minutes before we finally arrived at the most secured and heavily guarded area in the mansion. Vivienne’s holding cell. We first entered what looked like an interrogation room. From our side, we could see Vivienne in an adjacent room through a tinted one-way window. She was chained to the wall, her back against it, her legs sprawled on the ground. Her gaze was distant. Bloody cuts – very similar to the ones Claudia inflicted upon me – were all over her arms, neck and face.
“She was being tortured…”
“As I said,” Reuben took a deep breath, “It’s not easy to break a vampire.” He pointed toward a door that would lead me to her. “Go ahead.”
I swallowed hard, not exactly sure what I was supposed to say or do to the vampire. I made my way to the room and shut the door behind me. On one corner of the room, a metal chair was set up. I pulled it toward her and sat in front of her. Only when I was already seated did she raise her eyes to me. Horror filled those blue-violet eyes the moment she recognized me.
“Ben?”
“Hello, Vivienne.” I was surprised to be met with such fear.
“What are you doing here? Where’s Sofia?” Worry creased the lines in her face.
I immediately noted how her mouth was bleeding. I looked closer as she spoke and realized that they’d pulled out her fangs. I wondered to myself why she wasn’t healing. Claudia always did heal instantly whenever she accidentally cut herself during times she was tormenting me.
“Ben… You have to tell me where Sofia is.”
The worry she had over my best friend was unnerving. “Sofia is of no concern to you.”
“She’s supposed to be with Derek.” Her voice was childlike and vulnerable, but what she said was the last thing I wanted to hear.
I lunged her way and gripped her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye. The light blues and purples of her eyes turned into a deep violet and I was taken aback when I saw fear in their depths. “What do you mean she’s supposed to be with Derek?”
I wanted to see a spark of Claudia in her. I wanted to find the madness that I saw in my captor’s face – when she would be a cold, heartless bitch one moment and a broken, whimpering child the next. Looking straight into Vivienne’s face, however, not a single trace of Claudia could be found. Instead, I found purpose and a deep, mysterious sorrow.
“I never thought I would see my brother fall in love. He was too broken, too jaded... but he loves her and she loves him… And I don’t think they even fully realize it yet…”
Her words were acid to my still fresh wounds. Before I could think straight, I slapped her right across the face with the back of my hand. I was surprised to find her crashing to the floor. All those times I hit Claudia in an attempt to fight back, she barely even budged. She just laughed at me.
I rose to my feet and stood over Vivienne as she began coughing blood. Guilt took a hold of me and I began mentally justifying my actions. I reminded myself that she was a vampire. She wasn’t some random innocent. I had every right – even a responsibility – to break her.