Javier
I had stolen a suit plus a wedding dress to wed my bride. It was nothing like back in the 1800s, where no eyes would suspect. Compelling some attendants, outrunning the guards and sidestepping sunlight was no easy job.
I’m so going to figure out the fucker that took my ring.
“Good thing I am unidentified though.” I smirked, at the thought that no one knew I existed. My vision came back to what was happening in front of me.
I could hear their pitching voices, as I approached the throne room, in distance. The bloody council of the Vampire Elders. They could argue from hell to back in a day, it was seemingly alarming that they haven’t changed.
“My Crown Prince--“
“Shh,” I immediately directed to the maid that intended to draw attention to my presence. In my hands, was Maya’s tiny frame. She passed out the moment she got bitten. Did it to keep her safe. Humans were out of bounds in my Kingdom.
“I-is she okay?” The maid stuttered. I snapped my fingers to some bodyguard who rushed his vampiric motion speedily, with a devoted look.
“Make the physician attend to her.”
They bowed at my words. Maya was in their arms on the spot. I watched their retreating figures as they hurried to revive her. I knew she would be safe. I recognized her as one of the special ones, the instant I set my eyes on her.
“The werewolves can’t co-habit with us. It’s a taboo in the name of the Death Goddess. She won’t support it, my King!”
I scoffed, at totals of yelling stemming from the throne room. Last time I set foot here, there had been a rebel against the throne. My ruthless father, Vladmir executed the traitors on spot. It was a lot of chaos.
“They’re suggesting a truce. We’ve fought a lot, over the years. The wolves are not blessed with longevity like us, people!!” I could recognize that old hag’s voice from anywhere. The way his nanus build, sat on the throne pictured in my head. “This is our advantage to use whatever history we have, against them if they grow dissident--”
“Objection, my King!”
“Objection, my King!!”
Those echoes followed, with several others. I sized up the Royal palace, which now seemed advanced. Maya talked about 21st century, which meant I slept for 200 years.
One man’s foolishness caused that...
“I reject all objections!” Father yelled at the entirety of Elders. “We are aligning with the wolves and that’s final!!!”
What seemed like a rampage, grew into total silence. I pushed the door gently, with intent to reveal the fact that I was awake, not rotting away in a tomb. Right in the center on the throne room, was that shit face, King Vladmir. The Elders had changed their positioning compared to the past, yet, it was rather similar.
“Greetings, father.”
Overwhelming gazes of surprise was written on everyone’s face. My advanced hearing could catch the pacing of the Elders’ heartbeats, with the servants’. King Vladmir’s heart wasn’t pacing. It was astonishingly intact.
“Javier?” he smug his lips, saying.
I narrowed my eyes at his appearance. King Vladmir’s hair was no longer bald like in the past. Something told me in had to do with the 21st century’s conducts.
“Javier!!! My son is back!!!”
He absconded from the throne, running to hug me who stood stiff in his hands. I knew the kind of man he was. He was one of those people that signed my death when I got of control. For fuck sake, why was he pretending?
“Isn’t he dead?” The whispers begun. “Thought he was destroyed?”
“Wasn’t he sealed with a witch’s curse?” Another Elder asked another. “Who woke the Prince of Darkness up?”
Those hateful murmurs weren’t even hidden. This wasn’t the first time these fuckers spilled their guts like that. Zoraida, the witch, came forward from father’s side. As my step mom and the Kingdom’s consultant, our Kingdom became fucked every day.
“My Lord!” Zoraida exclaimed, running towards me with her long red hair cascading with an air of unauthenticity reverberating through. This woman was a born actress because tears contained her eyes.
“Announce to the Kingdom, we would have a banquet to celebrate his arrival,” Vladmir stated, with pride in his face. I stared at Katherine and Rufus, as they approached me too. Could imagine the lies their mum, Zoraida, had fed them with. She would have given them reasons to hate and loathe me.
“Welcome, big brother.” Katherine outstretched her hand, in a handshake.
“Welcome, Prince Javier.” Rufus muttered, doing the same.
“Welcome back, our Prince!!!”
The entire room of servants and Vampire Elders chorused.
“I’d say a magnificent thanks, to you all, even though the grey hairs don’t settle with it.” I point blankly replied. The whole room resounded in murmurs and gasps.
“The Prince must be irrational from his stay in the tomb. I’ll escort him to his room now!” Zoraida stated, with her hands reaching for me.
I scowled from her touch, knowing she hated me too.
“I’m a grown man. I can walk myself, Zoraida.”
“Of course.” She smiled at my words.
“This meeting ends here.”
Vladmir announced. As I walked away, I took a brief look back at his disturbed expression.
“As you wish. We would announce the Prince’s arrival to the Kingdom, Your Majesty!” The Elders breathed out.
***
Maya
On waking up, there was someone sitting on my bed. She had a red hair, it was plaited. Her side view looked terribly familiar, couldn’t help but spring up to look carefully at her.
“Do I know you?!”
