C H A P T E R 16

Vladimir Bloodthorn

cruel king did not know why he would do that. Why he would give her that book back, yet when he saw how happy she looked he could not find it in himself to punish her even further and to go with the plan like he wanted. She had done what she should not have done and almost got herself killed for it. As he stands before his Vampires, far away from her, he can feel the anger rise within him once again.

His scarlet red eyes raging with anger as they all kneel before him yet that is not enough to kill the flame, only rings more fuel to the anger itself. Now that she is no where near him, his anger can be set free like it begs him to do and he does so on his subjects. "My Blood Slave is on verge of death" He says. He doesn't need to speak loudly for them to feel the power within his voice and he knows they all fear him and fear him they should. It takes every ounce of self-control to not lash out at them all and slaughter them.

His blood thirst knows no bounds as his fangs are eager to tear into flesh and bones and suck the blood of the one that becomes the donor for him. "I cannot have you lot disrespecting me like this. And now you shall all pay the price" He speaks to them. He can already see how they pale when he says that and the smirk on his face grows devilish and evil when he sees how frightened they are of him. He is their King and no one disrespects the King and survives.

He walks around them in circles, knowing that they are trying to think of the ways he will punish them but none can predict. His anger is wanting to be released yet he does have other ideas on how to deal with them and he will use those ideas. "Fifty minutes from now on, you all shall be preforming in front of me and my Blood Slave. It shall of course end in your death and do keep it dramatic" He says and they all gasp for before the sunrise shall appear on the sky none of them will be alive.

Laughing cruelly he turns around and head back for the tent. Walking inside where he lies on the bed, her stare at the book he had given her. Something inside him changed when he looks her. Her face so sickly yet still holds the wonders of the universe. He cannot understand her and it irritates him for he is the King and he should not be confused. She had not noticed when he walked inside and he sits on the throne and takes an empty glass of blood and groans slightly for he realizes he will not be able to get her blood for a long time while she gathers her strength.

"How did you become the King?" She asks him out of the blue. Her voice is low yet soft like the voice of an angel. He stands up and turns to face her as he walks over to the bed with a smirk on his face yet not a murderous one. "The Werewolf wants to know the secrets of the Vampire but the Vampire refuses so the Werewolf grows sad as the plan was unsuccessful" He tells her and she raises an eyebrow at him.

"Talking in third person is not going to make me forget about the question. Sooner or later you will kill me, so tell me... why keeps secrets from the one that is already been branded for death?" She asks him and that sentence brings unexpected pang in his chest which he ignores and his face hardens and narrows his eyes at her. "Has anyone ever told you, you are a smart one?" He asks her as he sits on the bed where she still lies but holds the book close to her as her life depended on it.

"Answering a question with a questions only tells me that you are hiding something, something big and you'd rather die than have it revealed to the world. What did you do? Knock someone up? Can Vampires get pregnant?" She asks. Once he looks into her eyes there are tears and agony inside the ice blue. He doesn't know why she would be feeling sadness and pain though it could be the result of blood loss that has taken over her entire body. He rolls his eyes at her questions. "No Vampires cannot get pregnant nor can they procreate" He tells her blankly before he stands up again.

"That must be sad" She whispers, her voice is so low but his hearing could pick it up. Turning around to face her to see a sad look on her face and a single rouge tear escaping from one of her eyes. Something inside him feels for it and it makes him sick, that he feels this way, that he feels in general. He is the ruthless blood-thirsty killer King that has slaughtered millions upon millions of creatures. He should not be able to feel at all. "It is the way we live, your almost instinct species live another way" He tells her with anger.

"Since we are stuck with each other in this tent, why don't we get along and work on that anger of yours" She says boldly to him, it makes him feel amused and he smirks. She challenges him in ways that none has ever done before and he does love a challenge. "Getting along would be impossible for we are not meant to be capable to get along with each other" He speaks to her as he sits on the throne yet turns it around to face her. Crossing his left foot over his right one he leans back on the throne and looks at her.

