C H A P T E R 14

Vladimir Bloodthorn

sits on the ground of the tent and hides from the sun that mocks him with all the light and the day. His anger knows no bounds as he is close to tearing down the tent itself to get back his Blood Slave that has disobeyed him and left, gone to a place that he cannot travel while the mocking sun still shines. "When dusk arrives, you shall find yourself without blood in your system" He says gritting his teeth as all he wishes to do is sink his razor sharp canines into her neck and suck all the delicate but delicious crimson liquid from her veins.

The words he had said to her before are words he tries to make her forget or perhaps trying to forget them himself. The ruthless Vampire King doesn't wish to show his enemy, a Werewolf how weak he is and there is no questioning it either, he is not weak. "That I can believe, but I don't think you're going to do it" She whispers. Her voice like the voice of an angel in his ears, another reason why his anger is so fueled.

The Werewolf is correct and somehow he can't find it in himself to kill her nor take every single drop of her blood no matter how tasty it is. "You are a brave one, aren't you?" He asks her. No Werewolf nor anyone has ever talked to him in the way that she has and it interests him yet still intimates him like never before. He can feel the sun trying desperately to get to him but the tent is build so no ray from the sun can ever break through no matter how much they were to try.

"Only because I have nothing to lose now, I suppose you would not understand it" She speaks. Her voice almost monotone and filled with sadness which interests him even further. Without knowing it himself he finds himself wanting to know her better and his actions tell the story perfectly when neither of them have begun understanding the word of the book. "Ah, yes, you also don't fear the death by my hand" He reminds both of them, remembering their previous conversations. "Understanding a Werewolf is a crime I am not willing to commit" He tells her before another word could be spoken.

"You might not want to understand a Werewolf but it is in everyone's nature to feel the pain of loss and I believe that you have felt it before but doesn't want to come with terms with it" She tells him and his anger only grows. Wanting nothing more than to end her life as soon as the sun sets down and he is safe to walk outside. He clenches his hands together until they are as white as the palest corpse. "You better watch your tongue around me for I still hold your life in my hands" Vladimir says nearly yelling at her, his authority rolling of his tongue.

He can feel how frightened she is of him and it satisfies him greatly to know how much she fears him and how much pleasure he will take in ending her life once and for all. She doesn't say anything after that a side inside him wishes to hear her voice again yet doesn't want to admit it, only throws those thoughts to the grave where they belong. He stands up and walks over to the bed and sits down with his face buried in his hands.

With a heavy sigh he lies down on the bed. "You're not as frightening when you're sleeping" He hears her confess to him, perhaps believing that he could not hear her but with his hearing he certainly did hear her voice, especially when something in him longs to hear her speak more. A wicked smirk creeps up his lips as he stands up again and walks towards where he sees her shadow on the tent. "Oh, really? Well, I suppose you will not kill me in my sleep then?" He asks her, joking of some sort.

Her heart is racing in her chest and he can't know if that is because of fear or excitement, or just plain terror that he has brought her for she is literally his Blood Slave and will most likely die by his hands one day, sooner or later. "No, I'm not like you" She then declares and he sees her stand up and walks towards the entrance of the tent. He backs away into a corner where he knows he's safe from the mocking sun when she begins to zip up the zipper, opening the tent. The Vampire King doesn't know why she would willingly step in there yet the smirk never leaves his face.

"I don't kill whenever I feel like it... just because I can. Unlike you, I have a soul" She speaks when she has stepped into the tent but he notices how careful she is to always be near the opening and have the sun peeking inside the tent to keep herself safe. "I've been called far worse, but never to my face. I suppose I should end your life for this" He tells her. His anger should be over the roof but he doesn't feel that way.

When she's in the tent with him he somehow feels relaxed and all the anger that was within him before has all washed away like rain from a window after a dark and stormy night. "I believe this is your third death threat to me today. I don't think any of them are real. It's your way of gaining power over people. You threaten them of their death and I can imagine that you most often follow through those threats but now that you've threaten me three times just this hour, I can only assume that you are not going to kill me" She speaks and he scoffs.

