I have questions

After Vivienne had been stabilized and the doctor had finished stitching her neck, he opened her wrist to put in pins and try to put the bones back into place and applied a splint. They moved Vivienne up to her bed in her bedroom, keeping the IV in place to keep her hydrated and so they could keep giving her pain medicine. Piers never left her side and his menacing gaze penetrated the doctor as he worked. It was almost morning now, the sunlight pushing through the edges of the curtains in Vivienne's room. Even so, Piers didn't move an inch. He had pulled up an armchair from the corner of her room to sit next to her bed. The thought of leaving her side was impossible to him.

Everything that had happened tonight was impossible to him. He had waited years, centuries, for a night like tonight. Yet here it had happened in the most difficult and unfortunate of ways. He rested his chin in his fingers as he watched her sleep peacefully, her chest raising with each silent breath. A feeble, weak human, that could be broken so easily was the one carrying everything in the world to him. He had remembered the moment he first saw her. It was at her Uncle's funeral. He watched her as she exited the car, looking every bit of perfection. He hadn't been attracted to anyone much less a human in so long. It wasn't attraction only though. For him it was something more, something that in the moment he didn't know or understand. As soon as Piers had laid his eyes on her, it was an indescribable pull. As if everything he ever needed or held dear was her, that nothing else in the world could ever matter. His desire in that moment to pick her up and take her away with him was so great that it scared him in some way. He didn't have time for feelings like those.

One of Vivienne's fingers twitched. Piers eyes immediately caught sight of it and he stiffened in his chair, leaning forward. A small groan escaped Vivienne's mouth and her eyes fluttered open softly, weakly. Her eyes darted around, trying to figure out where she was or what had happened. Slowly her eyes found Piers and her brows drew together in confusion. "P... Piers?" She said in a voice barely audible. Her throat was raspy and dry, barely able to even force a sound through the pain of trying to speak. Piers nodded softly and leaned forward. "Good morning." He said, forcing on a smirk. "You had quite a night."

Vivienne continued to keep her eyes on his, searching for understanding. The events of last night came rushing back to her and tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. She attempted to sit up but hissed in pain quite quickly. Piers placed a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down. "Easy now." He said in a low, commanding voice. Piers stood and moved her pillows so she could be in a slightly sitting position. He sat on the edge of the bed and moved a stray strand of hair out of her face.

Had she not been completely confused, scared, weak, and whatever else she would've blushed at the contact and the sweet gesture. Now, though, she was just running over everything and trying her hardest to put pieces together. "I..." Her pained voice came out as she tried to figure out what it was exactly she wanted to ask. Last night had been a whirlwind. A million different things were running through her head and she couldn't fixate on one specifically. Small questions first, she figured. Maybe that would be easiest.

As if sensing she was awake, Oliver burst into the room. "Vivienne." He said softly as he approached her bedside. Piers visibly tensed up but Vivienne smiled weakly. He had called her by her fist name again. She figured his decorum would find him soon enough. "I'm okay, Oliver." Her raspy voice betrayed her words though and Oliver let out a string of curses under his breath. Piers moved to sit back in the armchair next to her bed. Vivienne watched in interest. She had never seen Oliver give out any type of emotion whatsoever... especially not anger.

In her mind she could still see the piercing eyes of the vampire from last night... and then she could see his head smashing into the ground by Piers' hands. A shudder rippled through her spine and she squeezed her eyes tightly. She needed answers. "Why..." Was all she could squeak out. "Because HE..." Oliver had begun to speak, obvious hatred in his voice, when Piers gave a small, low growl. Vivienne's eyes darted between the two. What was going on here? "Do you two.." She asked, looking between the two weakly. Piers smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "All vampires seem to know each other." Was all he offered and Vivienne felt her heart stop. Her eyes widened and darted to Oliver then back to Piers. Her mouth hung open in shock, ready to say something else when Oliver's face lit up with anger.

"Piers!" He said in an angry hiss. He shook his head and turned away for a moment. Piers only glanced at Oliver before back to Vivienne. "You didn't know?" He asked, genuinely surprised. "Well I suppose today is just a day of revelations then, isn't it?" Piers shook his head in annoyance and crossed one leg over the other as he leaned back in the chair. "Oliver." Vivienne commanded, forcing Oliver to swivel around on his heel and stare at her. He pushed his glasses up roughly over the bridge of his nose as he walked forward a few steps. "Vivienne, I'm sorry, I.. I couldn't tell you. I had to protect you." Piers scoffed at this causing Oliver to dart an annoyed glance his way.

Vivienne felt sick. Her entire world was being turned upside down. Now Oliver was a vampire? None of this was making any sense. For now she cast a sideward glance to Oliver as she pulled her attention to Piers once more. "What did he want..." Vivienne asked weakly, referring to the vampire from last night. Oliver knew her quick dismissal of his revelation was not only her way of pushing it aside for the moment so she could reconcile with it but also her letting him know she wasn't pleased.

"That vampire was looking for a set of vials that I own..." Was all that Piers offered before more questions popped into Vivienne's head. "Wait... didn't he call you.." Oliver scoffed in annoyance as he crossed his arms over his chest. "The king." Vivienne darted her eyes to Oliver. "What?" Piers heaved a heavy sigh. "He's the king, Vivienne."