My cycles were generally short; the King, who had been sexless for quite some time, unfortunately sensed it.

There was no tricking someone that sexually frustrated as before this little vacation, he'd gone ten months without using his favorite appendage in the way that he wanted. Tonight Oliver had not been present though he had written a note for me on the door saying he fully intended on fucking me until the sun rose. Romantic, right?

The vampire traffic in this house had been amazing, non-stop, though today you couldn't hear the classical records being played; nor their speaking.

The E-book had mysteriously gone missing, I'd decided to make my way to his private library where I could read to pass the time. No sounds had been made, I'd simply thought they'd left for the night to catch up and make a stop to present themselves briefly at their fine establishments. That was okay, I was getting used to spending time with myself.

Up at the third floor was his library; this house was built to great; a hidden third floor; a hidden basement….

Well, despite the open feel of the mansion, everything was quite medieval. Typical Oliver; finding ways to do weird shit though I didn't want to know what horrible things he did in said rooms.

The grand Library door, was the only door in a very short single hallway; disguised as a closet. I hoped I would find something up here to read.

Opening the door, my eyes didn't go to bookshelf walls covered in book; but a group of vampires in black formal suites. Oliver, ripping, so quickly a heart out of a man who'd hadn't had any time to scream but gargle.

"Oh what the fuck," escaped my lips faintly, as I watched the king drink from the artery. I couldn't vomit; I couldn't faint, but my body froze in horror.

They looked at me, as the woman vampire, who was completely naked, steaming from the silver chains, screamed.

"Ignore her," Oliver demanded. His hands, his lower mouth here covered in crimson. Slamming the door immediately, I didn't bother to ask anything.

Why did they have to take her clothes off.

That didn't matter. I just watched Oliver rip the heart out of someone's chest! Just turning around, hearing faint screams; I ran down the stairs, into my room, locking the door, with every single piece of furniture, and window; using the force of fear to move the incredibly heavy objects, then straight into my closet.

What the fuck.

My mind went on and on trying to get Oliver, drenched in blood from my head. That still beating heart in his hand—he would feed on that dead body. Oh fuck!

Sitting in the corner of the deepest part of the closet, tucking my body in tight I tried to control my breathing; overwhelmed, fighting off the urge to cry. Now, I was sick; suck to my stomach; the blood coming from the poor man's mouth as he shuttered after collapsing to the floor. I was just glad I hadn't made eye contact though I couldn't say much for the woman.

Still, I couldn't dwell on what I'd just seemed though I was already consumed.

Not knowing how much time had gone by; I heard him knocking on my door, "Open the door, Autumn!" he wasn't here to play games. The loud crash of expensive furniture made my jump, as I'd assumed by the shaking of the walls, the whole door had been thrown out if it's hinges. "Autumn," he growls, "Get out of the closet right now."

I have no time to move when the lights turn on and that door too had been torn from its hinges. I shut my eyes tight, hiding my face in my legs, as I feel his presence move the long dresses, and look down on me.

"What the FUCK where you thinking?" he demands.

Though I was scared, I wasn't going to tolerate that abuse. Tears spilled down my face, "What I was thinking was you were home!" I yelled back, my emotions becoming too strong. More tears dropped though I wasn't in hysterics. "Since the E-book went missing I had to find another way to entertain myself. You told me I was free to use the library whenever I wanted. I took the offer not thinking you'd have some sick killing ritual!"

"Killing ritual?" he asks, bending down, "I was doing my job as the KING, punishing the vampire and her play toy—they had done unthinkable things."

"That was some fucked up shit—don't you think if you didn't want anybody going up there you'd put up a sign or something? That's what you get for trying to soundproof shit too! Stop thinking I know everything!"

His face still had blood on it, just like his hands.

"Why was she naked?" I ask, suddenly , drying the tears from my eyes. "What happened to the vampire?"

"Her toy was sentenced to death; she was chained, and is sentenced to he fangs being removed, and three years starvation—as to why she was naked…

"Well, she'd sort of just arrived that way. The man who runs the authority is somewhat of a sadist. His eyes glower at me, his fangs still out, the disappear with that popping noised. "I'm so full," he sighs, "though that little vampire justice emergency is over… I think I wrote you a note—"

"Oh yeah, I'm just so turned on. Look at your face! It's covered in blood. Don't touch me—go clean up. Just looking at you in this state makes me sick." I stand my ground, "Move."

"Give me what I want," his fangs pop out again. Through his plain V-neck, I look at his stomach, though normally it's flat, rock hard I couldn't help but notice the bloat. It's cute.

Rubbing his tummy under his shirt, I look into those eyes, "Didn't I already tell you that you have no say in when I have sec with you. It's my body," my tone is calm, as he's eyes soften. "Does your belly hurt?" I ask, trying not to press to hard against it.

"Tummy?" he detests the word. "No my stomachdoes not hurt."

"You sure?" I ask, lifting his shirt so I could see, his body made no noise but the protrusion looked quite painful. It was hard, as I rubbed it with my palm.

"I'm fine," he shoves his shirt down, snarls, and lets me leave.

Thinking nothing of, I was suddenly struck violently with the chills as I passed him.

"Are you?"

"Maybe," my voice breaks, counting to three silently in my head. "I don't know—Yeah, I think I'll be alright." Another lie, slipped through my mouth as I say on my bed, falling into it as the springs of the pillow top gently bounced me. "If I were weak, I would have probably thrown up. My stomach isn't even the slightest moved. I'm just afraid of you—losing you in these politics. You change, then all of this stuff you had probably been doing when we were together…feeding, ripping out people's hearts."

"Autumn, I can assure you that is my job. He needed to die, and that's the quickest way."

"Huh."

Cold skin ran across my leg, "This isn't what I wanted for us. I thought that maybe you would just be oblivious."

I looked into those ice blue eyes, glazed over with worry though his face, as always never moved. I didn't know if I could handle all of this.