Those words flew out of my mouth before I could even think. My eyes widened at the extent of my directness. Where the hell was I, by the way? It seemed like a room, colorful posters on the wall and a spacious houseful of welcoming decorations.
“I’m your doll. You saved me, Maya. Thanks.”
“Delilah?!” I shrieked the minute she conversed in my thoughts like she always did. “Y-you’re real?”
Wow, she was grown now. She had a human body and was quite voluptuous as of this moment. Her breasts looked jingly, real, so did her skin. She smiled at me, as I moved to poke her.
“You’re turned.”
I blinked my eyes countlessly at her statement. What did she mean by that?
“I trust Javier couldn’t wait to stake a claim on you.”
Okay… I was really getting confused. Why was she mentioning weird names?
“Who is Xavier and where are we?” I drew closer, asking. Delilah took my hands in hers. Her crimson eyes with dark pupils, stared at me confusingly.
“You can’t remember last night?”
At her words, flashes of the previous night imprinted in my head.
The Escape.
The visit to cemetery.
The wish I made to see my parents.
The unstaking of a vampire’s heart. My marriage to him, dammit.
My eyes circled in surprise. “Was it all real?!”
Delilah nodded, standing up from the bed. As she did, my stomach grumbled in hunger. I groaned at the embarrassing sound it made.
“You need to eat now.” she stated in my head. Delilah walked to some drawer, bringing out piles of blood bags and putting them on a tray.
“These are various blood groups, Maya. O+, O-… You can only drink from your blood type.”
Surprisingly, Delilah tore one of the bags, drinking from it. “Seep slowly so your body processes each nutrient of the liquid.” she added.
I moved back, hastily thinking of where she got those blood from and why she was drinking it? It made me realize she was a vampire too. Why would I even want that like her?
“I’m not a vampire, Delilah. I’d prefer food and nothing else.” I freaked out, saying. Suddenly, I experienced a burning feeling at the base of my throat. The smell of the blood bag, an alluring metallic one, became pleasant, turning to a scent. I so had to run. I couldn’t turn to these creatures; ever.
I took a glance of my body. I was clothed in peach shorts and a white pyjamas shirt.
“Wait, Maya! Where are you going?”
I ignored Delilah’s voice in my head, swinging the door open. My bare feet trotted out of the door to run away from the nightmare of drinking blood. Also had intentions of finding the sonofabitch that tricked me to spending a night here. Good thing he didn’t lay a finger on me.
I looked back as I ran. Surprisingly, I was so swift than how I have ever been. What’s happening? What’s this?
My head bumped into a hard surface, making my movement halt instantly. Instead of pain, electricity swooshed in. The bite on my neck throbbed, almost in desire. Like it wanted something.
Javier.
I called out in my mind, it seemed like he could hear me like yesterday.
“Missed me, sugar plum?” he smirked.
“This wasn’t the deal.” I spat. “I marry you and you revive my parents. I go back!”
“Leave? Hell no, princess. You’re not leaving this palace anytime soon.” Javier responded, with his nose flaring.
“W-what?” I stuttered.
He was so different from the man I met last night.
I drew nearer about to slap him, when he held my hands. Javier pushed me to the wall, pinning my wrists above my head. “You’re not leaving me.”
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Maya I struggled to get out of his hands. In his dark eyes, with red pupils was a look of amusement and dominancy. He made it look like he was enjoying this. “Stop the struggle, little one…and I’ll let you stand still.” I clenched my teeth, hissing with a spit on his face. “Never!” I exclaimed. Javier’s fangs elongated at my words. The planes on his face contained a harsh look. Goose pimples formed on my skin that instant. It made me realize I was scared. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that… “Oh, little lamb. You shouldn’t have done that…” he trailed. I tightened my eyes, trembling on my spot, as he pinned my hands more firmly above my hand. I could feel his cock press against my thighs. Innumerable reverberations sleuthed through me, with my core pacing. “I can smell your arousal for me. So spiteful yet daunting.” From the breaths he fanned on my neck, I could tell he was closer. Something wet connected with the bite on my neck, making me cry out. “You tricked me,” I slurred. “
Javier Didn’t expect my new bride to accept her position as the wife of the Dark Prince. After knowing her reasons for unstaking me, her reluctance was predictable. These qualities were what she exhibited— hesitancy and rebellious streaks. “The King summons for you, my Prince.” At the sound of the servant’s voice, I snapped out of my daze. Still felt apprehensive for not bringing my bride to my room. “Ah, Vladmir…what does he want from me?” I bared my fangs; my eyes contained a hateful glare. The servant trembled on his spot. “The King intends to converse with you, Prince Javier. He intends to plan the banquet with his lost son. He also asked about your bride.” I let out a devious cackle, at his last words. My fist balled, in disappointment and withheld fury with anger. “My bride, huh?” “Run.Off.” I seethed. The servant immediately did as I rushed away, closing the door behind him. I stood up from my seat, looking around my room, in a raw and throbbing glare at what I had to f
