Sorry for the long waits (oddly enough, I actually wrote this chapter a week ago. I wanted to add to it, but then decided to go ahead and edit it and post it.)
Thanks to the people still reading! (And the next chapter to WTC will come eventually, as soon as I can think of it)
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What's the matter with me- Gorillaz
Things with Draconis had begun to turn violent. Before had been a paradise compared to now, which is my version of hell. Any sane person would consider this hell...
I was confined to this one room. Actually, this couldn't even be considered a room; I was in the closet. Draconis had meant it when he said he wanted me behind closed doors where he could easily get to me, only that didn't technically mean in his room. He always threw me in the closest when he was done and left me there. I'm like his favorite toy; he plays and then puts me back in storage when he's finished. I wasn't allowed to touch anything, only sit in my misery. I wasn't allowed to so much as breathe on anything. I actually made the mistake of doing so one time.
Draconis did not cared that I hadn't bathed in several days, nor had the time to clean my teeth; he only let me out long enough to relieve myself, pulling me out by the hair, laughing that I cried out when a few strands were ripped out. He would tell a servant to give me half a load of bread daily. That was my favorite time of day; the hour that I receive my stale, sometimes moldy, diner. I knew I might as well have been road kill, after seeing how he looked at me, when he opened the door one day. I knew I must have smelled it.
Sneering, he told me my smell was beginning to seep into everything. I couldn't tell him that it was his fault. Punishing me was his favorite pastime, for miniscule mistakes. Draconis was fond of breaking bones; lucky me, he called the healer afterwards every time. Said he didn't want to fuck a cripple. I tried to strike him once; he snapped my arm in half.
Day in and day out, it was my life. And there was nothing I could about it. It was all that bitches fault. The thief. If only I could believe that...
I kept my head down when I heard the door open. I know I'm shaking, but there is nothing I can do to stop it. I guess I was time to do my duty.
I waited for the nauseatingly familiar, hateful, mocking tone he always had whenever he spoke to me. It didn't come.
"Get up." I was surprised at how emotionless the vampire king sounded. Unfortunately, in my surprise, I hesitated.
Draconis' hand lunged forward to strike me, making me yell in pain. The blow had painfully knocked my head back and I saw stars form before my eyes. I tried to follow his command, but I guess I was too slow, so he grabbed me by the arm in a painful grip and dragged me behind him.
I closed my eyes and let him pull me. At one point, he released me, only to undress me. I opened my eyes to realize that we were in his bathing room. /Does he want me to wash him/ I asked myself, but said nothing out loud; I will not ask to serve him. I stood there waiting for an order.
But I got the surprise of a lifetime when I pushed into the pool of water. /He could have just told me to get in.../ I grumbled to myself after I surfaced; my heart felt like it wanted to come out my chest. It always got to me how deep the baths were here, the water came up to about mid-chest on me. I would have loved to take a swim. So warm…
"Clean yourself, consort." Draconis growled. "Your stench nauseates me."
I looked up and found myself staring straight into his silver eyes. I shivered at his intense gaze and looked away. I turned to find something to wash with and heard him strip and wade into the water behind me. I found a sponge and soap and began to wash my upper body when I felt him come up behind me. /did I do something wrong.../ I winced when I felt the vampire place his hands on my shoulders. Even in this water, they were chilled.
I told myself not to pull away when he lowered his head to the juncture between my neck and shoulder, kissing it; he hadn't done that since... I quickly found myself relaxing. /One kiss and I'm clay in his hands.../ One lick was the only warning I got before his fangs penetrated the skin. Draconis' hands pulled me close to his chest while he fed; I let out a low moan and my head went back as I felt him such harder; he was beginning to harden against my backside. /I still don't undusted why... I should hate this... repulsive.../ I tried to think, but found it nearly impossible.
The door in front of us opens Draconis' mouth releases me.
"What do you want?" I hear him hiss; I could feel the sound reverberate through his chest. I look and see his wife standing in the door.
