C H A P T E R 22

Vladimir Bloodthorn

had walked out of the room, leaving his Blood Slave sleeping soundly. With her blood all over he could not stay there any longer. The temptation to sink his razor sharp fangs into her skin once again was overbearing and he did not wish to bring more pain to that girl that has been through so much. He had gone to the brothel where a Vampire woman sits on his lip. Kissing his neck. Yet even when he has a woman being intimate with him there is something missing.

Something that he does want yet has not realized it. The brothel is filled with moans and screams of pleasure and as the woman begins to undress him and seduce him he can only sit there. With his mind on the sleeping girl in the room. Her blood still running through his veins. Making him stronger, faster, better yet still he feels different. Perhaps some of her emotions had transferred into her blood. He does not know and as he narrows his eyes at the Vampire woman on his lap that only wants one thing from him he feels the strong sense pull him elsewhere.

Pushing that aside he allows the woman to do whatever she wished with him and he sits there. The pleasure runs through him when she begins to do things to him yet all he can see is her ice blue eyes and her golden hair and regret runs through him like never before, regret that he has never felt in his immortal life and he pushes the woman off him as this bad feeling flows through him. Dressing himself into clothes he suddenly finds himself hearing a scream. Not just any scream. Her scream.

Anger runs through him as he runs back to the castle and down the hallways. Throwing or attacking anyone that stands in his way to that girl. Slamming the door open and enters the room, her blood is what he's faced with and it takes everything in him to control himself. His scarlet red eyes scan the room, looking all over to see where she is as he did not see her on the bed and that is when he realizes that she's not in the room. The anger in him turns into a boiling rage.

His eyes see only red as the murderous thoughts enter his mind, the things that he would do to anyone who dare lay a hand on his Valentina.... his Blood Slave. He shakes his head as he doesn't know why he thinks of her as his. Perhaps because he was the one that bought her but he does not think of her as someone that he bought. However, now is not the time to think of such things as he goes out of the room and follows her scent. Leading him down the hallways. The rage and anger only growing more and more unstable the further he goes and the longer he is without her.

Her scent filled his nose and it was the only thing that kept him from tearing through everything and everyone to look for her yet it would only make him calm if she were with him, if she were in his arms and she was around him. Only then he would calm the rage down, only she can. The hallways then end and he loses her scent. He can still smell her blood yet it disappears into the forest that is around and she is gone he realizes.

She did not walk there herself as she was in no condition to walk and if she would blood would coat the floor yet it is not. She has been bandaged and then taken. His anger only grows and as a Vampire servant walks past him in fright he picks him up and snaps his neck. Allowing his body to fall to the ground like he was nothing but the air around him. Breathing heavily he turns around and walks back to the room where he looks around the room. Blood puddle near the table and a spilled alcohol bottle on the floor beside it shows the wound was sterilized.

The anger inside him is so much that every instinct is to tear down this entire world to find her and bring her to him. He wastes no time to leave the room and call forth a meeting with the King and Queen in the castle and soon they were standing in a meeting. All tired after the day but he does not care. The look of terror on their faces when they see the inane look on his face and the anger inside his eyes that wishes only to kill.

Slaughtering them would be as easy as killing the servant and none of them would be able to fought back because not only was he ruthless but he was also strong and now that he has a Werewolf blood running through his veins he's even stronger and even deadlier. His white razor sharp fangs are eager to dig themselves into the flesh of something, something that he wants to kill. No matter who or what it is. Only he does not wish to kill her. Never her but he does crave her blood more than he has ever craved anything in his life.

"My Blood Slave has been kidnapped!" His loud powerful voice booms over them. He does not want them to know how much he has started to care for her even when he tried to ignore it and push it aside. "I will not tolerate thievery even when it is for something lowly as a Blood Slave!" He says to them. They listen to his every word even when they are people in power too. He is the most ruthless of them all and he will not allow this to happen, that they know and he sees how frightened they are of him and it brings nothing but satisfaction.

