The Baroness Misbehaves
Chapter 105: A Little Entreaty (2)

Chapter 105: A Little Entreaty (2)

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Looking out the window, Madeline’s dark orbs peered out into the quiet street at the dead of night, silently watching the trees and houses that the carriage rode past. The air was thick with the sound of clanging hooves and the jingling of carriage wheels as they continued to ride down the silent path.

"Papa, are we not going back home?" Sitting back on the carriage, she looked at her parents who were sitting opposite the seat in front of her, and her innocent mind couldn’t help but ask as she noticed the direction the carriage took wasn’t leading them to their home.

"No my dear, we are not going back home, for now." Her father, with a warm smile on his lips, assured his little daughter who kept stealing glances at the houses the carriage rode past.

"But then where are we going?" She asked again, and noticed her parents exchanging strange glances before her mother, who had the same color of eyes and hair as hers, stretched her hand forward for Madeline to hold.

"Your father and I are going to drop you somewhere safe for a few days, someplace where no one can ever harm you or even think of looking for you. Okay?"

Confused, Madeline’s thin brows creased in befuddlement. "But there’s no one trying to harm us - but why am I going? Are you planning on leaving me there?"

"Just for the meantime." Her father, Albert Edmund reassured his daughter in the same soothing tone. "Your mother and I have something important to deal with, and staying at home is not safe, we will come get you once we’re done, hmmn?"

Before she could ask any further questions regarding where she was going, her father averted his gaze to something else entirely, leaving his daughter to pause in her question and indicating that the conversation was over.

Looking out at the window once again, Madeline continued to stare out through the land. She curiously wondered where her parents plan on taking her to when a shadowy figure - draped in a cloak instantly caught her attention. It was standing in the shadows beside a building, unmoving as it watched her go, its head turning to her direction.

"Huh?" When Madeline blinked, the shadowy figure was gone. "But there was someone....."

All of a sudden, the carriage swerved wildly to the light, as though it had lost control, alerting the family who were inside the carriage as their face turned white with alarm.

"Madeline!" She heard her mother say her name before pulling her into her sheltering embrace, her father’s protective arms were around the two of them, and Madeline could feel her heart race in her chest as she had no idea what was happening.

For a moment, time seemed to slow down as the carriage collided with another vehicle in a deafening crash. Wooden splinters flew everywhere, screams of terror filled the carriage and that’s when Madeline’s eyes snapped open in panic.

With a shaky gasp leaving her lips, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, her breathing coming off short as she tried to catch her breath. Her body shook as the mental bloody image reflected before her own eyes, and she felt something painful tug at her heart.

"Why won’t you just leave me alone? Stupid dreams!! I don’t want to be reminded of this!!" She dug her fingers into both sides of her head, burying them in her hair as she tried to calm down. She was sweating and could feel her nightdress sticking to her skin as the images kept surfacing before her.

Her body trembled and shuddered as she hugged herself, seriously trying to muffle the cries that planned on escaping her lips as she covered her mouth with her palm.

Looking at the pills that rested untouched on the table with teary eyes, she had tried to fight over this trauma and thought she wouldn’t need her medications for a night - but just once she decided not to use her medication and she’s already attacked in her dreams??

Is there really no way to make her forget without the help of medications??

Dejectedly, her trembling fingers reached for the medication as she took two pills into her palm. She poured herself a glass of water and immediately took the pills, swallowing it down her throat and aiding it with the glass of water.

Sniffing back her tears and closing her eyes to recover, she took in a deep breath before opening her eyes once more. Madeline kept the cup back on the table and wanted to go back to sleep when she felt the strange absence of someone beside her.

Looking at the empty space by her bedside, Madeline’s brows knitted quizzically when a certain someone wasn’t lying there.

"Where.....where did he go?" Switching on the lamps, Madeline took notice of his nightwear that was placed on the stand, and she could recall him wearing it before he slept.

"Cassian?" Getting worried, she got out of bed and went to knock on the bathroom door. "Cassian, are you....in there?" She asked, hoping to get an answer from him, but she was met with silence, thus, leading her to slide the door open and it was empty, to her dismay.

She checked the gallery and then remembered she hardly ever sees him here.

"He’s not here as well? Where did he go?" Finding it strange that Cassian was nowhere near the room, she took one of the lanterns hanging outside the door of her room and went to check his study.

The door to his study downstairs was locked, which means he didn’t come here.

"Where else could he have gone to?"

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Thirty minutes had gone by with the two vampires clashing swords non-stop in a fierce battle. Cassian wasn’t an expert with swords, so he had a hard time struggling with Elijah who kept gaining the upper hand since his movements were skilled and tactful.

"Give up! You won’t win!" Came Elijah’s words of ’encouragement’ as he knocked the blade of Cassian’s hand. Cassian was already out of breath from having to evade all those dangerous advances, and he knew deep down Elijah had the intention of killing and shredding him into pieces.

The vampire was only getting some fun out of him.

Sending the young lad to his knees as he tried to catch his breath, a sarcastic smile displayed on Elijah’s lips, and the only thing that was hidden by the hoodie of his cloak was his forehead down to his eyes.

"Pathetic humans!" Elijah scoffed disdainfully, pointing his blade at Cassian. "And I had high hopes for you, I thought you were better than this. I found you interesting enough to dig up your history, and you disappoint me like this?"

"What do you expect from me? I’ve never used a sword!" Retorted Cassian as he tried to rise up, but Elijah’s blade was pointed at him in a threatening manner, making him stay put.

"In the end you lose." Elijah asserted bluntly before the air around him went cold. "You knew the deal, the first to make the other bleed takes the first shot, you have no sword, you’re unarmed." He smirked before placing the tip of his cold blade against Cassian’s chin. "Tell me, how will you save yourself from what I intend to do to you?"