"A servant told me you were here and I thought you may have needed a bit of nourishment, but I see you've found it in the local whore." Lavender's glare is fixed on me the entire time. "I thought you would rather have someone with some sense of modesty, look at how the boy doesn't even try to cover his body in front of the queen, I can consider myself mistaken. I will be in my rooms if you change your mind, husband." She turned and left the door open behind her.
I heard Draconis growl after she left. She probably insulted him and I missed it. "Finish and immediately come back to the room. I will be waiting for you; leave the clothes." He gave my shoulders one last, painful, squeeze and he left.
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Council meetings always left me frustrated. I wanted to tear out the throats off those incompetent bastards and give them to the vermin. However, I knew that would not be a good idea; I kept them around for whom they knew, not what they knew, as it was apparent that they were all brainless.
I had to stop myself from tearing the door off the hinges in frustration when I entered my rooms. I knew what could help me relax me. /At least the boy is good for one thing.../ My hunger was also starting to grow...
I was still uneasy around him. There was something about him... I have wandered if, by accident, I did find my mate, my other half. However, I refuse to believe that this imbecilic weakling could be the one. I have never needed another being and I will never need him! I have seen what happens to the ones who come back with their mates; they quickly succumb to them. Those idiots actually believe they had fallen in love with their humans; one of my own advisors fell for this... sickness; he quickly turned him into one of our kind. The man would probably kill himself, if his mate wished it.
I can tolerate the boy, Harold..., but I will never love him. I will never stoop down and become that weak.
I open the closet door to see him quivering in the corner. /exactly were I want him./ I grin to myself, but then my nose gets assaulting from the stench wafting from him.
"Get up." I suppose I could give him one indulgent.
The boy refuses to follow my order and I feel myself become angered. /how dare he! I decided to be "nice" and he ignores me/ I automatically strike the boy, almost enjoying it when I see his head rock back and he screams. After my moment of enjoyment was over, I reach to grab him. /If he refuses to walk on his own, then I'll make him go where I want./
I bring him to my bath and undress him. I may not always enjoy his company, but his boy never fails to entice me... I run my tongue along the protruding teeth as my hands run down his side. However, there are more important things to deal with right now.
I wait for the boy to get in, but to my irritation, he just stands there. /Does he think he can ignore me/ Annoyed, I push him over the edge. "Clean yourself, consort." I growled. "Your stench nauseates me."
Harold looked up and I almost found myself stuck; I was glad when he looked away. I watched him wander around the bath for a moment before I decided to get in myself. /why let him have all the fun.../ With pleasure, I watched him still when I made my way behind him.
He almost looked like he wanted to flee when I placed my hands on my shoulders; I loved how warm he always felt against my skin...
I love the way he always reacts. He wants it as much as I do and hates himself for it. With just a kiss, he is putty in my hands, ready to be molded... With one bite, I can do anything and it does not occur to him to do anything I don't want. I admit that I prefer him willing, however...
He throws his head back in pleasure when I suck harder, drinking more of his wonderful life force. I know that it kills him when he responds to me. It's almost too much for his fragile mind to take. My consort will admit that he wants this, one day. He will realize-
I am forced to remove myself from the boy when I hear the door open. I quickly feel my anger return when I see Lavender standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. /Oh, yes... I have a wife. I nearly had the privilege to forget./
"What do you want?" I hiss my words, and unconsciously grip the prince closer to me.
"A servant told me you were here and I thought you may have needed a bit of nourishment, but I see you've found it in the local whore. I thought you would rather have someone with some sense of modesty, look at how the boy doesn't even try to cover his body in front of the queen, I can consider myself mistaken. I will be in my rooms if you change your mind, husband." I watched as she turned heel and left.
I grew more and more irritated as I thought about what she said. /But why/ nothing she said was directed towards me, only the boy... I dismissed the thought to dwell on it later.
Distracted, I shook my head to right myself and directed my attention to Harold; the boy was frozen. "Finish and immediately come back to the room. I will be waiting for you; leave the clothes." I suppose I said that last part to piss off Lavender. I enjoyed seeing the boy divested of all his clothes and wouldn't mind if he stayed that way at all times.
I did not wait for him to respond. I knew he wouldn't dare not.
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