C H A P T E R 24

Vladimir Bloodthorn

King's anger was more than it has ever been as he had returned three weeks later back to his own kingdom without the Werewolf girl by his side. His army was everywhere looking for her and his blood thirst was more than it had ever been and the blood shed was doubled. The bodies were piling yet he did not care as he sat on his throne in the dark throne room and plotted his vengeance of what he would do to those who'd dare to touch his Werewolf Blood Slave.

Though he had started to see her as more than his Blood Slave and even came to care for her, despite him never truly knowing why he did feel that way and tried his hardest to get away but finding that impossible. Being without her has made him furious at the world and there is nothing he wouldn't do to get back Valentina. The past weeks have been pure agony for him yet another reason for him to go on a rampage of murder and slaughtering anyone that he sees fit to die by his hands.

His fingernails tap against the stone of the throne and if tapped any harder they could break. He leans back on the throne and stares out into the darkness yet can see clearly. Remembering the first time she was brought to him in the same room, though while it was not the first time they had met it was something that he will always remember. He had tasted her blood for the first time and can still remember the adrenaline thrill that went running throughout his whole body like never before and he became addicted to her sweet metallic blood.

Even now he refuses to drink any blood but hers despite it killing him from the inside out as a Vampire that doesn't get blood is going to die. The King's appearance has changed due to this. His face is more skeleton like from the lack of blood and pale than before as it takes the color from bones. The scarlet red in his eyes has turned more wine red and almost turning into black yet the anger inside him only grows and that alone is keeping him alive along with the longing to have her in his arms once again.

The three weeks that have passed have been slow and yet he felt as if a thousand years have already passed by without her and without her with him he can barely function. The thought about her makes him feel things that he doesn't know what is yet it is not hard for him to realize that he has fallen in love with her. Now his only wish is to see her, even if for one last time. Just to tell her how he feels and how he wishes they could be together and love one another.

Someone clears their throat in front of him and he grunts as he lifts his eyes to meet Killian's face who is smirking. "Now, I understand you are in pain and that is why I have come from the dungeons might I add to give you something better tha-" He begins. "Nothing is better than her!" Vladimir yells from his throne, his voice hoarse from his dry throat and the pain can be heard everywhere in his words and voice. While some might believe the King is weak at the moment then they are wrong for he's more deadlier than he has ever been and much more dangerous.

"There is if you know where to look. As I was saying, I have found a Werewolf elder that can explain why you want her and why you are..." Killian's trails off as he does all these hand movements and doesn't know what to say. "...like this" He finishes but the mischief inside his eyes is something that none can miss. He claps his hands two times and the doors to the throne room open and two guards dragging an old woman with them. She is in her eighties and has been treated so poorly that she does not have much left in her.

They throw her on the ground in front of Killian and then they leave the throne room as if they had never come at all. The Werewolf elder is covered in blood that was extracted from her and her clothes are ripped to the point where they do not cover much of her body. Her tan skinned body is so baldy bruises that her lovely olive color is hard to shine through from the marred purple and black as well as green and yellow bruises that have painted her head to toes.

"The Moon Goddess" The old woman begins, her voice shaky yet still can be heard clearly. Vladimir remembers from some weeks ago that Valentina had spoken something about The Moon Goddess and how it was a gentle spirit, he did not understand most of it as she does and yet he respected it in ways that he cannot explain and neither does he want to. "She paired you two together in a bond that is forever and stronger than all" She says and the King freezes in his stone carved throne as he can recall her words of Soulmates.

Killian smirks as he walks over to his friend. "What she had told me before is that you two were destined to meet and it was because of the Fates that you did and they had chosen the two of you to be as one for all eternity. The Werewolf girl had felt it the moment you two met and had felt the bond grow stronger each day you spent together. That is what you feel now and that is what makes you this way" Killian speaks before he claps his hands once again in the same manner that he did before and the guards entered, took the woman out and closed the doors behind them.

"Leave!" Vladimir says and Killian leaves, knowing he had caused some wickedness in his friend's head. Going over the events that he and Valentina had spent together he can see that she has always tried to get close to him but backed away because of what he believed to be fear but now it all seems to make sense. He would've liked it if she told him but understands if she were afraid for he had done things to her that inspire fear inside her heart.

The Vampire King has over the past weeks started to understand her and their time together and if was able to change it all he would yet he would. The thought about her makes his heart ache, the heart that he believed was nothing but stone inside and he was unable to feel anything other than rage yet she has someone got inside his heart and was able to let it beat in ways that no one has ever done. Being without her has made him more crueler than he has ever been and there is nothing and no one except for her that can put an end to his rage.

As he sat there with only his rage as company the air was heavy and draft and foul from lack of it moving around and getting the fresh air inside. He did not care much for it as air was barely breathable without her as he needed her to allow the fresh and sweet air to travel into his lungs and her scent would fill him up whole inside and make him feel things that he has never felt before but only with her.

It has been two weeks since his body could not sense her any more which means that she is either... dead or too far away from him that he can't feel her and he knows that she did not go willingly for what was discovered that a Werewolf had kidnapped her and possibly hurt or killed her. He did not wish to think of such things but what kept him going was either the thought of her or the everlasting thoughts of vengeance and revenge of what he would do to those responsible which will be the best deaths (which means the worst and the painfullest) that he has caused.

The darkness inside his heart is shining through him like never before and it is not going to wash away like rain until she is back where she belongs; in his arms and he will never stop looking for her. His whole kingdom is on the lookout for her as they have her description and while they believe it is all about how no one steals anything from the King and gets away with it, they don't want to cross him for Vampires do fear him for their lives and they would rather look for a Werewolf, the enemy instead of being a victim to his cruelty.

It is for no reason that he is called the most ruthless King to ever live on this planet and his wickedness knows no bounds as there will always be evil inside his heart. Though it would be less evil if he had her but even then he would never allow his evil side to go away for her as he will not change. He has gone soft for her, that is clear and as much as he hates it he has gone soft.

Standing up from the throne and feeling his body weak yet does not care he walks out of the throne room and towards his own bed chambers. The hallways are always the same amount of darkness in the pitch black environment and yet he finds comfort in the dark where the shadows and monsters dance on blood. Reaching his bed chambers he ignores and nearly kills the Vampire ladies who wish to keep his bed warm and human Blood Slaves that have been almost mind-controlled to only want to tend to his needs yet he doesn't want that as all he wants is Valentina.

Nothing will ever satisfy him until he has her in his arms but he doesn't and it makes him more angrier than he has ever been in his life. Closing the door he sits down on a chair and looks over at the mountain of paperwork that he still has to complete but has never found himself able to because he's either drinking his sorrows or slaughtering those who he wants with a wicked grin on his face and a wild look in his eyes that doesn't ever want to stop the bloodshed.

His mind kept running to her, to Valentina and everything about her. The way that her golden blonde hair always shone light pure gold despite it not having being washed, it was always gold to him. The way that her eyes were ice blue that it was like winter had invited itself to her and yet her eyes are so warm like summer. Her lips red he wishes his own could touch them and feel the warmth, the warmth that only she can give his cold heart with her kisses. Her body was perfect for him and the way that she moved and held herself and fought was something he admired.

The way that she talked and the way that she always had a mixture of sarcasm and sass in her words even when laced with fear, she spoke her mind and she did not care of the consequences. He admired it about her for she was not afraid of allowing her personality to shine through, even when broken to pieces that she is unable to pick up. She fights against the odds and will always fight for what is right. Her beating heart is pure and good and that is one of the things that he loves about her.