Wearing a wide grin, Callan had strutted out of the room, leaving her at the mercy of a now fuming vampire lord. He stalked forward, eyeing her with disdain and displeasure.
“Have you now retorted to throwing yourself an any man that crosses your path?”She frowned in annoyance, “What?! Do I fucking look like a slut to you?”He grinned wickedly, liking the fact that he got to her like he'd hoped to. Deriving pleasure from her annoyance, the expression on her face and her gritted teeth evidence of her patience hanging on by a thread.“You seem comfortable talking to another man.”“Not my fault you don't know how to hold a sensible conversation.”He held her gaze, his eyes holding an unfathomable expression he closed the distance between them in a swift, lifting her off the ground to the desk settling at the end of the room she gasped, hitting at his chest.“Let me go!”He laughed, crimson bleeding into his irises and his fangs glinting with delight. Wrapping her legs around himself he cupped her ass that peeked from under the shorts she had on, licking at her ear, purring.“Did you like my present?”Nyx scowled, pushing hard at his chest, hating the way her breath hitched in her throat from his touch, hating the little gasps that left her lips from the tingles she felt when his hands continued to graze her skin.“The flimsy clothes or the fact that you just turned me a feeder?”“Both. I thought you'd appreciate my gifts.”Managing to hone some control, she tried to push whatever he made her feel to the back of her mind, focusing only on how she would have loved to sever his neck from his body for making her go through torment.“Give me the antidote,”Draven cocked a brow, almost laughing at her pinced expression. Slowly bringing his face closer to hers, their lips merely inches apart he spoke,“Beg for it,”“You promised! You said you would give it to me!”“I didn't say when, did I? Maybe if you try to be a good little girl, I might as well be generous and offer you the cure you so desperately seek.”Something about the way he said 'the cure' somehow made her feel all hot and bothered, he also hadn't missed her heartbeat rise at his remarks. Of course he wasn't making reference to any antidote, the only antidote and cure to his dilemma would be burying himself deep inside of her till he'd satiated her wants and needs.It was a cure they both couldn't deny. Every force of nature intensifying their touch, the urgent need to be close, the air heady with sexual sizzle, the sparks electrifying.She fought down an hasty response, deciding it best to adhere to Zurie's warnings, “Please,” she swallowed hard, “Don't send me to the barn,”“Too bad. I don't take back my words.”Nyx snapped angrily, pushing at him and dropping of the table. This man right in front of her had lost all sense of reasoning, talking to him was no different to talking to a wall.“I didn't ask to be here, you should have just killed me from the start if that had been your intent!”she yelled, feeling the sting of tears.“I told you, love. Death is a punishment far too easy.”“I'd rather die than become a blood bag to some bunch of sadistic vampires.”Draven could hear the determination in her voice. She paused, trembling where she stood before storming out of the room, leaving him behind in a turmoil of emotion.He let out a sigh, his eyes settling to their usual color and his fangs retracting. He'd made a terrible decision in the throes of passion and he knew it, but he wasn't one to go back on his words.He'd thought he'd be fine with others touching her but seeing her with Callan earlier made his blood boil with murderous intent. She belonged to him only, to torture and to torment, she was his to do with as he saw fit. Letting other men have a glimpse or taste of his she' had never been part of the plan.As if the day could get anymore worse, his brother had to make an appearance in the midst of it all.The door to the large hall pulled open and Zurie strutted in, her gaze lingering on his a little longer before she curtsied.“My lord, the court seeks your presence.”Replying with a brusque nod, he hesitated at first, before following suit. They proceeded in silence while she kept her distance, he could tell she had something to say to him but was hesitant.He pushed the massive doors that stood over the court room open, exhaling when he walked in, wondering why the court had gathered for such an impromptu meeting.“Who called for this court gathering?” he inquired when he settled himself into the large chair that was at the head of the table while Zurie tucked herself silently behind him.The door swung open an Callan leisurely walked in, twirling an apple in his grasp with a smirk Draven found equally infuriating and annoying at the same time.Rage flashed through his eyes momentarily, his body bristling, he growled when his feral side surged forward.“Why would you, an outsider call a meeting in my house?”“This is as much my father's house as it is yours, Draven.” he mused, unfazed by his brother's show of anger.One of the high ranking lord in the court rose to his feet in an attempt to intervene and stop the brothers from turning their staring contest into a full blown fight.