C H A P T E R 21

Valentina Dove Blackclaw

pain. When he had bitten her she felt no pain run through her body. Expect she felt... pleasure wave through her like never before. She could feel him drink her blood, feel it leave her veins but there was no pain. Soft moans escape past her lips as she feels the pleasure run through her. When she should be screaming in pain and agony she is moaning. She closes her eyes to allow the feelings to heighten and for the first time she felt happy that someone was drinking her blood.

Yet only because it was her Mate. She realizes that it doesn't hurt because he's the one that is taking her blood but he isn't taking it, she's offering it to him. Valentina makes the discovery that now that she has offered her blood to him that she has accepted him as her Mate, a blood sucking Vampire and with it the bond only strengthened and she felt herself enjoying it. Her body once again growing weaker but now that she has gotten used to it, she doesn't mind it at all.

Seconds pass and then minutes as he took his time. She did not know how much blood he had taken from her but she knew that it was not that much. He was careful she realized. But at last he did let go of her and she opens her eyes to look into his scarlet red ones that show emotions that she has never seen there before and she can't be sure what they are. For a moment they stare at each other, ice blue to scarlet red. Neither of them said a word and neither of them had to.

Enjoying this moment was all they cared about. When the eye contact finally breaks she looks down at her wrists to see the wound and then just barely beside the wound, not touching it but close are two holes. Blood streaking from each of them to the side and leak down her wrist and then drops fall to the floor. Vladimir stands up and walks to the bathroom, he comes back with fresh bandages that he wraps her wrist in. She looks at him while he does it, he's gentle with her. As if he were afraid to hurt her.

The golden haired girl knew that he would never hurt her, she knew and believed that. Perhaps that was the Mate bond or perhaps it was her feelings, she doesn't know but does know that for whatever reason it is she believes in him. "We should go, the dinner will start soon" He tells her. Just hearing his voice sends her heart beating faster and she can barely control her thoughts anymore. The way that he touched her before, she wants to feel that touch on her again and more. She wants him to touch her skin and make her feel that pleasure.

She needs him. However now is not the right time for her needs as she is supposed to act like she belongs to him in all ways and have no say in anything, not that she did anyway. Nodding her head as he walks to the door with her following behind him. She doesn't know if she can face so many Vampires at dinner and all that would want nothing more than to take her blood. Never would shine willingly give them her blood and never would she feel all right with it as it only felt right when he did it.

When the door opens she follows him to the hallways, her gaze down at the floor but she remained so she could see where he was going and she stayed close to him. In case someone or something were lurking in the hallways which terrified her greatly. The hallways were silent as her ears picked no sounds up but the ones that she makes. Her fast breathing of anxiousness and her quick heartbeat which she's sure everyone can hear and can't wait for it to complete come to a stop when they drain her of all blood.

Soon they stand in front of a double doors and the doors open on their own as they walk inside. Laughter was the first thing she heard, laughter that brings shivering running down her entire body for all the wrong reasons. Her eyes won't dare look up from the ground as Vladimir leads her to the table. He sits down and she sits down next to him. In front of her is no plate nor anything else. However there is a sharp knife in front of her. She is smart enough to have figured that it might either be a test to see if she were wanting to escape or to cut herself to give blood.

As much as the ice blue eyed girl wanted to look up she bit her own inner cheek to stop herself from doing so as she had to play the part. "I've not had Werewolf blood in ages. Care to share?" A sinister voice asks and she feels her heart come to an stop when that man spoke. The voice is all that her nightmares are of and it brings forth fear that she did not know that she had. Knowing that she was the Werewolf he wanted to have she felt this pain run through her that Vladimir would give her up but she was surprised when he answered.

"It is mine and it's blood is mine!" He says harshly. His voice dark and twisted and it was as if he had become the one that he was when they met. "A King never shares" He then adds, his tone so evil that it brings shivers down her whole body. Valentina has not been there for long but the need to be back in the room is growing stronger with each second that passes as all she wants to do is get out of there as soon as possible.

The Vampires talk amongst themselves about things that she did not understand but what she found rather interesting is how somehow everything they talk about always returns to blood or torturing someone. She wondered if they ever got bored of it but then realized that they are merciless creatures (which she now knows have suffered a lot) and that is in their nature. Killing and slaughtering. It is just them. Valentina grew rather bored of being there as she sat still.

The fear kept her from doing anything. She played with her fingers and fidgeted. Often drew shapes or words on her skin with her fingers and sometimes she would play with the bandages. Every so often her fingers would run over the spot on her wrist where the holes after his fangs are and the feeling of pleasure runs through her. Even when he does not touch her anymore she can still feel as if he is still with his teeth in her body and drinking her blood, owning it for himself. As she was lost in her mind she did not know what they were speaking of but she gets startled when one of them throws a glass into the wall where it shatters.

