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. “This wasn’t our agreement. Don’t you have any conscience?”
He answered me with a nibble, right where he bit me. Instead of pain, there were confusion ripples that made me want more. I shuddered, once more, hearing a cackle I figured out was from him.
“My ethics died a long time ago, little lamb.” he stated, continuing with his teasing. “Open your eyes,”
“No. I wish to be released this instant. This is kidnapping in modern world.”
“Prince Javier gets whatever he wants in any world. Open.Your.Fucking.Eyes.” The sooner I did, I was met with his cold glare. He kissed my neckline, one last time.
“Now listen, Maya. We made a deal, the process to wake your parents up takes month as I have to make a deal with the devil.” Javier said. “In exchange for my help, you are my bride whether you like it or not. Yet…I won’t touch you without your consent. Not until you’re pleading badly and willing.”
Those lush whispers, resounded in my ears. He gave me a slight kiss, untangling himself from me.
The sooner my hands were freed, my heart thudded softly. At his retreating figure I yelled,
“What did you do to me?!”
Tears flickered my eyes at the fact that he bit me and I found him attractive. The heart wrenching part were the changes in my body and how I had thirst for blood. I sunk on the floor, with my palms over my face in frustration.
“Maya.”
My eyes bolted. I looked towards where I ran from, only to spot Delilah. I shifted back from her, which made her outstretch her hands. “It’s okay. I’m only here to help.”
She said those words, taking slow steps towards me.
“I’m not drinking that blood bag.” I seethed at her.
“You don’t have to.” she said.
“I want a proper meal, like any sane human would eat when hungry,” I murmured, timidly.
“It’s already set. I made them prepare your favorite, Chicken paella.”
“Really?” I asked, with a twinge of delight in my eyes.
…
Delilah was simply the best. Chicken Paella was something mum prepared for me as a kid. How she knew this was something I wasn’t even sure of.
“Mhmm…” I licked my upper lip, setting my cutlery. Surprisingly, it looked exactly like mum’s own. There were lots of chicken in scoops at the surface, rice backed up with pepper, green peas and minced garlic which were visible.
“Go ahead.”
I commenced digging into it, that very instant. “Delicious…” I purred, carrying on with eating.
“How did you become human?”
I sipped some cold Pinot Noir red wine, asking her.
“I was always a vampire.” she answered me. “Long ago… there was a rebel in the palace.”
“My soul got detached from my body during a wildfire. That’s how I ended up in that doll.”
My eyes widened. The cutlery in my hands dropped in shock. “Who are you?”
“Princess Delilah, I’m Javier’s blood sister.”
“Y-you led me to him.” I stuttered. “This was your plan all along.”
A twinge of betrayal hit my chest. She led me to him, to be freed from that body. My hands lifted, to sip from the wine glass when it fell on the floor.
“Maya!!!” Delilah spoke, for the first time, running towards me.
I clenched my heart in hurt. My eyes became teary and all I could see was red. Something cuddled around my throat, making me behold it. I coughed and blood splattered on the ground.
“Wh--“
I tried to talk, but couldn’t. In a way, this reminded me of when I was seven. It was just how I had been. Helpless. So helpless. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t speak.
“You’re having a reaction. I told you to drink the blood bag.” she uttered, holding me in her arms. “Vampires don’t eat food when thirsty for blood.”
Delilah let me go instantly, rushing to one of the drawers. She took a hold of blood bags, rushing towards me.
“What’s your blood group?” she asked.
“O+”
I was able to sigh those words. She searched, tearing the cap immediately. “Drink.”
I stared at it horridly. “No, please…”
Please, don’t give me that.
Even though I was on the verge of passing out, I didn’t want to be someone bounded to blood for life. I just wanted to be human, I wanted a normal life.
“Drink, Maya!” Delilah yelled this time.
It was harder, because I could smell the delicious taste of blood. My palms were sweaty and I had a dizzy sensation. It made me tremble and various parts of my body vibrated in desire for the bag. I gasped, drifting away from her hands.
“No…”
She was in front of me and before I realized her intentions, she poured the entire contents in my slightly parted lips. By now, I was nauseous and entirely weak.
“You’re not dying on me, Maya.” Delilah murmured, resting my head in her bosoms. “I won’t let you die on me, best friend.”
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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
Javier As I walked away from Maya’s room, someone paced behind me. I pretended not to notice and then when I felt the presence again, my dark reflex was the first to act. The person got pinned on the wall, in a millisecond with my fangs out. As my face connected with my previous lover, Scarlett, my eyes bolted at her. “Scarlett?” I snarled unbelievably. How was she here, alive? Didn’t she die in the rebel? “Still as dangerously wild as always…” she whispered, drawing nearer and nudging her nose with mine. I moved away. “That’s what I like about you, Javier.” I studied her features, which were still intact. Almond brown eyes, brunette hair and a robust figure. I could see her breasts pump from her outfit, which was a raven black long dress with a corset. It looked like she was in the 18th century. “Come with me.” I said, pulling her hands along. I had some questions for her. Judging from her outfit, she had just woken up from a box too. As I slammed my room’s door shut, Scarlett