The door opened, I was reading my book, sitting strangely on the bed, almost reviling my underwear. I looked up; the King was wearing a nicer dress than usual. He usually wore jeans, the nerve, and shirts that would seem to add to his beauty, now he wore something similar to a tux. "Kagomelesa," he greeted. I growled as I stood. I saw him waver for a second as I did, his eyes darted over my body, they were now a pinkish color, and he seemed to blush. Was I making an impression to the King? "… Well let us be going," he held out his arm for me to take.
I reached out, I have never touched him before, not like this, usually he pinned me down and used his teeth around my neck, but never anything welcoming like this. His skin, even when covered by clothes, was still cold. As we walked out, I felt a sense of sadness leaving that room; I thought it would be the last time seeing the red walls and the various paintings of scenery. Once I took a step outside and the door was closed, my eyes adjusted to the lighter hallway, my bear feet was on the cold hardwood flooring giving me goose bumps. The hallway was short, before it led to an open hall that held may different vampires, many had women at their sides, who glared as I entered arm and arm with the King. I was now nervous, the King glanced at me, and he seemed smug and presentable, while I cowered in his grasp as we moved closer to the head of the great table. The two heads held two people, and along the sides were more than a dozen chairs. And along this table were smaller round ones that were for the lesser, but still honored.
"Sit," he ordered as he pulled out a chair for me. It wasn't unusual for a vampire to treat his slave like a normal being, but I felt so out of place around the vampires and whored women companions, for however long. "Let's see if you can handle yourself around them too," he whispered in my ear, taking his own seat next to me at the head.
"My brothers, and dear companions," the King started once everyone had sat down and conversation had stopped. I tuned out his words, looking out the windows to the twilight sky, the stars beginning to appear, and I could feel the fresh breeze through the drafts. "Let us dance," I heard him say at last before my daze came back to the table. Each vampire took their companion away from the table, and moved into the joined room that began to play music of all sorts.
"What do you think you're playing at," I asked as he turned to me once in the middle of the hall. "I don't dance."
"Oh, come now, all these women can dance," he simply put.
"Don't you dare categorize me as these types of girls," I growled low, I seem to take on a vampire's instincts when tempted.
"Oh, really, prove it then," his eyes were now the liquid silver that I found out meant curiosity. He slightly shoved me; enough to send me backwards a few steps then turned to another woman wearing very reviling clothes and began to dance with the old ball room music. I felt jealousy arise, but I was socked, this was normal for vampires to do, and I am just a toy, why would I fell like this. I muttered and turned away through the crowd of the vampire men and repulsive women.
"My dear," I felt a shiver, "Would you honor me with a drink?" It was an older vampire, he looked around his mid thirties, and he was treating me like a slave. He was good looking, but again like the King, looks deceive.
I smiled, "My dear lord, I would love to, but you see, I don't take orders from those that I don't know of, or even have the right to." I glared at the end, and the vampire look taken aback before he bared his fangs and tuned swiftly back to one of his three companions. The other two companions moved to my side.
"Who do you think you are, wench," one cursed, she was a short blond and wore only a fishnet top and a thong with heels, nothing else.
"Do not make a fool out of him, he does not like a smart woman," the other blond laughed darkly, she was taller but wore four inch heels and wore a pink skirt that was only four inches long and had only a fishnet top like the other.
"Then may I accuse you sluts of being dumb? Excuse me but I must talk to the King," I remarked.
They two both glared darkly, but they were nothing compared to the King. "You have no right to talk to the King once you have insulted our master." But I turned away form them. I felt the tall one move to smack me, but I ducked down to the floor, dragging my foot around in a circle to trip her off the heels she wore and take down the other with her. The hall stopped once they screamed like they were murdered. I stood, and glared at them.
"I don't care if you insult me or anyone, but I will not stand still if you sluts are going to even touch me. I wish not to dirty myself," I announced in front of everyone, I was happy as hell to get out my frustration.
I turned; the rest of the hall was staring at the scene. The 'master' suddenly had me by the throat, "You dare attack my slaves," he growled.
I gave an equal glare back, I was not afraid, the King was ten times worse than anyone here. The eyes were blood red, and I must have had an effect on him because they struck black with fear for a brief second before he squeezed harder. I would not cry out, but I looked directly at King with a smile, he was a few feet away, waiting for my call. My smile angered him, "Vincent, drop her, now" he ordered. I was dropped almost instantly. "Vincent, again you anger me," he began to walk towards him. Vincent shook in fear, his eyes pitch black.
Vincent bowed his head low, "Sorry my King," he was speaking formally. "I shall not displease you again." He bowed lower.
"Very well," King said, he was merciless, but this man must have some high rank, or purpose for him to be so forgiving. He turned to me, grabbing my hand and swiftly pulling me up on my feet. He smirked at me and he began to twirl me around like a dance. I glared at him but he simply said, "Play along with it. This show's your rank above the other slaves." I nodded, it was true, if I was personally involved with King, then the others would know that I was not one to insult. "You handled yourself well," he added after a moment, and had me twirl out then back into his grasp.
"Told you I am not to be classified as them," I matter-of-factly stated. I was thinking arrogantly.
"Maybe I should allow you personal lessons with the sword," he suggested.
I couldn't tell if he was playing or not, so I took my chance, "That is if you don't want to be knocked on your ass by a mere mortal." He seemed to look at me with thought.
"I think that you could not get close to doing so, but you could greatly improve. I shall see what your skills are first," he answered in defense. "See now, you dance," he proved as he dunked me, and looked into my eyes, then lifted me back onto my feet and lead me back to the large table.
"Whatever," I mumbled, it wasn't that I couldn't dance, it was the fact that I didn't want to dance with him. Or in front of the other vampires and their whores was just enough to make me hate it.