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A search party had gone out looking for her and it took everything inside him to not go with yet he had to remain the King that he was and not what he was at the moment, worrying sick about her. They had been given instruction to come with her unharmed and he had threatened them that if they would as much as taste her blood he would not hesitate to bring them a fate that is worse than death. To them he only wants her because she is his Blood Slave and a Werewolf.

Now that most Werewolves have been slaughtered or sold it is important to keep the Werewolf Blood Slaves that are left. Sitting in the chair of the room and staring down at her blood puddle. Not knowing if that is from her wound or from a new one. From the scream that still echoes endlessly through his mind he felt her pain, he did not know where her pain came from nor does he know what had happened to her yet he will not rest until she is in his arms once again.

Where she belongs. The anger inside the ruthless King is never fading away and it will not until he touches her soft skin and smells her sweet blood that can only make his stomach full and his body satisfied. The world before him becomes dull where he sits and as the seconds are passing by him, there is this strange feeling of pain that he has never felt before. Valentina did something to him, something that has never done before and she did it without knowing what she did nor has she any idea that she did anything at all.

Yet she did. She changed him. Before he would've bought a new Blood Slave. If he would've gone after his last Blood Slave and her capture he would've hunted them down and killed them on the spot himself, both of them would end in a horrible death for ever trying to get away from him, whether that were the Blood Slave's fault or not it is still it's punishment for fulfilling their duties and there is nothing worse then when Vladimir is hungry and right now he is hungry. But he desires not another Blood Slave nor blood from any other living being. Only her.

A knock on the door breaks the silence and then the door opens as his head snaps to the door or rather the person who has stopped inside the room and cruelly glares at a human woman that has entered. She goes down on her knees and bows her head before him. "My Lord, I offer you my blood" The woman speaks. He stands up from his seat and walks over her until he stands in front of her and looks down at her pathetic body in disgust as he does not want her blood.

"Stand up!" He harshly orders her and she does what he commanded her and she stands up but her head remains looking down from both fear and respect and in normal situations he would take blood without thinking twice yet now he only wants the blood of Valentina for she is the only one that can make him feel satisfied but he would not take her blood unless she offers it to him herself. Within a blink of an eye he has taken her by the neck and lifted her up into the air where she chokes as she tries to free herself.

Her pathetic tries make him darkly chuckle. "You assume I want the blood of lowly human. I am a King! I don't drink blood from a lowlife like you!" He yells at her before his grip on her neck tightens to the point where he squeezes so hard that the bones in her neck snap and she falls limp in his grip and he throws her against the wall. The cracks of bones breaking is heard before it goes silent. "Such a shame, she was tasty" A voice comes by the door and he rolls his eyes as Killian stands there leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face.

Clearly enjoying the killing that Vladimir had done. "One wrong move and that will become your body" He tells him in a warning tone as he returns to the chair that he was sitting in before. "Did you murder someone in here? Other than the human, this place is filled with blood. The smell of it makes me want to taste" He says, thought Vladimir could tell that he's just trying to make him more angry, though he's not even sure of that is even possible.

It feels like his anger limits have passed a long time ago and the longer that there is anger inside of him the more he can plan the horrid things that he will do to those that took her and if they as much as touch her, he would give them something that they've never experienced before and he will take great pleasure in torturing them and then kill them and feel no remorse whatsoever. "Leave while you still live!" Vladimir orders his friend and despite him being his friend it does not mean that he will not kill him for he would.

Killian only chuckles as he enters the room which makes Vladimir roll his eyes. "The Werewolf Blood Slave that you care for is missing and you sit here in your own pity" Killian says, yet he only states the truth. "I heard one servant say that he smelled Werewolves, a lot of them" Killian then speaks to his friend as he finds a place on the bed that isn't covered in blood and sits down. Vladimir stands up, realizing that she was not kidnapped by one of his enemies, she was kidnapped by those who she knew. Werewolves.