Javier Ambroz made sure to get me lots of the clothes, with the damned excuse that I was out of fashion. He made me wear one of the clothes, a long Korean style jacket with some scarf. There was also something scholars used back then. He called it sun glasses, shuffling my hair, when I held his hand, “That’s the last inch of my pride.” I stated, with a serious look. “Oh, common…” Ambroz groaned out, letting it go. We were right on our way out to grab a drink, when certain girls squealed at the both of us. “Oh my, how can two men be so good looking?!” They exclaimed, giggling and blushing on their spots. I winked at them, waving as we got down from the moving stairs Ambroz said was an escalator. On getting to the tavern, my best friend scolded me on its new name which was called a “bar.” His phone rang the minute we ordered a drink, and while I tasted this new alcohol, he went across to take the call. “What?!” I heard him yell from distance. I narrowed my eyes, as to what exactl
Maya Feathery touches connected with my hand. That made my eyes fly open, looking below. I was met with an odd hand, which made me spring forth and back in awe at the female in front of me. “The girl who survived a storm that killed all. The girl who couldn’t speak, yet fought her way through.” she chanted. “Ran away from a place she lived most of her life, chose to wake a prince to help her. The girl with a dark destiny filled with bloodshed--" “Who are you?” I asked. My thoughts wandered off as to how she knew all these about me. “You’re pitiful.” she snorted. “Your future with the dark prince, is indeed dark.” My eyes became bloodshot as she added those words. It looked like a dream, yet I was currently in the familiar room. Where was Delilah and Javier? “Who are you?!” I was already freaking out. She had a straight, long blond hair. Her lips, in a crimson lipstick, her eyes were blue with some gothic lining under. “My bad, my name’s Katherine.” she muttered. Around her ne
Javier I left my companera to rest the minute she fell asleep from the excessive weeping. I was fucking self-centered for not allowing her choose. Either way, she would have been a vampire in the end. There were these thoughts in my head, as I reached Ambroz’s doorstep. His apartment was a few steps away from the palace, so were other vampire citizens. I hit the door with an object, till I heard voices, “Who’s that?” It was a womanly voice, which I guessed to be his wife. The door sprang open, only for me to be welcomed with the face of my ex’s sister, Claudia. “Javier!” she exclaimed, dropping the basket in her hands, and leaning in to hug me. “You should have used the doorbell!” I stood stiff, not used to being hugged by anyone. Scratching the back of my head, I was about to say something when two little innocent creatures ran towards me. “Unca Jay, Unca Jay!!” It was two little girls. Their tiny hands connected with my knees and they hugged me, pouting before gazing up. I na
Maya I stared, gulped, my heart skipped in a different pace. A cold chill traveled through my vein and I could feel butterflies swooning through my belly. “I just want my parents, Javier. I do not want to be confused by certain emotions.” I gritted those words, wriggling out of his arms. On entering, I shut the closet’s door at him, hoping he gave up. The room was dark, yet my sight made me able to figure out what to wear. “Your transformation process is the next after bloodlust you felt. Even if I let you go, you would be a danger to humans, wherever your destination might be.” Javier murmured from outside. “Humans.Don’t.Take.Vampires.In.” After he added those words, I heard the room door slamming shut. My hands stopped moving, and I exhaled at his words. What transformation process? What was it like for newborn vampires? … I woke up the next morning, sweating profusely. The night before had been so restless. I couldn’t sleep well. Every part of my body ached for something…
Maya “Am I lost?” I repeated, staring at him cautiously. This familiar man was clothed in an expensive coat. His shoes could stand out anywhere, so as the ring which was wrapped around his fingers. His hair was dark, with little strikes of blue and he appeared elder. I could smell that he was a vampire, yet, I couldn’t dismiss the fact that his presence radiated authority. Delilah said no one in the palace was my friend. The elderly man stepped nearer; I took a step back immediately in fright. “Fret not, dear. I’m King Vladmir, Javier’s father.” He said, taking another step towards me. This time I didn’t move an inch. I was on spot, appalled by this revelation. King Vladmir took my hands, raising it to his chin. “Such translucent skin and a pretty face. My son caught himself a gorgeous bride, I must say.” he murmured, kissing the top of my palms. “Thanks, I’m delighted you think so. Have we by any chance met?” I asked, with a broad smile on how he knew I was his son’s wife. Th
Maya Javier settled me on the bed, as we continued the make out session. My thighs were assembled around him, clinging to him as if my life depended on it. I could feel a certain heat and fire in me. Wasn’t even sure I could control myself, which was a bit unusual. “You’re in heat.” he murmured. I sighed the minute his hands disconnected with my body. Javier rolled away, standing up from the bed. “W-What is heat?” I chewed on my lips, asking him. His eyes scanned me interestingly before he paced to and fro, as if he didn’t know where to begin from. “What is heat?” I asked again, wondering why he was acting strange. “For every vampire, heat turns up when you’re newly bitten. It happens to every female and male and only your companera can quench it. That’s what you’re experiencing now…” “What is companera?” My words were clear, yet, desperate. Javier leaned on the bed post, purposely avoiding any limited space with me. I liked his distance but my skin hated it, my body wanted hi