"You have me all figured out, haven't you?" He asks her as he looks her up and down. The dress he had made for her was a bit too big yet it did do its job of covering her body, yet the lust inside his body threatens to tear him apart. "No. I don't think anyone can understand a murderer" She whispers, her voice almost breaking in mid-sentence. The smirk on his face only grows wicked when she speaks. "Such awful words from such a small figure" He whispers as he walks closer to her.

Not caring about how the mocking sun has made it into the tent for she still holds the door of the tent slightly open, he would assume for her safety. He chuckles darkly as he goes over to her. "Awful words but they are the truth. You murder in cold blood and feel no remorse whatsoever. A murderer fits you perfectly" She says looking straight into his scarlet red eyes and he can see inside her eyes how frightened she has become but she continues to fight back the fear and terror.

Just by looking into her ice blue eyes, he can feel his anger start to wash way like it was never there at all. Somehow that Werewolf is able to do the impossible without even realizing it herself and he shall never tell her. Yet something in his heart tightens by her words when they sink into his mind and how she truly thinks of him. All of it is the truth. He does not feel remorse for the cold-blooded murders that he committed but the words coming from her mouth felt like they were destroying him from the inside out and he loathes this feeling as he should not be able to feel anything at all.

"You are turning out to be much bigger problem than I had thought. Perhaps it would be best to silence you for good" He says with evil filling his voice completely. Before she could react his hand wraps itself around her throat where he cuts off her air supply. He watches her squirm and fight desperately for air. Clawing at his hands as she gasps out for breath but his grip on her neck only tightens and he lifts her up.

Her feet no longer touch the ground as he holds her up in the air like if she were nothing but a feather. The devilish smirk plastered on his face and his scarlet red eyes only show her that he truly is the mist evil of them all. Seeing her eyeballs begin to roll back her releases her. Watching as her body falls down lips on the floor until a great gasp erupts from her and she's coughing on the floor. Letting out a cruel laugh he turns around and sits on the chair with his left leg crossed over the right one.

"Take this as a warning. Speak to me that again and I won't show mercy... and if you ever speak of this to anyone, you might find yourself in your grave. You were correct. I don't feel remorse and I slaughter anyone I please. I do not need a pathetic Werewolf to tell me otherwise" He says as he looks at her lying on the ground. Still catching her breath for dear life and it makes his smirk become more evil. Soft cries escape from her that make him roll his eyes at how fragile she is.

When he had expected her to tremble in fear of him and apologize to him, bow down on her knees in front of him as he sits there but he is surprised when only laughter comes from her throat. Laughter through the cries. "You may think you are the mighty King but you're nothing but a coward" He hears her whisper. Her voice is hoarse and when she spoke she lifts her head to look at him. The anger and pain in her eyes mix well with the fear that has always been lurking there inside.

The golden blonde Werewolf contains to laugh at him and when it should fill him up with unconditional rage it does not. It only forms a soft... smile on his lips. Something he has not done for many years and believed himself incapable of it yet he finds himself smiling at her actions even when she has called him a coward to his face. "I must say, you are much braver than I gave you credit for and that bravery will only result in your death. I advise you to shut it down while you still have air in your lungs" He warns her.

His words only make her continue laughing. "I've figured it out. You are afraid" Her whispering voice speaks. It is obvious to him that she has a hard time speaking but that does not stop her. She continues even through the pain and when her neck should be burning with agonizing pain after he had just chocked her to the brink of unconsciousness she still fought back. It was no doubt to him that she was a fighter and she would continue to fight for the rest of her life or at least until he has had enough of her and drained her.

"All you do is hide your fear and you kill and murder because you fear that people will figure out that you're terrified. I can see it hidden in your eyes. You're not afraid of me, no you're afraid of being weak and being a coward and that makes your blood-thirst even greater. But, know this I know that you're afraid of being weak and I feel sorry for you. Because you have no humanity and you don't have feelings and you're not capable of love, even when you do have a Soulmate" She speaks and looks at him with tears in her eyes.