C H A P T E R 26

Vladimir Bloodthorn

blood drips down from a man's neck as he lies dead on the stone-cold floor of the throne room. His neck cut from ear to ear and his head half severed from his body that lies limp on the floor. A dark chuckle echoes through the throne room, coming from the King that sits on his throne. His clothing soaked in the crimson liquid and his hands as is covered in it as well. Blood splatters his face and hair and has dried off.

A smirk of evil on his face as the man is not the only body in the throne room. Two dozens of dead bodies scatter the throne room. The stone floor can barely be seen from the crimson red blood that has leaked from the lethal wounds. It paints the wall in splatters. The scent of air is hanging in the air like never before and it brings forth a heavy and metallic scent of death. Vladimir sits with his back against the armrest and his leg over the one across it on his throne, lying on the seat rather than sitting.

A glass of blood in his hands yet the hunger never satisfied. His eyes wilder than they have ever been. His hair all over the place as it has not been groomed for weeks. The viscous Vampire King is a mess without the Werewolf girl. His blood-thirst growing each and every day and the bodies are falling quick as the hunger for death drives him insane, no logical thought touches him as all death can get close to him. His scarlet red eyes are filled with evil as he kills and like before he does not show mercy.

He is even deadlier now than he was before and he will never be better unless she is by his side. A throne has been build beside his one, a throne fit for A Queen for as soon as she is found she will become his Queen and she will be his and his alone. Vladimir does not intend on ever letting her go. The throne is the same as his and is on his right and none has ever used it as she will be the first to ever sit on there. And he makes sure that the throne does not get even as much as a drop of blood.

It is not a throne of blood but a throne of claws and should never touch blood. The door to the throne room opens and Killian walks inside, a smirk on his face as he sees all the blood that he can feast off. This is better for him and he is enjoying himself. Still he must attend to his King and his friend. "Werewolves have been spotted" He speaks and it is only then that Vladimir turns to face the man that is his friend and glares at him.

"Another Elder that you have come to taunt me with? If so then cut their heads off, I am in no mood to listen to such things again" He speaks. Over the last couple of weeks Killian has been bringing him Werewolf Elders who tell him nonsense of everything and nothing at the same time which only annoys the King. "As much as I would enjoy ripping someone's head off and feats of their blood, I regret to inform you that a cave has been found with Werewolves in the hundred and it is believed to be refugees of all Packs in the world. Rumor has it that your Blood Slave might also be there" He tells the King.

Nearly jumping out of his throne, Vladimir sits on his throne instead of laying on it. His eyes widen when his friend had spoken those words and yet there is doubt in his eye-look. They have already looked for a month and two weeks and yet she has not been found and he has been going insane without her, he can't handle it. The King is slowly sinking into madness without the Werewolf girl that he has come to care for deeper than he would care to admit to anyone.

"Shall we engage?" Killian asks him, wanting nothing more than to have more Werewolf Blood Slaves and drink their blood as he loves being high on it. Though the King has forbidden anyone from ever touching a Werewolf blood without his permission, which is why the man who calls himself his friend is asking for his permission to attack the Werewolves at the second. "No!" Vladimir calls out, his voice filled with anger and he is not about to let anything happened to her if she were there so he as he stands up from his throne and walks past the bodies that are below it, and over to his friend with a wicked grin on his face.

"I shall be in command" He speaks. Walking past Killian and out of the throne room. Covered in blood the King walks down the dark and empty hallways until he has reached his chambers where he strips himself of his clothes and throws them away into the fire where they will burn and the tainted blood with them. He cannot have Valentina see him covered in blood and he will not allow her to see his bad side or the worse side of him.

The girl has already seen him angry and she has seen him when he kills but she has not seen him like this. Dressing himself into new clothes and wiping his face clean with a cloth dipped in water, he brushes his hair and walks out of his chambers, knowing that soon she will be in his arms. The thought about it brings this look through his scarlet red eyes and for the first time in weeks there is hope in his eyes as he had given up hope on finding her but now he's close, he can feel.