"Well, then, you said nothing about working on your anger. I can be your therapist. So, tell me, what makes you angry?" She asks him with a smirk and amused look on her face, as if she enjoyed it. He rolls his eyes. "Between everything and you, I would have to say you" He says and she raises an eyebrow at him which makes him chuckle. Feeling strange to want to talk with her about it, yet knows he should not.

"Then what doesn't make you angry?" She asks. It was as if she was wanting to push his bottoms and perhaps she was. With all that she has done, he is finding it hard to believe that she is not trying to make him mad. He thinks about her question for a minute or two, but his scarlet red eyes never leave her ice blue ones and he finds it hard to not look into them. Wanting nothing more than to dive inside, though he does not understand the reason nor knows if he wants to. "You" He finally answers.

He notices as her look turns to one of confusion and it matches the confusion in his mind yet on the outside he only stares at her with emotionless eyes and a blank face. Never letting her see what is inside if there is anything at all. Then she lets out a sigh. "This is getting us nowhere, If I am supposed to spend the rest of my short life with you, don't I at least deserve to know you?" She asks him and he finally tears his eyes from hers as he saw how she was starting to tear up.

His tongue ran over his razor sharp fangs. Hearing her heart beat faster in her chest makes him let out a small growl, too low that she could not hear. Her heartbeat does things to him. "No. If you do not understand what a Blood Slave means then I perhaps we shall go over the rules. For I sincerely believe I've been nothing but kind towards you" He tells her and even he knows he is lying to her and to himself as he has not been kind. Perhaps treated her better than most would, though he does not apologize for his harsh behavior nor is it necessary.

"Kind? Really? And tell, what does kindness mean to you? Because I can tell you that kindness does not mean anything like what you think it means" She says, getting angry. He finds it hard not to roll his eyes at her and then his eyes return to watch her. Vladimir finds her amusing when angry yet does not want her to be at the same time which deeply confuses the powerful King who should never be confused in his life as he is the King and is supposed to know everything.

He doesn't answer her nor does he owe her an answer. He stands up and takes a small bowl of strawberries that he has sent his servants to get for her, as he saw how much she liked them and a part of him wanted her to eat and be healthy. After all, it was his fault she does look like a skeleton after being in the dungeon for ten days yet she deserved it for she was being sculpted into the perfect Blood Slave for him. He hands her the bowl and that is when he realizes the horrifying truth.

He has soft. And it is all because of her. The very thought of it makes his anger boil to the point that his fists are clenched and his fangs are begging him to tear into someone and he walks out of the tent with murderous thoughts on his, he walks away from her. Deep in him not wanting her to see him angry or his true nature for he fears he might frighten her. Once outside he sees how the Vampires are preparing for the show of entertainment they will be doing.

The anger inside him does not want to spare their lives and they shall be dead soon. Walking over to them and seeing how they cower in fear of the King that can send men to their graves while they still have air in their lungs and blood running through their veins. His scarlet red eyes look at them in pure anger and it is clear that none of them will ever make it to that show or live to see day, yet they already knew that. With the anger inside him and the rage, it is clear that he shall murder them all on the spot.

Thinking for a second and watching the world, feeling the anger inside him only grow. Knowing that the only thing that is able to control his anger is lying on the bed in his tent and it makes him even madder when thinking of how such a Werewolf is able to make him feel. It truly makes him feel angry and the blood-thirst inside him needs to act on it and he does. Looking around he spots a Vampire and his lips curl up in an evil smirk and his eyes show only one thing, murder.

One by one the ruthless King began to kill them. Each dropping dead and limp in front of him like they were nothing at all. The once green grass now stained with crimson red blood that leaks from their wounds as he attacks them. All he feels is satisfaction as he watches the life drain out from their eyes and he knows he is the one that is on top. He is the King and they are just his chess pieces which he will do whatever he wants with, even murder and slaughter. The show that was supposed to be later, it seems has now been cancelled as all of them lay dead on the ground.