C H A P T E R 10

Vladimir Bloodthorn

cruel smirk on his pale face as he holds the man up against the wall by the neck choking him and cutting off his air ways. The man struggles against his strong hold and struggles to breathe. Clawing at his hand to free his neck. His scarlet red eyes watch in amusement as the life slowly begins to fade away from his eyes. When the man goes limp he drops him to the ground and leaves him like that, on the verge of death.

Vladimir walks away leaving the poor man almost dead on the ground and doesn't think twice of it again. Killian follows behind him with an evil smirk on his face. "He should have known better than try to double-cross the King" He says and he does take pleasure from watching his friend almost kill a man and does not even care that a life was almost ended, but on the other hand the Vampire doesn't care about any life in any shape or from. "Yes, he should've. Yet he dared to try to betray me!" Vladimir answers.

The anger is clear in is voice and in his eyes. He stares in front of him with a glare that could send a man digging his own grave bury himself a life in it. A glare that is so hateful that most would die of terror just feeling it on them. "I see your blood-thirst is still vengeful. I was thinking now that the Werewolf Blood Slave that you have has woken and is not dying anymore that you could eat her. I see how strong you've become since its blood entered your veins" Killian speaks.

Couple of days after he had consumed only few drops of Valentina's blood he began to feel different and one that does not know the King would never see nor know the difference in both his actions and behavior. Not only did the ruthless Vladimir become much more blood-thirsty yet does not want blood other than hers. He began drawing closer in her direction without knowing it. Killian had noticed it a couple of days ago when he was always walking to the room yet never went inside just stayed on the outside and he did not even know why he did that.

He lets out a animalistic growl when he says that. "A drop of its blood won't be spilled until its in good health. That way it will last a long time" Vladimir says. The two walk over to a balcony nearby and out outside. The half moon hangs over them as if it mocks them. The clouds are dark yet not as black as his heart is. The stars show no beauty in their eyes. Killian chuckles. "If I did not know better, I'd say that you are trying not to drink her blood" He says after having thought about it for some time and realized he might be right about it.

Vladimir turns around and glares daggers into his friend's skull and sending him a warning look not to question him again. "You think one thing but your actions are clear as the night we stand under" Killian speaks, not caring for the threat that was sent his way. He only smirks as he had realized something wicked. "You are the King and as the King you are bound to be wanting a Queen soon, why not take it as your Queen? Of course it will never rule but wouldn't it be fun?" Killian asks him.

The idea of that is swirling in the King's mind and it may sound tempting he cannot do what his friend is suggesting he'd do. "A King such as myself does not need a Werewolf to sit on the throne. Not when its species is going extinct. It would give the Werewolf power to have one of their own on throne. We cannot win a war with them and murder each and every one of them if it is on the throne. No, I have much different plans for it" He says, answer his question.

One cannot deny the evil smirk that goes on his face when he says that. Vladimir doesn't do the things he does without a reason and why he doesn't murder her right way is one of those reasons. After all, he who waits for his prey to be the most vulnerable will have no resistance. "What do you plan on doing? Wait, let me guess, you wish to bed her and let her keep your bed warm and then drink her savory blood?" Killian asks. He looks out into the distance from the balcony.

Wondering what the next day will offer them, though all that is on his mind is blood and how much his fangs beg him for it. "More or less" He answers. Killian rolls his eyes at his friend. But he does see the evil in his eyes which makes him wonder what he does plan on doing with the Werewolf, yet he cannot find that out now. "Well, I see that I'm not needed here anymore. Also, if you do not wish to murder, then I will just have to amuse myself" Killian says and walks away from his friend.

"Whatever you do, do not touch that Werewolf" Vladimir says. The authority in his tone is enough to make any man cower in fear and do what he says. There is after all a reason why this ruthless man became the King that he is today. Killian rolls his eyes and leaves Vladimir alone on the balcony with only his thoughts and that was his plan all along, as he never had anywhere to go. The King leans against the wall of the castle as he stares out, similar what his friend had done only few minutes ago.