“Lord Draven, Lord Callan, please sit and let's review this like civilized people. I'm sure you brought whatever matter it is to court because you sought our opinion, am I wrong?”They both hummed while Callan bit into his fruit with reckless abandon before finding an empty seat beside a voluptuous strawberry blonde woman who eyed him seductively.“Alright. We're seated, we're calm, Callan, state your intent.”He smirked, “My intent is simple. I want the throne.”Draven threw his head back in laughter, repulse dancing wild in his gaze. When he'd managed to gather himself together, he fiddled with the ring on his knuckle.“And you plan to do this, how? You forget this isn't a competition. I am king already. So indulge me, brother. In your schemes to take the throne like you say.”Callan's calm demeanor remained even through Draven's theatrics, he knew the pros and cons to being king. He was no fool and no stranger to the power tussle.“I told you my plans is simple. Don't fool yourself brother, you're no king yet. We all know law and tradition requires a king to have a she' and you don't.”Draven tensed, baring his fangs in a snarl, watching his brother's eyes shift colours, “I have a she' and you know it.”“That useless human? No court is going to accept a human queen. You want to be king, show me your queen. A full blooded one. Of royal descent.”He stared at the court who in turn looked at him with expectant eyes, passing each other several glance of mockery. They didn't think he was fit to be king, his wish to rule now depended entirely on who his she' was. Draven felt a sharp sting ripple through him at Callan's wordsHe'd somehow gotten attached to the human in such a short period of time, he'd wanted her. The need to claim and own her greater than his will to ruin her.“What will the court decide?” he asked exhaustedly, surrendering to fate.After a few whispering here and there, not that Draven couldn't hear from where he sat, he scoffed when the elder lord rose to his feet, sighing before coming to a conclusion, “This is our unanimous decision; if either of you wishes to be king, provide a valid candidate to be queen per tradition demands. Before the next full moon.”A satisfied growl eluded Callan's lips he smiled wickedly, “Don't hate me little brother, I'm only taking back what's rightfully mine.”“What makes you think you'd find a bloodline queen in such a short span of time? There aren't many left and you know it.” He spoke in a frigid manner.“Worry about yourself. I have no she yet, finding a queen would be just as easy as taking the throne. But, can you really stay without your she? Knowing fully well she's alive and breathing, right under your roof. Pity, she really is such a beauty.”Draven paced his room, his body shuddering and recoiling when his annoyance boiled and fizzled inside of him. He saw red, his vision hazy with wild unbridled anger.When the pet he was supposed to feed on walked in with a collar on her neck he blurred towards her, strapping her in a swift to his bed. His body curled around her like a predator would to it's prey, his fangs finding purchase in the skin at her neck she moaned from his bite, eyes rolling to the back of her head.It was the pleasure before the agony. Hot blinding pain shot through her a loud cry parted her lips her body trembled, instantly going into shock. Her body convulsed under his hold when he continued to drag her blood into his mouth his hands firmly holding her in place.“My lord! You'll kill her!”Zurie cried out from where she stood, watching the whole painful ordeal.Draven's gaze shot towards her direction he hissed continuing on with his onslaught on the poor girl he'd nearly drained to the point of death.The
In the next minute they stood right in front of a door at the other end of the hallway. Zurie gave a few knocks before the large mahogany doors creaked open.Callan's body shrouded the doorway as he leant forward, his eyes twinkling with amusement when she hurriedly curtsied.“Lord Callan,”His plump lips curled back in a smile, “You know I can hear you from across the hallway. You could have just come inside instead.”“That would be highly disrespectful of me to enter a lord's chambers without a proper knock.”His head whipped to the side, like he'd just noticed her since they arrived. He scrutinized her appearance, his eyes dwelling a little longer on hers before he stepped back inside to allow them room.The room was an exact replica of the self proclaimed vampire king, save for the slight difference which was the purple drapes, a contrast to his velvety ones.When they'd settled in, Zurie held unto the leash she'd attached to her collar, holding her hand out as she spoke.“I would
Nyx continued to stare at Callan even as he rested leisurely on the sofa in the room. The mere act enough to irritate her as they both engaged ina staring contest. His head fell back, his hair dancing wildly around him.“What's your story, love?” he inquired.“Mm?”He gave her one of his cheeky smiles, “Your story. Indulge me on the little details.”She shrugged, adjusting herself at the edge of the bed where she sat. She wondered what he was playing at this time.“I don't have a story. But, even if I did have one, I'm not sharing with you.”He chuckled. His deep timbre voice resounding through the room melodiously. Crimson bled into his irises with a mix of amusement dancing in them. “Come on, now, little bird. Everyone has a story.” he sighed this time, “I know you're not comfortable being around me because I'm a vampire and quite frankly, my brother is a bad portrayal of my kind. Typical vampire tyrant, I tell you. I do understand your plight but I'm a little hurt you see us in th
