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 face in his hands. I searched through everything and saw the whole shebang I had 200 years ago.
However, while I was away, someone made changes putting bright colors in my room. It made it look like fairytale and it pissed me even more.
Thinking of who dared do that, ate me up.
“Javier?! Holy fuck, Javier!!”
I could recognize that voice from anywhere. As he barged into my room, he made use of his vampire speed to brother hug me. My Adam’s apple bulged, knowing he was one of those people I thought of the minute I was staked. “Ambroz, that’s enough. Chill out.”
He withdrew from the tight hug, and I sized him up. Ambroz is my best friend and vampire. A little tall, with a bit of ‘c’ back shape, he had wide lips, strawberry blonde and a pretty handsome face. He was one of the Elder’s son, he didn’t participate in politics though.
“Whoa, I missed you, dude.” he said, taking my hands in his. “We all thought you’ll never be back, dammit.”
As Ambroz continued his words, I could see flickers of tears and hurt in his eyes. The instant they began to redden, I let out,
“Aish… quit that would you? Let’s go grab a drink like those days.” I said, patting his back. His hands came around my neck, like we did in the past.
“So much to talk about, man.” Ambroz told me. “I got married.”
My eyes widened. “Huh? You?”
“Surprised?” he chuckled out, as I growled that. King Vladmir definitely knew I wouldn’t turn up. He was shameless to summon a son he crossed lengths to get rid of.
“Obviously. You swore you’d never tie the knot.” I seethed at him, opening the room’s door.
“People change,” he said, with a wink.
As soon as we got outside the passageways, Ambroz brought some keys from his pockets. It was strange how he said it was to power a certain car, contrary to how we moved around 200 years ago.
“Do vampires even need that?”
I asked him, after his description of how fast it was.
Some swarm of maids passed, giggling at how handsome we looked. We both smiled, and they even blushed more intensely.
“Need what?” Ambroz replied me, scratching his chin.
“The cars. Saw a fleet of them on my way in, I mean we have personal acceleration, right?”
“We do, but we have to make things easier, trend like those days, and move with the world. And what is that you’re wearing?” My best friend asked me, cocking his brows in disbelief.
“Are those breeches paired with doublet cape? Even Shakespeare doesn’t wear that anymore.”
“These are the finest clothing, Ambroz.” I seethed, acknowledging the servants who bowed down at us as we carried on walking outside.
“Yeah, from two centuries ago. Forget the drink, we’re going to the mall.” he said.
“What’s a mall?” I asked him, flaring my nose. “Isn’t there no designer in town?”
“The mall is where you have varieties of clothes, Javier...” he said.
“We’re taking that one.” he said, pointing to one of the cars. I immediately moved to climb it, wondering how it was supposed to be convenient. After much thought, I started from the back…
“How do they get on this?” I growled, succeeding after trying twice. I used my vampire acceleration for the rest, sitting down on the upper part, which was raised more than the others. “This is uncomfortable. Where are the carriage men?!”
Ambroz began laughing seriously. I looked around, wondering what was funny. “Tha-“
He commenced with his chuckle, “That’s not how it’s ridden! Hahaha,”
“Huh?!” I stared at him, looking around unbelievably. Even the guards gave me an amused look. I came down from the car, straightening my breeches with doublet cape, watching as Ambroz opened the car. I imitated his movements, widening my eyes as the flashy car opened.
…
This could be a danger to the vampire clan. The Death Goddess would be furious.
There were surprising changes than I ever imagined. Moving stairs, motioning doors, humans even carried animals around with them.
“Stop, Ambroz!” I yelled at him, as we highlighted from the car.
“Why, Javier?”
“We are not to interact with humans in anyway, remember? That’s what rule 70 of the vampire law tenet says—"
“It has been scrapped.” he replied. My nose flared, twitching in anger at the disorder that had just been done.
“The vampires found out it’s easier when you blend in, not isolate yourself. No one suspects us, this way. Let’s go in.” he said, with a grin. Ambroz pulled me along while I bore a scowl on my face.
There were lots of flashy clothes around. It was almost like we were in a heaven of clothes. The buildings were tall, large and the floor… My shoes tapped it, and my eyes widened. They used concrete to build it? Concrete was a precious and rare substance.
“Are you shooting a movie?”
One of the cloth attendants asked, disrupting my thoughts.
“No—”
“He means it’s not just any movie, but a really fascinating and mind-blowing movie.” Ambrose cut him off, with a wide smirk at her. She blushed, bringing the clothes we asked for.
“Why did you do that?” I asked in Ambrose’s thoughts.
“Tell her you’re a vampire who just woke up and see if the psychiatric ward won’t turn up here, in seconds.”
“Here you go, sir.” she said, handing some clothes to my best friend. The attendant smiled at him, holding on to his hands seductively but he let her hand go without much thought.
“Okay, Prince Javier. Change into this, this, also this, with this… Try on everything. You need a new change in wardrobe.” Ambroz uttered.
I caught the amount of clothes he threw at me, scanning through them in disbelief. I opened my mouth to refer to each clothes he gave me.
“These looks too fitted. A true noble man’s clothing should be--”
“That’s enough. Don’t bore me, with your old style. Go in, go now.” Ambroz muttered, pushing me into the changing room which had bright lights that flashed offensively.
“Aish…Everything seems changed.” I sneered. “This looks like a fucking dream.”
Just had to wait for things to settle a bit, so they didn’t suspect me. Was so gonna murder the fucker that staked me in that box for 200 years.
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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
Maya “My Princess…” My eyes flew open, at that voice. “Wake up, we are here to deliver your clothes and accessories.” I stared at the maid in front of me. From her smell, she was a vampire, however, she directed her face to the ground. It was more like she was afraid of something. “W-what?” “Where is Delilah and Raven?” Since they were the people that led this entire thing, weren’t they supposed to be here at least? “They are helping Queen Zoraida with the banquet arrangements. Please come freshen up and check your clothes.” she stated. “We arranged it already for you, in the closet. The light is also fixed.” At her words, I jumped up excitedly. Hell knows I didn’t come here for this, but what girl didn’t want this? In my purple tank top and lemon SpongeBob shorts, I walked rapidly towards the closet. I heard the maid snap her hands— about 7 other maids rushed in. “Wow,” I said, eyeing the renovated closet. Everything was in a transparent glass, like a fashion design shop wou