C H A P T E R 20

Vladimir Bloodthorn

girl had gone into the bathroom and he waits for her outside. His hearing set on her heartbeat and breaths she takes in order to make sure she is alive and breathing. His razor sharp fangs are craving blood still and will not be satisfied until they have tasted her blood. His scarlet red eyes darken when he hears someone outside the door that knocks. "Enter!" He harshly calls out and the door is quick to open and a man steps inside.

Not the same one that had come before but a different one and one of his subjects, he could tell by the colors the man wears. "My Lord, where shall we put Killian?" He asks the King, still on his knees and terrified to the bone. Vladimir lets out a dark chuckle as even when growing soft he still inspires fear in others and will continue to do so. "Next door and keep humans in there at all times. Leave!" He rudely says to the man who still bows in fear and respect of the ruthless and merciless King who stands before him.

"Right away" The man speaks before he stands up and is out of the room in a second while Vladimir only rolls his eyes. His hearing once again turning to the one that his blood thirst aches to have and drink yet cannot do at the moment as she is still weak (but gaining her strength fast) and he does not want to harm her more. His eyes search the room to see how dull it is. The paint flaking at the top and bottom and also unnoticeable. The furniture lacking the care of them as the edges of tables have gotten smoother.

Siting down with a bottle of an alcoholic drink and a glass he pours himself into the glass until it is half-full and then gulps it down in one sip. Attempting to drown out the thirst for blood, her blood. Silence in the room is all he's met with yet that doesn't seem to bother him as his ears can only listen to her heartbeat and every so often hear how it spikes up but reaches normal soon again. Not knowing why nor does he care much for it as he continues to drink, first pouring it into the glass until the bottle is finished.

Standing up he gets another bottle from a liquor cabinet that is sure to be empty by the time that the two of them leave and return to his kingdom that waits for him eagerly. It does not take long before he has already finished the second bottle but as he was on his way of getting the third one the bathroom door opens and she comes into view. Her golden blonde hair dripping with water onto the floor and her skin clean and smooth. However the sorrow inside her ice blue eyes does turn his heart into a heavy one.

With his help, she walks over to the bed and there she sits. "Why do you bother helping me? I'm sure once I'm better you're just going to take my blood and this will happen again. Why not allow me to get used to this?" Her voice asks him and he rolls his eyes and smirks at her. She may never know how he does have concern about what happens to her and when he might not explain it, he doubts she can. Shrugging he sits down on a chair but not once do his scarlet red eyes leave her body.

"A Blood Slave does not lose as much blood as you did, normally a half or a full cup is taken at a time never more than that and then it can rest once again. He aimed at to kill" He answers, feeling himself compelled to answer all that she asked as he had been doing for a couple of days now. Always does she find away to get things out of him and she does not know it herself. "In theory I would be all right if that amount is taken?" She asks him.

Something shifts in her eyes, though he could not tell what it was nor did that interest him. All he wanted and longed to do was please her and answer all that she asked without a second thought. "Yes, for the time being. Often a couple of half cups a day are taken if being generous but like myself there are those who will release their inner... demon" He tells her with a dark smirk on his face that brings the fear in her eyes and the wicked look in his ones.

"Would you do that to me?" She then asks him and he shrugs meaning that he doesn't know. His whole body begs for her blood yet his mind simply cannot do that nor allow that to happen by him nor anyone. "I highly doubt anyone else will be as generous as I have been. When we are out there I do not care how uncomfortable you get, you cannot speak a word nor disobey my direct orders or they will do things worse than you can ever imagine" He tells her with a warning tone. The thought of other Vampires touching her make him sick.

The rage even worse if anything as all he wants to do is rip their heads of if they as much as touch her. "I will do as you say" She tells him and he could see that she was doing everything she could to not disobey him. While she might be a free spirit and a Werewolf, she needs to learn that he is the one that owns her and now he needs her alive in order to figure out why he has grown soft as it does have something to do with her.

