C H A P T E R 30

Vladimir Bloodthorn

heart had stopped beating and that was when he felt his break in too many pieces that they he felt them crumble to the ground and shatter into even smaller pieces as they could never be whole again. In his eyes he held her tight to him, even when her heart no longer beat and no breath came from him. Vladimir is not a stranger to death, in fact the ruthless King has been the cause of more than a billion deaths all over the world.

Never has he felt any remorse for the bloodshed which he has caused and never has he felt guilt. But as he holds her lifeless body in his arms, the guilt comes pouring into him. Not for the deaths which he has caused but because he did not get to her in time, that he was not able to save her. The scarlet red eyed King feels responsible for her death as in his mind he can no one blame but himself for the reason why she does lie there died in his arms, he's the reason why she will never see the light of day again.

The carriage speeds through until it has reached the castle but by then she is already dead and there is nothing and no one to save her. The King holds her in his arms and does not allow anyone to touch her or come near her. He has her closer to him as if he were protecting her, and in a way making up for the part which he had in her death, though he will truly never be able to make up for what has been done to her.

He did not care for the stares that watched him as he carried her into his castle and through the hallways. As if the world did not matter to him, and it truly did not matter for the ruthless King. As a Vampire he cannot love and cannot feel but that girl in his arms showed him love and without knowing it taught him how to love and he fell for her. Hard. There is no question in that and he will not deny it. Love has struck him but he would gladly take the force if it means that it's her.

Valentina had not forced him to love her, no, she did not but he fell for her. The Vampire is puzzled how he fell in love with that girl, the one that was supposed to be his Blood Slave but the answers don't really matter. She does. Vladimir walks with her until he has taken her into his own personal chambers where he lies her down on the bed. In another world and if he had had his way, then she would've been in that bed but alive and breathing and sleeping whole he watched over her to make sure that she was safe.

Gently he lies her down so softly that one might wonder if it were even the King that has killed in cold blood that was doing this. Yet, he lies her down. And for the first time he truly soaked in her appearance and it laves him stunned for a moment. Her golden haired spread across the pillow yet still radiant, even when it has not been washed. Her face is pale, a bit paler than he can remember yet she still does hold beauty unlike any other and this beauty will forever stay with him.

Her skin is so soft and smooth, a true beauty in his eyes. Her close eyes make him wish to look into her ice blue eyes, even if for one last time. Her lips he wishes she would smile and never frown, her smile lights up even the darkest of rooms and it makes the Vampire catch the sunlight when he cannot see it nor touch it, as if he has been blessed with the knowledge of how the sunlight feels. Kissing her lips would make him feel complete as her kiss would be his undoing but in the best way possible.

Sitting down on a chair after he has put the warm covers over her body, he sits there for a moment. Watching her. The room holds darkness but his eyes can see her as he can see in the dark. His scarlet red eyes are only on her, as nothing matters to him but her. The hunger inside him from not feeding for a long time makes is pushed aside as he can only focus on her. The King has her but at the same time he doesn't, he has her in his sight but she is still invisible.

The minutes pass and not once does he move and not once do his eyes move away from her, as if for some miracle she would wake up and smile at him and laugh it off, perhaps make a smart comeback about his fear of losing her, and all of this had just been a joke which she came up with to scare him. And she would tell him how she feels and how much she would like to stay with him. The King does not dream nor has he ever felt the need to but at this moment he dreams of her with him.

Some might say that he has lost his mind and if one were to take a look at the King, they might confirm that he has but can one blame him when he has lost his only chance at love, he has lost the one person that has made him feel things which he never thought were possible? Vladimir's ruthlessness however would only worsen now that she is dead and she is now longer with him, as Valentina was the only person to have ever been able to calm down the beast inside him, yet at the same time make him angrier than he has even been.

A low chuckle leaves him as he can remember how much she makes him irritated yet amused at the same time. She has this effect on him that no one else has and it does leave him confused. As he sits there a knock on the door breaks the silence and without him speaking a word the door opens. A little boy and the Werewolf girl walk inside the room and normally the King would've killed both of them on the spot but he realizes that Valentina means something to them.

"We're sorry to interrupt but I felt the need to bring him here, so that he would get a chance to say goodbye to her" She speaks. The King could see both of their faces when he painfully forces his eyes away from him and saw how sad they were as tears were shed. He is also guilty for shedding tears for that girl. He sharply nods his head and it does not take long before the boy has slowly walked over to the bed. He takes Valentina's hand and holds it, whispers something to her and then kisses her on the cheek.

"Valentina sort of adopted him when she realized that he had no parents and no one to take care of him. She cared deeply for him and he for her. Just thought you should know in case you feel the need to kill my kind, that if you kill that little boy, you will kill someone that she loved" The Werewolf girl speaks as she stands beside Vladimir as he sits on a chair. He does not look at her. But a small smirk comes across his face but it's a sad one.

He knew that Valentina had a heart of gold and that she would take care of everyone and if she saw someone in need she would help them. She was kind and he understood the things that she did. She took care of a boy that had no one. "He shall be given a room here at the castle, and you as well" He tells her but doesn't speak anything else, not only for he has no desire to speak but also because he does not want to speak to her any longer. Though there are words he would like to say but does not.

That he's doing this for Valentina, as if she were still here. As if she had come for him with her friends and begging him to let them stay. He watches as the boy cried silently and for the first time the ruthless King Vladimir saw just how much Valentina affected many people in her life without knowing it. She took care of a boy even when she did not know how and she survived more than anyone else could've survived and somehow she was able to but in the end, death also wanted to greet her.

Vladimir stands up from his seat and walks out of the room, not able to look at her any longer. He cannot bear to lose her as he has already lost her once and it tears him apart. Makes the anger inside him more violent and much wilder than it has ever been. Making him want to destroy everything and everyone that took that delicate flower which he had kept safe and plucked all the petals away and threw it to the ground and stomped over it until that flower was no more, that flower was Valentina.

If only she had been with him, she would've been breathing. But now no air flowed through her body and she was dead. Far away from him in not only body but spirit and it will be a long time before the two of them would meet again, if they would even get a chance to meet again. It saddens the King to know that she might be going somewhere peaceful, to her Gods whom she believes in while he as a bloodthirsty Vampire, only belongs in one place and it is the furthest away from the woman that he loves.

He walks to his throne room and sits upon his throne which is made out of pure stone. The throne room is empty and the silence kills him yet makes him better at the same time. His own though tear him down as if they want to destroy him from the inside out and he would not blame them. With Valentina by his side, there is nothing and no one that he has to live for so perhaps he should not live at all. "Let me guess, planning a murder by any chance?" Killian speaks as he just annoyingly enters the throne room.

Vladimir scoffs as he leans back on his throne and fakes a smirk, knowing too well that his friend can see past him. "If you do not stop speaking than yours will be the one that I plan!" He hisses at Killian who can only chuckle. A glass of blood in his hand and he would offer his King but the fear of his head being removed does make him stay away and Vladimir is aware of this, as much as they are friends there is also fear coming from Killian of the King, even when he tries to hide it.

"I'm sure your mind has come up with your own death a hundred times already, so perhaps mine is on the bottom list" Killian jokes as he takes a big gulp. Vladimir has not drunk blood in a long time and if he does not drink some soon then he will be the next body that is found but all the blood that he desires is from her but now that she is dead and she giving it to him willingly. "Do not test me, I shall kill you if I-" Vladimir begins to say but he's cut off by a heartbeat that he knows all too well.