His mind racing with thoughts, both confused and not understand what he should do now. He would never admit it out loud yet he can feel some kind of a pull towards the Werewolf, and his stubbornness pulls him away from her. His scarlet red eyes glare with hatred at the moon as he turns around and begins walking down the hallways. His body not in control by his mind walks to the room where Valentina is. He stops in front of the door. He can hear her heartbeat beat and her soft breathing. Vladimir can hear she's awake and alone in that room. A perfect opportunity for him to make his presence known to her.

With one hand movement he slams the door open. Her heartbeat goes up as the fear begins to take over her. The amount of hate and disgust that he has in his eyes is enough to make her whimper. The quiet sound rings into his ears but he ignores it and walks over to her. Stands in front of her and looks down at her as she sits by the fire. Her hair dirtied and messy, the little clothes she has on dirty and ruined and her body thin and disgusting.

She doesn't look up at him, her gaze is on the dancing flame. "Look at me!" He harshly orders her. He can see how her breathing quickens when he speaks and the devil's smirk travels across his face. Slowly and hesitantly her head snaps over to his and their eyes meet. Scarlet red to ice blue. The furry in his eyes is enough to make hers filled with nothing but fear and terror which only makes the King amused. "Stand up and follow me" He orders her. For a moment she does nothing.

Until her body slowly begins to move. Slowly and each second her throat lets out a wince out of pure pain. Pain that he likes her being in and his lips curl up into another smirk. Vladimir turns around and walks out the door, not waiting for the girl at all and doesn't care about it at all. Though he can hear her almost cries in pain. "What is the matter of this?" A voice comes from behind him as he turns around. Marcy stands by the door, switching her looks between him and inside the room to the girl.

He rolls his eyes in annoyance as he had had enough of this. "I don't need to explain myself to you. Learn your place" He says to her, rudely and cruelly. Marcy doesn't look frightened at his threat. "She is hurt and she can barely walk. Give her more time" She says, not caring who she is talking to. With anger laced in his eyes like a poison in blood veins he walks over to her and stands in front of Marcy. Neither one of them noticing the girl leaning against the door with pain written all across her face.

"It shall do as I command, as will you" He says, almost shaking with anger. Marcy looks at the girl and gives her a apologetic look before she begins helping her walk. He rolls his eyes with annoyance and anger as he walks down the empty and dark hallways. Never caring if they are following right behind him or far behind on the way. He walks in the darkness like he owns it and the blackness around him amuses him greatly because the dark is where he is the mist powerful and strong. Vladimir walks to his room and opens the door.

Inside everything is silent and dark and gloomy like the rest of the castle. He sits down on the chair and takes a silver glass that was waiting for him on the table near his paperwork. Inside the glass is the crimson liquid which he gulps down in one sip. A couple of minutes he waits until Marcy arrives with the girl. The tears streaming down her face and the fright so visible in her eyes that one cannot miss it. It brings a evil look upon his pale face when he sees her this frightened of him.

Marcy leaves after she has helped the girl get there, not wanting to suffer the consequences of disobeying the King. She holds onto the wall for support and looks around herself. But all she sees is black and he knows she won't be able to see a thing in this darkness. He lets out a cruel laugh, so cold and dark. "You are my Blood Slave. I assume you know that is?" He asks though his question was only a joke for all should know what Blood Slaves are. When he sees the confusion in her eyes he chuckles and stands up. Still holding the silver glass.

He rips her hand out and holds it in place over the silver glass. Using his sharp fingernail he slashes her wrist, earning a wince and a whimper from her. He sees the blood fall down her palm and fingers before it drips into the glass. His blood-thirst goes over the roof as all he wants to do is drink each and every last drop of her blood. His razor sharp fangs beg him to rip her throat out and slaughter her right where she stands yet he does not as if there is something stopping him from doing so.

The crimson blood leaks slowly and soon nothing more comes from her wrist and he throws her arm back to her and turns around and sits back on the chair he once sat on before. He looks down at the blood in the glass with interest before his scarlet red eyes gaze over to her. "That is a Blood Slave among other fun... activities" He says which makes her pale and the fear he has inspired inside her fills him up with a rush of adrenaline. Taking the silver glass to his lips he takes a sip of her heavenly blood.