C H A P T E R 6

Vladimir Bloodthorn

red irises glare with evilness at the stone floor. An animal growls escapes his throat when the boiling anger increases within him. His glare does not move from the floor and neither does he have plans to, like if he intends on glaring daggers into the floor and murder it on the spot. A murder but not a crime. The throne room is as dark and gloomy as ever and that should satisfy him yet it does not.

It remains as empty as ever and just how he likes it. Alone and with his own mind as his only companion, however he does await someone to walk through the doors, someone who's clearly late. Just on cue the doors open and a man walks inside. The King does not look up from the stone floor and his glare only grows. His eyes are narrowed and his thick black eyebrows identical to his pitch black hair touching. His tongue continues to run back and forth over his razor sharp canines that are eager to dig themselves into human flesh.

"Why buy just one Mutt whore?" The man asks as he walks closer to the King that still does not move his eyes away from the floor. Another growls erupts from his throat, louder and more animalistic than the one before. It echoes through the throne room and makes the man cower in fear of him. The King is not to be questioned by anyone. "Are you questioning your King?" Vladimir's voice booms and it screams power and authority that brings the man to his place. "No, My Lord... the Mutt has been put in a cell where it will remain until you order it so" The man says as he can't help but smirk as he remembers how he dragged the Mutt to the cell himself.

"Good, keep it unfed and don't make anyone come in contact with it" He speaks, his gaze finally moving away from the floor and up to the window that has been shielded to cover up the rising sun as she wishes to enter the throne room unannounced and unwanted. "Of course, My Lord. Anything else?" He asks him as he bows his head in respect of his King. Vladimir's scarlet red eyes look at the closed window yet it is see-through and he sees the round sun.

He lifts up his right hand and slightly waves it to the side, a sign of dismissal and he wanted the man to leave. "That will be all, out!" He cruelly calls out as his eyes ares still focused on the sun. The man is quick to leave, not wanting to anger his King any further and when the doors slam closed his scarlet red iris once more return to that one spot on the stone floor. The same where the Werewolf had hit her head and drops of dried blood have painted the floor with its crimson red color.

A smirk on his face as he can still smell the scent of her in there with him and the taste of her blood still fulfills his blood thirst. Only one drop of the crimson liquid running through her veins is enough to satisfy him for days, and he wants more. Human blood now has become garbage as Werewolf blood is all his body carves and longs for. In the darkness he can still see the blood on the floor and the powerful King would not want it cleaned for the scent that radiates off it begs him for more and he will need that thirst.

His dark and twisted mind already filled with schemes and plots on how he should torture and punish the Werewolves and starting with that one Mutt he has in the dungeon. The doors once again open suddenly only this time he does seem angrier and pissed off by the doors opening as he did not allow it. "Vlad, it's about time you have fun, now I've got a present for you... let me tell you, she's smoking hot" Killian speaks happily as he enters the throne room.

Wolf whistling when a naked human girl enters the throne room. Her body stumbling over the place as her legs have a hard time keeping her own body weight up. Her skin pale as the ones of the dead as almost all blood has been drained from her body. Two still bleeding holes on her neck and the blood runs down her naked form as she continues to walk into the room. "She's hot, right? Picked this one up this morning and the sex is wonderful. And I'm willing to share her with my King" Killian says smirking as his eyes are filled with hunger as the scent of blood hangs in the air.

A wicked smirk is plastered on Vladimir's eyes as the hunger in his eyes grows. The Werewolf blood might have satisfied him but when offered a Vampire does not turn down a free meal. Standing up from his high throne he walks down where the girl had stopped. His vision sees her clearly. Her blonde hair that flowers down her back and how lifeless her eyes already look as the end is near for that human girl, it is clear she would not leave that room alive.

His hand makes its way to her face that is staring into oblivion and the emotions all drained from her. His fingers catch her chin and he moves her head aside, giving him clear access to her exposed neck. Opening his mouth and showing his shiny sharp fangs and jamming them into the already two holes and he began drinking every drop of blood her body still had until the life had vanished from the human girl and she takes her last breath. Ruthlessly he forces his fangs out of her sink and then he lets her go.