"It is more than that. I suppose you are familiar with theater?" He asks her and she raises an eyebrow at him with a amused look in her eyes. "Sure" She answers with a smirk on her face while he rolls his scarlet red eyes at her. "One must act in order to be believable and this is your moment on the stage" He speaks. His voice showing how serious this is and how much he needs this to go right. The golden haired girl sitting on the bed nods her head yet he can see how nervous she is and how her heart has speed up.

"I also suggest to keep yourself calm for a pounding heart is what drives Vampires on and all would wish to have a piece" He tells her as he stands up and puts the glass on the table near the bottle. "What would happen if I were to fail at this?" She asks, leaving him stunned for a moment before he collects himself and turns to face her. His face as emotionless and hard as the day they met only the anger is not nearly as much as it was. "You do not want to know" He answers.

For a small moment no one says a word, they just stare at each other. He trying to figure out what she thinks of him as if it matters to him and perhaps he does. The silence could be cut with the sharpest knife it was so thick. The only thing he heard was her heartbeat and her breathing which the ruthless King has found himself enjoying listening to. Listen to the life that gracefully flows through her body and how her heart never stops working to keep her alive and well. He's amazed by it.

Vladimir then turns around and walks to the liquor cabinet and opens another bottle of whiskey. "Have you not hand enough of that?" She asks. He chuckles at her question before he turns at her as he sits down and picks up the glass once again and pours the alcoholic liquid into the glass. "For Vampires, alcohol works in a different way than it does most. Our bodies are not generating in the same way and it doesn't take alcohol the same way as it does to everyone else. Frankly, Vampires drink it for the taste not the aftermath" He answers yet he could tell it leaves her confused that makes him grin.

"That doesn't make any sense at all" She says. His wicked grin only grows evil when he sees her confused and he leans back in then chair and crosses one leg over the other. "I will be in need of blood for the night, however as I cannot take form you now, I will need to find someone else and I suppose you will not like the outcome of that for death is never avoidable when it comes me" He says as his eyes darken as the thoughts of murder linger in his mind.

The perfect slaughter is what he has been waiting for for a long time and being around her those thoughts seem to not want to appear and it makes him angry and perhaps even more deadlier than he was before. The ice blue-eyed girl shakes her head as she stands up and walks over to him. Vladimir's face falls when she stands in front of him with the serious look on her face. "Take my blood" She orders him and she sets her wrist out, the same wrist that is still wounded after he last took from her.

Raising an eyebrow at the Werewolf in front of him, shocked that she would even say that after all she is still weak from having no lost nearly all the blood her system had inside and now that she is getting better she wants to get rid of it. "Unfortunately, I cannot do that. If I were, I would not be able to stop and you will be another dead body to be exposed of" He tells her. A dangerous look in his eyes as he stands, puts the glass on the table and stands in front of her.

Looking down at her with shock in his eyes but also anger that she would give herself like this. Yet the poor girl is his Blood Slave and this is her propose, but he doesn't find himself able to take her blood. No matter how much his body and fangs crave for her blood and the red liquid to run down his throat but he can't. "You won't. Do it!" She challenges him as she puts her wrist higher for him. Making him hear the heartbeat in her wrist and the blood flowing through her veins.

Licking his lips as the hunger had begun to set in his stomach and the rage inside the hunger will only want to unleash the inner demon and he will not be able to stop himself, not when it comes to the girl standing in front of him. Her eyes show fear yet daring at the same time. The way that she challenges him brings forth feelings that he should not have but it also gets him excited about it that she would offer her blood for him when his hunger is ready to strike at anything and anyone if need be.

Slowly his hand snakes around her arm, a bit higher than her wrist and brings her wrist closer to his blood thirsty eager fangs that are ready to tear into her flesh and take all the blood in her body for himself. His scarlet red eyes then find her ice blue ones and she nods her head, as if she was answering his unasked question and he once again looks at her wrist as the hunger is begging for her blood and he smirks. Holding her arm tighter he finally allows his fang to pierce the fragile skin of her wrist until they've sunk deep enough and he begins to suck her blood.