They met. For the first time. Or at least she met him.
He was actually surprised. He expected her to freak out, to scream, to grab her stake and stab him straight in his already dead heart. But she didn't. She didn't move an inch. She looked peaceful, calm. She almost seemed like she was waiting for him. Maybe she knew that somebody was spying on her. Maybe she was pretending to sleep just to see him. But he didn't care, because he was finally able to meet her directly, and for that he was very happy.
He clearly saw her face this time. He studied her face features and he started to admire how pretty she was under the moon light. Her skin was pale and white, but it gave her a certain purity and innocence. Her raven hair was messy and covered a part of her face but it actually suited her and her carefree persona. Her breath felt warm and tickled his face lightly. He couldn't help but smile, seeing her sleeping there like an angel. He wondered how a little, soft thing like her could sleep in the wild alone. However, she was very tough and strong despite her fragile appearance, and he couldn't deny that he was fooled like the other vampires.
He dared to touch her. How soft her skin felt against his hand! How warm her flesh was between his fingers. He could feel the blood, running in her veins and giving him a certain feeling of uneasiness. He wanted to stop before losing control of his bloodlust, but he couldn't stop modeling her skin and poking the flesh with his sharp claw. He finally stopped, as her big beautiful eyes flung open, watching him with deep concern.
The atmosphere was calm, all the feelings of fear, uneasiness and dread were suddenly gone and the king finally felt relieved. He really wished the moment could last. Only him and her, under the moonlight, no awkwardness and no fear. The young lady didn't move her eyes away and he could tell she was surprised by his strange appearance. He mentally chuckled to himself, a typical reaction. But what surprised him the most was how calm she looked. She seemed like she was…trusting him. Like she knew him for a long time. He could see her face softening, and a tiny smile curving into the corner of her mouth. The king felt suspicious. Perhaps she was hiding the stake behind her. Maybe she was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
But she didn't. And again, the king didn't want the moment to end. But he couldn't do anything. He had to stop before it's too late. Before he would lose control over himself and do something stupid, something both of them would regret.
He had to leave. He broke eye contact and flew away. He didn't want to look behind. He just ran away. It's better for both of them this way. But again, he couldn't take a hold of himself and gave her one last look from above before disappearing in the dark night sky.
There's no way he could lie to himself this time. He no longer could deny it, because when he saw her holding his cape against her chest, he knew that he was in love. He was in love with her. And the worst part that he felt completely powerless, because he couldn't stop the feeling from getting the best of him.