“If Draven has such powerful support, don't you think it's a bad idea to want the throne? Especially if your father handed it over himself.”He stared up, lost in thoughts for a brief moment. He rubbed at his temple, smoothing the edge of his collared shirt."You're right, little bird. It is an absolute bad idea. My father did try to keep me hidden. More out of shame and embarrassment than our of love."“You said he loved your mother.” she quipped hesitantly.“He did. Once. Her remains in an urn decking his room was enough proof he once loved her.”Nyx gasped, clasping her hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds that nearly came out as a shriek from surprise. He let them kill her? All to please a goody-two-shoes vampire royalty?!“I'm so sorry...Did he–”“–No. Under the queen's command, Draven burned her on a funerary pyre after years of torture. She'd first had to die repeatedly by drowning when she had her wrapped in silver cage and thrown down the lake.” he cackled, his eyes shifti
Nyx sat pondering hard on what the sinfully beautiful vampire had just said. This wasn't the way she had envisioned their conversations to go, but she also couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him. Heck, she would have happily obliged his every whims of she was his ‘She’ and not Draven's. Even the mere thought of the name made her skin crawl with disgust. She hated the vampire so much and would do anything to make him suffer even if it meant siding with his brother to bring him eternal torture. He had thrown her to the wolves! Made her a pet to be used and discarded the moment he made her an additional collection in his barn. But as much as she wanted to see to his torment, she also couldn't help but think this was a very bad idea.He was the king, and although his brother coveted the crown, he was still in charge here. She couldn't tell how powerful Callan was in the blood sucking hierarchy, but from the little intro he had just given her, he was obviously far back behind
Her purple hair flew to her face when the night wind swept over her skin, she rapped her ringed knuckles before starting the futuristic hi–tech bike she'd owned. Even during the carnage, she'd been able to rescue something that stood as a reminder of what the future once had. Surely that was an abomination to the vampires but she'd properly gotten rid of any one of them who'd spotted her with it. Killing a vampire was not an easy task, but luckily, the moment they resurfaced, hunters came and selected a few humans from the bloodline of hunters and she was one of them. The symbol on her back and her family medallion hanging down her neck was a solid proof of it. "Just hit the mutherfucker already!" Cheyenne's voice boomed on the other end of the ear pod plugged into her earlobes. Killing a newborn vampire or a fledgling was easy but the man standing a few meters away from her was no fledgling. He was one of the first ancients who'd led the massacre of humans. He stood transfixed, fo
Nyx squinted her eyes in the lowly lit room, gasping when her eyes finally adjusted to the view of the room. Large red drapes surrounded the whole room, the chandeliers burning with candles. Large black plush rugs splayed on the floor. Suddenly she felt the soft fluffy quilt on her skin she jumped down the bed. "I see you have awoken,"A voice and a person she hadn't realized was in the room startled her she let out a shrill scream before lunging back on the bed. "Where...where am I?!" Dipping her hand into the pant of her combat boot, she noticed all of her weapon had been missing. A male walked out of the looming shadows, his hair in a low ponytail, he had a black trouser on with brown shirt. When he neared, she let out another scream. "You! Where is this?! Why am I here with you?! What have you done to my shit?!" The next thing she felt was her back being pressed into the bed, he looked pissed—not the kind of pissed when she cut his head off, this pissed was on another level.
He'd changed into something much more befitting before heading for the court. He wore a long coat jacket that made a cut just beneath his waist, he hadn't endeavored to button the suit, showing his solid hard chest. His hair was let down, slightly parted in the middle and his neck adorned with a black thin spiked choker. They all rose when he stepped into the court, bowing with respect he acknowledged them with a nod. He let his eyes settle to their proper shade of golden before sliding into the chair at the head of the table the whole court followed en suit. He leaned, rubbing his ringed knuckles before grabbing an apple out of the fruit basket. "We heard you've found your she," a curious brunette with blood red lips asked. He merely waved it off with a chuckle, "rumors do spread fast, don't they?""A hunter, they say." A man, an elder to be precise spoke. He growled at his misfortune. Verily he hadn't waited for ages to end up with a little demon who'd despised him just as much a