C H A P T E R 4

Vladimir Bloodthorn

moon hangs over the night. Being the only light source in the gloomy dark castle. Shining on every surface it can with its silvery light. Vladimir's scarlet red eyes looking as bored as ever as he sits on his stone carved throne. The throne room empty with only himself. Until the doors open and a woman walks in. Her silky platinum blonde hair gracefully flowing down her back. The deep royal blue eyes focused on the man sitting on the throne whose mouth has curled up into a smirk.

She walks into the throne room with her black gown following behind her. "Well, this certainly is a surprise" Vladimir says as she only smiles at him. The woman lightly bows her head when she has reached the middle of the room. Her walk as elegant as herself. "A delightful surprise I hope, My Lord" She answers him. Her eyes never leaving his as they stare at each other. The familiarity never leaving their faces. "What brings you here, little dove?" He asks her. The devilish smirk on his face annoys her.

Rolling her eyes at the nickname she has been given by him. "I've brought news. Word has it the Werewolves have broken the treaty and now Vampires are going all around the globe slaughtering them when it was only one who wronged your kind. Billions of Werewolves butchered, children included. Now Vampires are about to get a new food source. The Blood of Werewolves holds extraordinary entities which I assume the King would want" She says, the hatred in her voice not going pass Vladimir as he listens to her speak about this with an evil smile on his face that sends shivers down her spine and a chill throughout her body.

"Then all is as it should be. The Werewolves now only purpose is to become Blood Slaves or fall prey to death" He tells her. Her face falls and pales. Walking closer to the throne. "You can't do this. Innocents are dying in the millions. You're destroying a whole race. It won't be long before Werewolves will be no more and what do you think will happen then, My Lord?" She angrily calls out to him, with every word she comes closer to him but he makes no move to notice it.

Vladimir only gives her an imitating look that forces her to stop where she is as the fear takes a hold in her body. "Tomorrow I shall go to the Blood market and buy a Werewolf Blood Slave for myself. I reckon I will enjoy that" He tells her and ignoring the outburst she had before and every word she had spoken did not make it to him. The moon shines on her as her anger only rises within her. "Mark my word, Vladimir Bloodthorn, one day you will regret this" Her voice darkens as her once royal blue irises turn black.

"Your words mean nothing to me, little dove or should I say blackened raven" He teases which only brings her rage higher up. The anger in her eyes glaring at him with so much hatred. The once platinum blonde hair slowly from the roots turning pitch black and making its way down to the ends. "Curse me all you want. We both know curses don't work on my blood" He tells her as he stands up from his throne. Walking down the stairs and towards the woman who's shaking violently with rage. His hand grips her chin and forces her to look at him.

His grip is tight on her pale skin and a bruise is surely following in a few hours on her fair skin. "Curse you? No. I will not curse you Vladimir. I'm going to read to your future which is worse than any curse the world has ever known. A future you cannot escape from" She says. His harsh grip on her doesn't bother her as a wicked smile forms on her face. Hidden behind his eyes is the slightest bit of fear but Vladimir hides it extremely well and the girl doesn't see it.

He chuckles as he backs away and let's go of her chin. Heading back to his throne he looks amused at the woman. The way that he affects her and how angry he can make her. The darkness around him only satisfying him. Crossing his left leg over his right he watches her as if he were watching a fool entertaining him and him alone. A grin of evil on his face and his eyes filled with excitement. Leaning forward in placing his hand under his chin and the elbow on his knees. "All right. Tell me, blackened raven, what does my future hold?" He asks her with a dark chuckle.

Killian walks around the castle as if he owns it and when he reaches the throne room the guards open it for him. He lightly chuckles. The throne room is all empty except for Vladimir who sits with annoyed look on his face on his throne. A crown on top of his head and his clothing elegant and royal. "Vlad, must you summon me when I'm in the middle of feeding. This great brunette has the perfect body and I w-" Killian began but is cut off but Vladimir lifting his hand up and silencing him instantly.

"As much as I would love to hear all about it, I'm in desperate need of company. This day has been dull and I'm looking for fun. The Blood Slaves are not satisfying me any longer and I wish to go at dawn to the Blood market. Have the best Werewolf females offered to me" He commands his friend who only rolls his eyes at the formality that he speaks in, always speaking as if he were speaking to another royal. "Of course, it shall be done. I hear Dimitri has some excellent sample of Werewolves that are being brought to the market as we speak" He tells him with a smile, his dimples showing.

