The Vampire King ✔

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I couldn't keep track of how many hours or days I was stuck in that cell. It was cold at night and I had to hug myself to keep even a shred of warmth.

The only interaction I had was when a tired looking man dropped sloppy food in my cell. I never ate it, not caring how hungry I got.

I started to mark the walls with scratch marks, made with a small piece of glass I had found swept into the corner of my cell. It wad third day when I heard movement.

At this point in time, I didn't even raise my head. Expecting the old man, I didn't open my eyes. "You! Human!" A voice barked.

My eyes shot open and I sat up. "Get off the dirty floor, the King wants to see you" the man scowled.

Using the wall, I pushed myself upright but the lack of food and water made my knees give out. "For fuck sake, humans are useless" the man said, pushing open the cell door.

He walked inside and grabbed my wrist. I squeezed my eyes painfully and tried to get up again but the man began to walk, dragging me behind him.

My hips hit each step on the way up the stairs but I didn't make a noise. If I was going to die, I wanted to die silently.

Suddenly all movement stopped and the man let go of my arm, making me fall back onto the floor with a slap. "On your knees, weakling" the man snapped.

Raising my head, my eyes widened to see I was in a lavish room, decorated with golds and deep lilac. Royal colours. The man in front of me, the man who had taken me from my everyday life sat upon a throne.

His silver eyes glared at me, his crown winking in the firelight that was cast from the fireplace by the wall. "On your knees!" The man who had dragged me exclaimed.

He pulled me up and let me go, making me fall on my knees. Beside my kidnapper stood the two models I had first met. I heard a tap and saw  the King tap his fingers against the arm of his throne.

"The dungeon master tells me you are not eating or drinking" the King said, narrowing his eyes at me.

I just looked at him, unsure if he wanted an answer or not.

"Why?" He asked.

I swallowed and thought of a mango smoothie to get a little bit of lubrication in my throat. "I'd rather die" I rasped out.

Something flashed across his face.. respect? I couldn't tell. "That can be arranged" the King said, moving his hand forward.

The two models bared their fangs. "You think that scares me, I'm way past the point of scared" I replied back, dripping with sarcasm.

The King stood up and everyone suddenly bowed. He took a few steps towards me and stopped just within reach.

Like a snake, his hand darted out and grabbed at me. I jolted forward.

"You belong to me now, I suggest you behave" the King said, his cold hands tightly gripping my jaw.

My eyes were forced to stare into his sliver orbs. "Or what?" I asked, gritting my teeth.

"Or living in this Castle will get significantly harder for you" he replied, curling his lip.

"Like being stuck in a dungeon?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

The models glanced at each other before taking a step back. "Get out" the King said, roughly.

"My lord-" the man who dragged me began to say.

"I said get out!" The King roared.

Quick as lightning, everyone scuttled from the room. My eyes stayed locked on the Kings. "No one dares to defy me, you are not yet capable of understanding what I can do to you" the King said deadly calm, lifting his hand.

With it, I rose. "Maybe I'm just not afraid of you" I bit back.

Leaning in closely, I could feel his breath wash across my cheek. "You should be" he growled.

"If you wanted another mindless slave that would bow down as you walked past than you chose the wrong girl" I replied.

"Than I will most certainly enjoy crushing your willpower into dust" he said through his teeth.

"Something to look forward to then" I replied, before wincing.

My pain in my shoulders began to throb mercilessly. "You are my slave now, I suggest you get used to me ordering you around" the King said, his fingers drifting across my jaw for a moment.

"Then I highly suggest you get used to getting disappointed" I replied harshly.

The King looked up, peering around the room. "A smart mouth for someone who could die with a click of my fingers" he replied, glancing back at me.

"If I'm going to go, I want to go my way" I replied, hissing as the King gripped my wrist with his other hand.

His silver eyes met mine for a moment, studying me. This man was a monster, who knows how many people he'd killed like the man he'd taken out at the restaurant.

For a moment, I swear I saw daisies and a woman smiling in his eyes but he blinked and pushed me away. I fell to the floor and cried out as the rough flooring scraped my skin.

"Get up!" The King snarled.

I lifted my head weakly. "Get! Up!" He yelled.

My palms slapped the floor as I pressed down on them, lifting my chest and then my whole body up. My body screamed at me in pain but I bit back the blood I tasted in my mouth. "You're a monster" I whispered to the floor.

The King laughed, an evil and unloved sound. "I told you that already, weakling" he snapped.

Standing up, I straightened my body despite the pain to glare at him. "Some monsters have a glimmer of humanity left in them, but you.. you're a lost cause" I said, seriously.

My head swung to the head as he cracked me across the face. Blood filled my mouth and not caring what it did, I spat the blood onto the ground.

"Get out of my sight before I decide to kill you" the King said, breathing heavily.

The doors burst open and the man who had brought me up, appeared and grabbed my arm roughly. I didn't even flinch.
"Send her to the maids, they can deal with her" the King said, turning around.

His cloak billowed out from behind him as he marched up the stairs to his throne. He sat down just as the man began to drag me away.

A/N

Some friendly banter between the King and our sarcastic Celene.
Although, she might want to learn to shut her mouth.

Would you stop being sarcastic?

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Lots of love, Tavana xoxox