A Reluctant Slave - 16

Lucy watched the door close, her body shuddering as her mind whirled with thoughts of what had just happened. Her body ached in memory of the pleasure Frost had given her; it craved more. Her fingers dug into the sheets, her naked form trembling as tears began to rise to her eyes.
What...what just happened?
A single tear trickled down her cheek and for the first time in a long time, she allowed her emotions to spill free. She was so confused. Before Frost and Rain had come she had suffered as expected when being the slave of a vampire, though she had always held hope that she would one day break free and get back to Solace.
But she knew that was never going to happen.
That one shred of hope with Lord Deacon had stopped herself from throwing herself off the balcony when she had been with him. It had made her continue her existence and carry on with the thought she could one day go back to Solace...though she knew it would be run by vampires now.
She'd never really thought things through rationally; she'd been too frightened as she knew the answer but she didn't want to accept it.
She was never going to escape.
She'd known that when Frost and Rain had walked into her life, she'd accepted that after they'd killed Lord Deacon...she'd begged for them to grant her an end to this torment. But it never came and now she knew, with every second that passed, that the release from this Hell was getting further and further away. They would never grant her her wish and she would continue to be used and confused as Frost toyed with her.
He wasn't like other vampires, she didn't understand him especially after the pleasure he'd given her last night. She'd barely been with him for two days...she couldn't stand the idea of getting further lost in this Hell. They wouldn't end it for her, but she knew that she could end it herself.
"I have to," she whispered, shuddering as further tears rolled down her cheeks.
Even though her body was trembling she managed to push off the bed with ease. She stood in the room, her eyes flashing to the balcony but something stopped her; she was only two storeys up, the fall wouldn't kill her. She had to be certain.
"A knife..." she whispered, her eyes flashing around the room desperately but knowing she wouldn't find a thing. Lord Deacon had make sure that there were no objects she could have used as weapons whilst left alone in the room, Frost's short stay wasn't going to change that. Her mind focused on the kitchens then, knowing there was plenty of equipment she could use to end her life.
She grabbed a robe from the back of the door, wrapping it around her body in a hasty fashion before opening the door. She moved out into the corridor, knowing that there would be no one to guard the corridors to stop her from running; the whole town was filled with wolves so Frost wasn't worried about her escaping.
But she wasn't planning on leaving.
The kitchens weren't too difficult to find and in her hurry her feet found the shortest path there. There weren't any slaves wondering the corridors and if she'd been expected to see wolves she was surprised that she didn't bang into any...or lucky. She didn't think on it however, her mind solely focused on an object that could release her from this mortal coil and allow her freedom for the first time in years.
Her trembled hands pushed through the throws that covered the entrance to the kitchen and she slipped inside. It was dark within; there were no lights on and the constant darkness from outside offered little illumination. But two years in the Lord's Manor had taught her where things belonged and she moved amongst the kitchen with ease, shadows amongst the darkness being the only indication to the counters before her.
Something glinted in the night and she saw what was the knife rack. Her heartbeat increased as she moved towards the deadly objects. Her ears listened out for any indication that she would be interrupted but she didn't hesitate. She had to have her freedom, she had to break free from this tortured existence. There was no escape for her other than what these blades could offer her; she had nothing left, no one left to live for.
It was the only decision.
Her hand wrapped around the hilt of the blade and she pulled it out of the rack, feeling the heavy object in her hand and the blade under her control. Her heartbeat increased again. She closed her eyes, feeling her fingers around the hilt before a single tear rolled down her cheek.
And then, she took her freedom.

Rain sauntered down the corridor, running a hand through his dark, brown hair as he rolled his amber eyes. His wolves were restless and baying for more blood; they missed their mates. The only distraction they had was by ripping their hatred out on the vampires that had caused them so much pain. Luckily him and Frost knew how to deal with them when they were like this.
The wolf stopped as a metallic edge in the air caught his nose and he sniffed it before his eyes began to glow in reaction.
"Blood," his voice growled, his eyes snapping up before anger built inside of him as he realised it was coming from the slave's quarters. Furious, thinking that the display earlier would have stopped his wolves from attacking humans, he pushed forwards, ready to rip his wolves apart...
But what he saw made his freeze up, his eyes widening in shock.
"Lucy."