Glass shards scatter everywhere, fly off to the floor and even the table. One nicks her in the ankle and she quietly hisses but the deed is done and blood leaks from the wound. Vladimir stands up and she does too. He roughly takes her forearm and makes her walk towards the door and she does. But not before someone has caught her slightly bleeding foot, making her fall down to the ground. Looking behind herself as she sits on the ground she sees a hungry looking Vampire.

The face shows nothing but hunger on her face as she stalks towards Valentina. Her hand holding her leg tightly to the point that the ice blue-eyed girl knows bruises are going to appear. Her eyes look up to Vladimir but she doesn't find him and only then she realizes that he has his hands on the female vampire. His hand has snaked his way to her neck and squeezes, hard. The Vampire lets go of her foot and she crawls a bit back as Vladimir lifts the woman up by the throat.

This time she could not look at the floor for she had to see it, it was as if she was compelled to look as she could not tear her eyes away from him. He whispers something to the female Vampire that is desperately clawing at his fingers and ticking. Barely breathing, her movements quiet down. As soon as the last word had come out of his mouth which Valentina did not know what was for she did not hear it, he throws the woman to the wall where she hints her head and falls limp to the floor.

In pure anger he forces her to stand up and follow him and she does so. The shock lingering in her body still as they walk the hallways to the room they were in. Her mind has a hard time finding out what had taken place and she's unsure of what happened but she knows better than to ask. He holds her forearm tightly but not once does he hurt her, only makes it uncomfortable but his touch does sooth her and make her feel better, it makes her feel things that she likes and wants to continue to feel.

No words were spoken until they were in the room and the door was closed. "Sit down on the bed" He orders her and she knows that he's already in a bad mood, not obeying him would only bring him further into anger which is a thing she does not want to do. Walking over to the bed she sits down. Her ice blue eyes catch that he holds on a wet paper towel but it smelled like rubbing alcohol so she realizes that he's going to clean her wound. He sits down on the bed beside her and once he has lifted her foot up she notices that it is much worse than she had thought.

While walking to the room she did not feel that much pain as her mind was so busy in shock but once she sees it, her eyes widen. A large piece of shard is stuck in her ankle, sticking out. Blood is slowly leaking around the glass and it is covered in blood. Her eyes find his face but she notices that not once does he look like he wants her blood. Perhaps it was for she had given him before or he is resisting it.

"This will hurt, I suggest looking away" He tells her but he doesn't look at her. His voice is gentle and from what she has heard tonight it surprises her that one moment he's attacking someone and she would assume threatening them but so gentle with her. Her speeds up as happiness pours in. Her head turns to look away as she already knows it will hurt. Slowly he begins to remove the glass shard. She could feel it. Biting her lip to the point that it bled and she tasted her own disgusting metallic blood.

Not once did she wince or scream, she bit through the pain and once it was out she could feel the blood heavily leak down her foot and onto the floor. He is quick to put the paper towel with the rubbing alcohol on it but that quickly gets soaked up with blood and he removes it and outs a fresh white towel on the wound and wraps it around. Stopping the bleeding might be hard but walking from now on will be harder. Valentina does not know how she was able to walk to the room in the first place, though she does suspect that adrenaline had played a part in it.

He manages to stop the bleeding, quite messily but the irony is that he always causes the bleeding and tends to not want it to stop. This is new for him as well as it is for her. None but her family have cared so much for her that they take care of her wounds. He wraps her ankle with bandages. She notices that he's calm when there is blood spilled for him to take she wonders why he did not take any of it though she doesn't question it.

"Is she dead?" She finally asks after a minute or two have passed as they sat there in the silence. A silence that she did like but found herself wanting it to end. His scarlet red eyes meet hers and for a moment she studied his eyes. Wanting something to let her know what ran through his mind yet she found nothing that could help her. "No. She is not" He answers but she can tell that he doesn't want to go further into it but she does. "What did you say to her?" She then asks.

He smirks as he stands up leaving her on the bed. Valentina looks down at the floor. Where the bed is there is a carpet which has now been soaking up a nice puddle of her blood that will soon need to be cleaned before it leaves a nasty stain. "I told her what her place was" He answers as he takes out a glass and a bottle of something alcoholic but she did not see what it was. She rolls her eyes. "Which is?" She asks. Feeling like a child that is constantly asking the why questions about everything and everyone.

"Beneath me and therefore you" He answers as he gulps down a half full of the glass that he had poured himself. She lies down on the bed knowing that asking him will be pointless as he would always find some way to answer her but it would not be the answer that she was looking for nor wanted. Like as if he were avoiding answering them but that she already knew. Vladimir is distancing himself from her yet pulling her closer to himself at the same time and in a way she does too.

"I thought I was beneath everyone, especially a Vampire that I'm assuming is of royalty" Valentina says. She remembers how he said that she was nothing and that strikes her deep in the heart and then he said that she was not and it does confuse her but not as great as how she is above a Vampire like the woman was. "I am after all a Blood Slave and I don't think that I should be above anyone" She adds. Not knowing why she is making a big deal out of it. Perhaps the blood loss or the shock inside her.