In a carriage the King sits, the wait almost being the destroyer of him. It has not been long since it took off but now that he is away from the castle it is as if hie feelings are starting to change and become real. An unknown feeling is squeezing its way through his entire body for a reason that he doesn't understand. His scarlet red eyes are constantly looking out the carriage, trying desperately to spot the girl that he wishes to be found.

Vladimir's mind only focused on two things, Valentina and murdering those who took her and if they have have hurt her in any way. If there is even a small bruise on her delicate skin, he will destroy all those who come near her. The thoughts of what he will do to those who hurt her have been running through the King's mind for weeks and there have been so many ways to murder tho0se who he wishes and he will not stop until they are at his mercy but even then he will never stoop until they are dead.

The carriage ride is taking forever as night has taken to fall and while the darkness has never bothered the King he wonders what will happen when the sun comes up and he will have no choice than to put his search on hold. The creatures of night are vulnerable during the day where the sun is the sovereign. His grumpy expression are not going to rub on his friend who sits across from him with a glass of blood in his hands. Killian, who insisted on coming along only to annoy the King and make sure that he is the first one to see what Vladimir will do if he finds her.

The girl that he cannot stop speaking about and his mind is filled with the thoughts about her. Hearing it has made murder seem even more interesting, and Killian has even thought about stabbing himself in the ears to prevent himself to hear the King's rambling about a Werewolf. "If you intend on being such a bore during this whole right then you are going to be at it for hours. It is a way long from here" He speaks, looking down at the blood in the glass.

Every so often a drop or two spills out of the glass cup that he holds in his hand. Though as he drinks one sip at a time less and less spills out as there is less in the cup itself. Vladimir glares at Killian and the look that he gives is clear as the moon that hangs in the air, in just moments he could literally throw his friend out of the carriage and let him into the night where he will stay until they are on their way back home. Though Killian is smarter than that and if he is not with them then the driver not know where to go.

It is Killian who has the direction, in order to insure his safe passage. He smirks at the King and gulps down the last drops of the blood before he throws the glass out of the window, not caring where it lands or where it will shatter into million shards that will stay there on the ground. Neither Vampire speaks a word after that and neither has any plans about it. As time begins to pass, Killian fell into deep slumber, snoring rather loudly while the King is seconds away from throwing him away.

Vladimir's feelings are only growing stronger. It is as if he can feel that she is growing closer and yet at the same time he can't feel her presence. She's so far away from him but he can feel that he's growing closer to her and when he is there he will never let go again of her and he will make sure that she is safe and that she is his alone. A Queen that is worthy to rule by his side and a Queen that is worthy of being with him, or rather he worthy of being her King.

Sounds are so distant in his mind as his ears are only trying to pick up the sound of her heartbeat, laughter, voice or just her life. All he wishes is to hear her again and know that she is still breathing. If she were not alive the King would never be able to handle it and the world will be at fault where he will destroy each and every one. His thirst for blood will never end and Vladimir would not stop killing anyone until he has taken his last breath.

A life without her is not a life at all and he cannot imagine how he could live for all eternity without that Werewolf girl and he does not mind that she is another species, he has come to love that she is not a Vampire. That she is a girl that grew up with a loving family where she was loved and cared for, he loves that she sees the good in everything. He loves how she stands up to the things that she believes to be wrong and that she never stop fighting, no matter the odds against her.

The ruthless King can only believe that she is his match and that they are meant to be together. Over the weeks he had learned deeper of Mates and he learned that the Goddess that Werewolves respect has chosen the two of them to be together forever. None know why and he does not question it. The girl belongs to him and he belongs to her. His cold heart is hers. As he lets out a sigh and waits the feelings heighten and his body tenses when he feels it. Vladimir begins to feel her life force all around him. Valentina is near.