"Good" Vladimir speaks before he claps his hands twice. Two doors on the left side of the throne room open and in comes a man. His back straight and his head high. He's dressed in a black suit with no wrinkles in sight. In his hands he holds a tray with two silver wine glasses half filled with crimson red blood. Going first to the King he bows his head as he hands him one of the glasses and then he descends from him and goes down the stairs to Killian and holds the tray to him who happily takes the other glass.

"Now, let us celebrate in victory for the Werewolves will soon be no more" Vladimir says to his friend with his glass in the air as does Killian. "Cheers" Killian says with a happy grin on his face before the two of them begin to drink the blood. Killian gulping down every last drop but Vladimir only takes one sip before he sets the cup down on the arm of the chair and looks at his friend.

"Warm and fresh. Me likey" Killian says with a grin. Uncrossing his legs he stands from his throne, taking the silver glass with him as he walks down the stairs with power following behind him and everywhere he goes. "Dawn is soon upon us and the people need to see who their rightful King is. Let us show them" He tells his friend whose lips curl up into a smirk. "Of course, causing mischief is what I do best" Killian says as he gets excited with all the murdering ideas that pop in his head. The King rolls his eyes at his friend who doesn't notice it.

"You will do nothing your twisted mind is thinking of" He tells the plotting man who only nods but continues to scheme with ideas. Vladimir looks up to the window where the moon is visible as it slowly ascends down and soon it shall no longer be in his view as the rising soon will bring the dawn and a new day. "What is the status with the silver?" He asks his friend as he continues to watch the silvery moon in all its glory. Killian's gaze goes over to his King and his friend. "We've enough to kill every Werewolf on the planet" He answers wickedly as the grin of evil forms on Vladimir's face.

Vladimir's scarlet red eyes run over to his friend. "Then we shall do exactly that, kill every Werewolf on the planet. To hell with fate" He says and a dark chuckle escapes his throat as an entire race will soon be slaughtered and victory shall be his. "Fate can't go to hell" Killian says earning him a slap on the head for his foolishness comment, when he constantly forgets or doesn't want to remember that his friend is the King of Vampires and does not hesitate to punish those who he feels like need punishment, even if that happened to be his own friend.

Annoyed he glares daggers into Killian and if looks could kill he would be six feet under, forever dead for his glare is intense and deadly. Men have been known to cower into their graves just by being in the presence of the powerful and feared King who shows everyone why he has these titles. "What shall the King be wearing?" Killian teases with a innocent smile on his face but freaky look in his eyes.

"Kidding. Or maybe not" He mysteriously but nervously says as the glare of fury digs into his soul and threatens to destroy him from the inside out. "Why don't we offer you some women to taste before we leave. I hear Werewolf blood has entities but doesn't completely satisfy the blood-thirst" Killian speaks trying to get the man to lighten up and not murder him on the spot and he would very much like to keep his life. But Vladimir doesn't move. Even through his glare it looks as if he's deep in thoughts and as if they pain him.

"She said I was doomed to be alone and that is my future" Vladimir's voice is softer than normally, yet the power never leaves his tone as he speaks. Killian furrowed in confusion as he watches the man who is the King stand there with his gaze returning to the silvery moon in the sky. "If I kill every Werewolf I shall never find happiness because my happiness lies in the hands of a Werewolf which makes me want to strangle each and ever one of those Mutts" He continues before his friend could say, his words almost not audible but heard by Killian.

Killian begins to understand the situation his friend has gotten himself into. Making his way to the throne that belongs to the King, Killian takes the silver glass from the throne arm and brings it over to his friend. "Drink. Forget some ridiculous prediction of a future that has not come yet. Have you forgotten that fate wanted you to fall in battle yet you stand here before me alive and well and are the King of the greatest kingdom of all. No future nor fate nor anyone can change that unless you let it in your head" He says as he hands the glass to Vladimir whose scarlet red irises have gone over to him.

Taking the glass he shakes his head. "Since when did you become so wise?" He asks his friend as the familiar smirk makes its way to his face and he feels like himself once again, taking the advice from his friend. Killian only shrugs at his words. "I've always been wise, you've just be too stubborn to see how amazingly wise I am and will forever be" He says as he lets out a snicker and the King rolls his eyes in annoyance.