She falls limb on the floor by his feet and he darkly chuckles. "Got anything worthy?" He asks his friend who can't help but let his dark smirk grow wider. "I've now tasted Werewolf blood and I want more. It's addicting to me and I want to become addicted" He speaks again, this time his tone has changed, grows darker and more evil like. Showing his friend that he truly is evil in the flesh. "Soon all Werewolves shall belong to you and their blood too. Dimitri's men are destroying the last of the Pack houses and bringing them in cages, where those animals belong" Killian says with an evil laugh at the end.

The King's eyes never bother to travel to the dead naked human girl on the floor and neither does he care about her now that she's dead and serves him no propose any longer. His eyes however do travel to the Werewolf dried up blood drops on the floor nearby. "No, I don't want just any Werewolf blood, I want hers" He speaks before he turns around and heads back for his throne. "Have someone clean this mess" He orders his friend who only has a confused look on his face.

"Of course, and if I might add, there have been known sightings of the one you've been looking for for over a decade, should I send someone out there and fetch him for you?" Killian asks, knowing that he can't bring his comebacks at a time like this, as much as he does like to he can't do everything in front of the King especially when he's blood-thirsty. Then he will show no mercy to anyone friend or foe alike. Vladimir raises his head when he sits down and crosses his left leg over his right one and stares at his friend deep in thoughts.

Then he smiles and letting his sharp fangs show. "Yes, and I will personally company them as I would love nothing more than to see the look on his face when he meets his maker. Oh, the plots of his murder shall be spectacular" Vladimir speaks, the last words a whisper which sends a cold shiver down Killian's spine. He's not called the merciless and the mist ruthless King because of nothing. "Of course, I would like to see that. After all, no one disrespects the King and lives. That is if they're not me" He says with a smirk plastered on his pale face. Old habits die hard it seems.

Vladimir nods his head at his friend. "Now leave me" He orders and one can not obey his orders and he knows it. The smirk he does shows all he's scheming murders and the bloodbath that will overflow will be his greatest achievement. Killian leaves and he's left alone in the throne room with a dead human girl naked on the stone-cold floor with two puncture wounds in her neck after Vampire razor sharp fangs and the dried up blood of the Werewolf that his body craves to have.

The sun hangs low on the sky and the night is soon to be welcomed with all its glory for the world to see and a Vampire King sits on a chair in his bed chambers. Facing the window that is the only source of light in the room but the light soon shall become nothing and the sun will tell her farewells until later when she shall return with another day. He rolls his eyes as he reads over the papers he has to go over.

Sighing Vladimir's scarlet red eyes look at the paper in boredom as he wants nothing more than to spill blood and enjoy it with all his might yet being King is not all fun it would seem and a King without a Queen by his side is no easy task but he would never accept a Queen to rule by his side or sit on the throne that should be beside him and was removed a long, long time ago. His fingers tap the side of the chair as the boredom fills him up.

A loud and proud knock on the wooden door of the room breaks the silence well as his boredom and he shall never admit it out loud but he does enjoy when a knock comes on the door for it saves him time to finish the paperwork that he would rather not be doing. "Enter!" He harshly calls out yet they all are used to his harsh and cruel tones as it is just the way he speaks, he is the cruelest Vampire and creature in the entire world and with each passing day he shows why he has that title as well as many others.

Female Vampire walks in wearing nothing but a long crimson red colored silk rope that hangs on her shoulders. A seductive smile on her face and desire written in her eyes. He sits back in his chair and looks at her with a raised eyebrow. The Vampire lets the silk rope fall gracefully to the ground and her smile widens when she sees lust and desire for only her appear in his eyes. With her foot she closes the door. "My King, I offer my body to you as a sign of my endless and eternal loyalty" She says, her voice purring with lust.

"Tempting offer and as most know I like the tempted ones" He says and his eyes call out to her and she slowly walks over to him. Sits on his lab then wraps her feet around his torso then she cups his head with her hands and places a kiss on his lips. The tension between the two grew as both experienced high feelings and soon when the sun disappeared and the night has come they shared a bed together and pleasure and pain came undone in their minds and bodies.