C H A P T E R 12

Vladimir Bloodthorn

into her room the scarlet eyed Vampire notices the sleeping girl on the bed and under the covers. He can hear her heart beat steadily and her sooth breathing. She wears the outfit he had chosen for his Blood Slave and has eaten all the food. Blood scent travels to his nose as his eyes catch her sliced up wrist that has opened up again and blood stains the sheet and dried blood lives on the edges of the cut.

Smirking to himself as he remembers how heavenly her blood tastes like and how much he wishes to tear her throat out with his teeth, yet he remains as he is. The food on the tray finished and it would seem every crumb has been eaten. Holding the book in his hand, the book that belongs to her and carries her scent that always keeps drawing him in, the book he does not wish to give to her. Not yet. He looks down at the sleeping girl and sees how peaceful she looks yet looks can be deceiving.

Keeping the book hidden he leaves the room where she soundly sleeps, not even knowing why he went there. He keeps the door locked. "Guards!" He calls out as he stands with the door to her room behind him. A couple of seconds pass before three guards run through the hallways and bow before him. "Fetch the twin sisters" He orders them before anything else could be done. They bow their head and leave the King alone in the hallway. Vladimir walks into his room where the darkness greets him like an old friend that is waiting to have a nice chat.

Sitting down and gulping down alcohol as he had picked up a clear glass with an alcoholic drink inside with couple of drops blended nicely in there to give the sweet taste of pure deliciousness in his drink. A few minutes pass before a knock on the door is heard. "Enter!" He calls out, still sitting in the chair he was in. The King gulps down the last sips as the door opens and he sets the glass down on the table. The twin sisters Solaria and Lunaria enter his room and bow in respect of him.

"My Lord, how can we be of services?" Lunaria asks, her voice as cold as ever yet in the presence of the almighty King there is fear in her. "Wake the Blood Slave. Prepare her for a ride, we shall be leaving shortly" He speaks and waves his hand to dismiss them. Crossing one leg over the other he only needs to wait. Picking up a bottle of the alcoholic drink he had before and pouring it into his empty glass until the glass is half-full he sets the bottle back down on the table and is now with only a one glass full left inside of it.

Drinking its content he stands up and walks out of his room and into the gloomy hallways where he walks to the front gates where a horse carriage is waiting for him and his Blood Slave. The carriage can hold up to four people and it may not look large yet it is fit for a King. The coachman opens the door for him and he walks up the steps and into the carriage where he sits down. Everything inside the carriage is in the color of blood that satisfies him.

The soft material that are in the seats and for the back to make the one sitting there feel comfortable is in the crimson red blood color that most would find inside their own veins. He sits there leaning back against the back of the carriage and his left knee crossing the other one. His fingers tracing invisible patterns on his black pants as he waits and he does not wait long for the door of the carriage opens and in steps the girl he has been waiting for. Her head is looking at the ground as she sits down.

She sits on the opposite side of him and as far away from him as she possibly can, almost as if she were trying to go through the wall for she is so close to it and hugs it with her body. The carriage then begins to move and they have begun their journey. A lightl chuckle escapes his throat when he sees her. He also notices how she looks only at her own feet and is afraid to look up at him. The anger in him doesn't like it, for some reason he wishes to see her face. He leans over to her on the other side and with his right hand he puts his hand under her chin.

His thumb and index finger lift her chin yet the action alone shocks her to the care and he feels her tremble with fear under his touch. A twisted smirk creeps up his face. "Now, now. Calm your heart, would not have you dying of heart attack now would we?" He asks her, though the question was not asked to be answered. But she does shake her head slightly, the motion is so small that it is barely noticeable. His scarlet red eyes stare into her ice blue eyes and sees the fear living inside her soul.

The amusement in his expression doesn't change as he still holds her head with his hand. "Your blood begs me to drink it, to savor every last drop. I can smell it and I can hear it run through your veins" He whispers to her, his voice filled with nothing but evil as the terror grows in her eyes. The eye contact of blue and red doesn't change nor does neither of them look away. His face comes even closer to hers as he begins to lean in and soon captures her lips with his own.

