Vampire Mates

20 - Move On?

Vampire Mates
20: Move On?

How dare he?

It might as well be a universal fact that Demetri Arch, next-in-line King of the vamps, completely and absolutely hates me. What did he do to deserve this treatment? Nothing, if you’re the type that consider leaving me alone, stranded in a castle that’s like a fucking maze as ‘nothing’.

This was what that exactly happened.

“Lily,” Demetri called. The brunette looked up with a smile. “Do you want to see my throne room?” he asked shyly. I quirked my eyebrow; Demetri never struck me as the ‘shy’ type. I guess he showed a different side when he’s with Lily; it’s like a totally different him.

Not the cold, uncaring him that spoke to me rudely, or grabbed my arm impatiently, or looked at me like I was dirt.

No. He was then the sweet, loving, adoring Demetri that loved Lily to death.

“Sure,” Lily said, equally shy. She smiled hesitantly. Demetri grinned at that and pulled her into his arms.

“Shelly, Ramon,” Demetri said, earning the attention of the couple. “We’re heading to the throne room. Would you like to accompany us?”

“Who am I to deny your offer, Prince,” Ramon clucked teasingly. “C’mon babe, let’s see the lovebirds in action.”

Shelly rolled her eyes. “Sometimes, I think I’m the one wearing the pants in this relationship.” She sighed, but accepted Ramon’s arm, looping her hand around it.

“Please,” Ramon rolled his eyes. “You love me.”

Shelly sighed as Ramon, who towered over her by 5 inches, kissed her. I smiled. They were a cute couple.

As they walked down the hallway, I followed along. Well, that was until Demetri stopped at looked at me, his eyes narrowed as he frowned. “Whoever gave you the permission to come?” he asked. I looked at him in surprise. I looked at Lily next. The brunette bit her lip as her eyes darted between her lover and me. Dude, Lily. Chicks before dicks; sisters before misters, has the girl code taught you nothing?

“Well, Rose,” She began. “Since this is Demetri’s country, I really think you should listen to him, y’know…”

I gave her a disbelieving look. She gave me a look back. I knew her long enough to decipher the look as ‘Please, just let it go.’

I grunted in response. “Whatever,” I mumbled, slightly humiliated that Demetri had ‘denied my request to enter the throne room’.  I stomped away furiously to the other direction, which happened to be a hallway of different colors, and possibly from different eras. 

So, here I am. Still fuming over Demetri’s attitude towards me, still fuming over how my best friend had just dissed me for some douche, still fuming over how no one had stuck up for me.

Just for once. I just want to be main concern for once.

I sighed in defeat as I walked down the narrow hallway. The clacking sound of my sneakers padding against the marble flooring was the only thing that could be heard through the empty passageway.

Suddenly, I felt my head knocking into something hard, but bouncy at the same time – someone’s chest.

“Ouch,” I mumbled as I took a step back. I rubbed the top of my head before looking up.

Have you ever seen like a guy that looks so perfect that it doesn’t even seem real? Like Tyler Posey, or Ian Somerhalder? Oh, yeah, that’s how he looked like.

His green eyes were captivating, and entirely mesmerizing and so pretty that I couldn’t not be jealous of it. He tousled blond hair made him look kind of cute in a boyish way. It was hard tearing my gaze off him.

“Oh I’m sorry, love,” He said apologetically. “I wasn’t watching were I was going. Please do forgive me!”

Have I ever told you that I love Brits? Or people with British accents? Like this hottie right here?

“Um, it’s fine,” I said shyly. He smiled. “It was partially my fault too. My heads not working well today,” I giggled awkwardly.

“I’ve never seen you around in the palace before. Are you another lady that Queen Marilyn had invited? You’ve got a lovely voice, are you a siren? Or a female Nephilim, perhaps?” He asked curiously.

“I’m new, yes, but I’m not a guest, nor a siren or Nephilim, whatever that is. I’m Demetri’s -” I began, but was cut off by the boy pressing his fingers to my lips.

“Don’t let any of the guards hear you calling him that. You’d be hung to death if you did,” he said seriously. “It’s a great offense here.”

“Oh, right” I said, embarrassed, “Um, well, Prince Demetri invited me as I’m his mate’s friend, and she wanted a companion, so there you go.”

He looked at me in surprise. “Prince Demetri found himself his mate?” he said. “That’s amazing! The ball would be a perfect time where he could announce it! Werewolves, witches, faeries, Nephilims and all the supernatural can come!”

“Wait, how many types are there?” I asked, confused. I had just recently been blasted with the news that Demetri was a vampire… and Morgy – Principal Morgenstern – was probably a werewolf.

“You’re not a super?” He asked, surprise. Looking at my face, he sighed, “I don’t mean it in an offensive way. I meant like, Queen Marilyn doesn’t really like humans around…”

I frowned. Demetri’s mother doesn’t like us humans? Would she not approve of Lily?