He chuckles as he faces her and smirks. "It has grown annoying how intelligent you are yet at the same time I do find myself amused at it" He tells her, though he doesn't say anything about what she had told him before and therefore she realizes that he has shut down that subject and has moved on to the next. It makes her roll her eyes at him. "How lucky I am to be your amusement" She says sarcastically at him as she is annoyed with him and clearly a bit angry as she wants answers and he does not give her those.

"Yes, you should consider yourself lucky. One might give their lives to be in my presence and you get it for nothing" He tells her and she bites her inner cheek to keep herself from rolling her eyes once again but she ends up doing it. She adjusts herself on the bed so that she is lying on her stomach with one of her legs up in the air while her injured one is softly and gently on the bed to make sure she doesn't get hurt again. "You will need to rest now as your body needs healing" He tells her.

She would not lie, Valentina is feeling tired and her body is weak from blood loss and she knows she can't even walk anymore for now she has an inured ankle. The ice blue-eyed girl is surprised that she doesn't need stitches but perhaps she does. She barely has seen her foot and seen how big it is. He had bandaged her. Nodding her head she goes under the covers and makes sure that her legs is facing a way that won't put any pressure on the wound. The pain still lingers and she bites hard on her own teeth and closes her eyes.

No matter how much Valentina tries to go to sleep, she finds that it is impossible for her to fall into the darkness. The pain comes and goes in waves and each wave that hits her is stronger and much more painful than the last. Brining her to the point that she is almost screaming her lungs out. Her inner cheeks and lips and tongue are bleeding from biting hard on it to keep herself from screaming out in pure agonizing pain that has taken over her.

Not knowing how long has passed she knows that he had left her some time ago. Before her tears had started to come and now salty tears have stained the pillow sheet and most likely the pillow underneath. The pain in her leg is too much for her to bear and it only grows worse with each passing second. Her eyes are closed shut as she desperately wishes to go to sleep as her body needs it and she needs rest from the pain that she wishes could leave her alone, if only for a second.

Whimpering and wincing as the salty tears are running down her face and into the pillow. Wishing that he could be there for her, with her. Valentina finds herself praying that he would hold her in his arms, her body craves his touch and she longs for his fangs to take more of her blood and bring her that forbidden pleasure that runs through her entire body when he does bite and suck the crimson red blood from her veins. She sits up on the bed and looking around and not seeing him makes her heart feel much worse than it had been feeling.

She longs for him like a child longs to be in its parents grasps as she just wants his touch and... him. Being there for her and holding her close. She knows he can take away the pain. With blurry eyes she takes the covers off her body and welcomes the cold to take her as she shivers from not only the freezing cold but also from fear and pain that has taken over her and it seem it does not want to let go off her body any time soon.

For a moment the golden haired Werewolf sits on the bed in pain. The agony taking over her body. Then she moves her leg, biting hard 0n her own tongue until she tastes the metallic blood that Vladimir likes to drink. Looking down at her leg to see that she is bleeding and she has bled through the bandages. Taking the still bloody towel that was on the floor after he had used it and she presses it against the wound. Almost letting out a scream as she does this as every pressure is agony to her. Salty water runs down her cheeks as she holds it.

Her body on the brink of exhaustion and her eyes have a hard time stay open yet once she has closed them the pain is all she has and Valentina can't even fall into darkness and sleep. Knowing that she is losing blood fast and how Vampires must be able to smell it from miles away she can only pray that he can smell her blood and that he is on his way. She can't do this without him, that she realizes. He is the only one that can take this pain away and bring her pleasure like he had done before.

Her heart is pounding within her chest as if it wanted to break out and perhaps it did, perhaps it wanted to go where it belongs. In the hands of Vladimir. Her panting from sweating so much as she had grown hot from panicking and trying to move around and get comfortable. A thought comes up into her mind she begins to lower herself onto to the floor. Making sure that one of her hand is holding the towel on her wound that still bleeds violently. Wondering how she has this much blood inside her body as she has lost quite a lot.

Valentina's small framed body is weak, not only from loss of blood but also lack of nutrition as she has not eaten much in days and there were days that she ate nothing at all as she was in the dungeon for a long time without food nor water. For the past days she has only gotten strawberries but as much as she does have love for the almost heart shaped food it is not enough to make her body feel full and it does not give her the energy that her body needs in order to function the correct way.

The stubbornness inside the ice blue-eyed girl is strong and she knows that she has survived near death and she has survived through heartbreak and betrayal. She can survive this and she will. The wound in her ankle is only one obstacle in her life that she has to break through in order to thrive properly. Crawling on one leg and one hand or at least tries to as she almost falls on her side while doing it and her hand and leg are burning with pain as she is not strong enough to hold her body weight, even when she has lost a lot of it over the past days.

After minutes with the pain inside her and the hard work Valentina finally makes it to the table where she had wanted to go to and she holds onto the legs of the table for support as she pulls herself to the chair and sits down. The screams are on the tip of her tongue but she refuses to scream. Refuses to show that she is weak. Only showing that she can get through this pain like she has gone through so much.