Her lips feel warm against his cold ones. Both of them don't close their eyes because of the kiss, not only from shock but also surprised. He battles with himself why he is kissing her and she wonders what he is doing. Breaking the kiss Vladimir leans against the carriage and lets her go. The kiss was soft and unreal for the two of them and neither can believe it had taken place. He notices the hints of red in her cheeks as she looks down and goes even closer to the wall of the carriage.

The carriage ride had been a long one and when the sun came up in the morning, they finally stopped yet they were not there yet. Before dawn broke tents were put up for the King and his Blood Slave. He walks out of the carriage and goes into the tent where a large bed with many pillows in every size laid and the bed softer than any material. A bed fit for a King. A table with food laid across it stands near the bed with pride. A throne like chair is also on the other side of the bed but this one is made out of wood instead of his stone carved one.

He sits down on the throne, annoyed and bored. "Guards!" He calls out and two guards terrified to the bones enter the tent. The opening to the tent is away from the shining sun yet they are careful not to let much sunlight into the tent itself. "Fetch my Blood Slave and bring her to me!" He cruelly orders them. They bow again as they had done before and exit the tent to get the girl that still had stayed in the carriage as she did not know what to do.

Moments later she steps into out of the carriage as she's being taken by the guards to the tent. The sun has only just started to rise and the rays might not be large yet can be strong and powerful all the same. The guards bow when they enter the tent with the Blood Slave. She has her head down to her feet, afraid to look at this man in front of her. Vladimir stands up from his throne after his guards have left the tent and closed it so no light can enter.

He stands in front of her with a smirk on his face a cup in one of his hands. "The journey has been quite tiring and I am in need for something... tasty" He whispers to her which makes her shake in fear of him and it is that fear that brings upon the evil glint in his scarlet red eyes and a wicked grin creep up his lips. He watches her tremble in pure fright. "Do not worry, it will not hurt... for long" He speaks and laughs, so cold co cruel.

Harshly taking her hand where the wound already is he uses his fingernail to lightly slice into the cut that he had made before and it does not take long until the crimson red liquid is already flowing out of her open wound and into the cup he holds. She hisses in pain and desperately tries to remove her hand from his as he still holds her only in doing so his grip gets tighter around her. The cup gets half-full before he finally lets her go. "Sit down and eat" He commands her and gestures for the table with the food and a chair beside the table.

Vladimir goes to sit on his throne once more and watches as she hesitantly goes over to the table and picks up an apple with her other hand and takes a bite out of while he drinks the blood from the cup. She did however not sit down on the chair as she ate the apple in silence. Her face never leaving the ground. "Sit" He orders her, his voice just above a whisper get holds so much power that even she could not resist it and sits down on the chair.

"You wonder where we are going" He says after a moment or two of silence. She had finished her apple and taken a wooden bowl filled with strawberries and eats them like her life depended on it. She doesn't look up at while he speaks which annoys him. "Look up at me, Blood Slave" He orders her and she jumps up from being startled by his commanding voice and how powerful it is. Slowly her face looks up from the ground to look at him. Red to blue. "We are going to visit a town where some are planning and uprising against me" He tells her, not knowing himself why he told her this information.

Without knowing it he feels as if he can tell her about anything that passes through his mind. He sees in her eyes how she feels fear yet this time it was not fear for her own life but it was fear for his life. That deeply confused the almighty King yet he does not show it. "Do not worry, none will harm us for all shall be dead soon and none will dare to go up against me ever again" He tells her as he sips on the blood.

When the blood has been drunk and every strawberry on the table has been eaten he stands up and sits on the bed. His eyes never leaving her as he goes under the covers after having undressed himself. "Join me" He tells her and he notice how she shakes and she holds the chair as if she were holding onto it for dear life but he only chuckles darkly at her reaction. "We shall only be sleeping. Do not be frightened of monsters that lurk in the night for all the monsters are already here" He says with a smirk.