Azira The Vampire Queen ✔

CHAPTER 10| Masterpiece from Heaven

A century later...

"Regina mea, we're under attack!" Alexa exclaimed as she burst into the study room.
[Translation: My Queen]

"Who is it this time?" She asked, rising off her seat.

Sighing and rolling her eyes, the woman replied, "Our all-time favorite."

Her eyes widening, Azira slammed her fist on the table and a string of curses escaped from her mouth.

"Victorius." She gritted out, her jaws clenched.

Victorius Duncan was a vampire Count who enjoyed attacking other kingdoms to rule over them and many a times, he was successful and currently, only one interested him the most: Aziris, which was the second most powerful vampire kingdom in the entire Romania.

She then ordered her right-hand woman to prepare the army and the latter instantly bowed down before proceeding to execute her command.

"Victorius, tonight your judgment will be formed." She muttered under her breath, eyes flashing red.

The ruckus outside the castle caught her attention and she teleported there where, once reached, she noticed her warriors being attacked from left and right and that enraged her. Her eyes took in a dark crimson red shade and her claws and fangs extended, ready to tear apart some limbs and throats.

However, there was something different about his men for they didn't seem to be the usual ones. Basically, Azira had stopped bothering about their appearances for she knew that every time Aziris was attacked, it was led by the vampire Count and his minions. But at that moment, it didn't seem to be the case as there were new faces that she had never seen before and even their attires were unknown to her.

Thinking about him, her eyes wandered around every nook and corner to spot him but to no avail for he was nowhere to be found and that irritated as well as confused her.

'Where is that idiot of Victorius if his army is here, trying to defeat mine? I guess he's too afraid to show himself. How pathetic.' She thought, rolling her eyes.

The vampiress was about to join in the fight when her enhanced hearing caught on the cracking sound of a twig from the forest that formed the borders of Aziris and once there, she shifted into a black leopard, sharp claws and canines extended and her eyes a golden shade. She hid behind some thick bushes that surrounded the area where one of her guards was fighting against the enemy's and waited patiently.

She remained crouched down for a few minutes until she got the perfect angle and pounced on the rival but in the process, a black jaguar from the opposite bushes mirrored her action. Both of the guards stopped their fight and backed away as the two felines faced each other, drilling holes into each other's skull and growling at each other in warning.

The jaguar was mighty and it also had extended its claws and canines and its eyes were dark with golden flecks around the irises. It was beautiful and the powerful aura rolling off of it in waves made the vampiress realize that it was no ordinary being.

'Cine ești tu? I order you to shift back into your original appearance.' She demanded telepathically, eyes narrowed.
[Translation: Who are you]

Her voice was the most beautiful sound that the jaguar had ever heard and suddenly, it grew impatient to hear it again. Shaking its head, the animal closed its eyes and thick grey smoke swirled around it, engulfing it in them.

When the smoke dissipated, it revealed a masterpiece of a vampire. The individual dressed in an all-black outfit had a perfect muscle-ripped and slightly toned body, a perfectly sculpted face with a strong and sharp jawline, dark shoulder-length silky locks and dark orbs that seemed so void of emotions yet that could speak volumes. He was literally a masterpiece from heaven in the true sense of the word and he had such a dark, powerful, masculine and dangerous aura around him that seemed to make the very shadows crawl away from him. He was perfect. Absolutely and painstakingly perfect.

Words left the vampiress, who was still in her leopard form, as she admired the handsome creature before her with wide eyes. He was absolutely breathtaking and for a bizarre reason, she felt a sudden urge of possessing that masterpiece.

Snapping out of her reverie, Azira asked, 'Who are you? Nu pari să fii de aici.'
[Translation: You don't seem to be from here]

"Count Dracula, ruler of Transylvania." He answered out loud.

His voice was so seductive, so husky and so beautiful that it made her want to hear it more.

'Transylvania? And where is Victorius?' She asked in bewilderment.

"L-am omorât." He shrugged, making her more confused.
[Translation: I killed him]

He had killed him? But how? At that new revelation, all her ideas of torture that she had planned for the bastard flew out of the window.

'He's already dead and I wasn't even informed about it! Why?' She said, her voice slightly raised and her golden orbs narrowed.

"He had been spying on me for quite some time now and let's just say that I don't take uninvited guests lightly. And as for my residence, it's to the west of yours." He stated.

'How gentlemanly of him to be spying on others!' She mentally rolled her eyes.

'Well, anyways. I'm glad that he's no longer there to eat up my brain.' She said in relief.

At least she was relieved that the one who always caused troubles to her was finally gone forever.

"You didn't introduce yourself. Shift." The Count demanded.

Well, it was rude and weird that he was conversing with such seriousness to a leopard while he was the only one who had transformed back into his human form.

Azira closed her eyes and similar to the Count, thick dark smoke engulfed her as she took in her human form and when the smoke finally disappeared, the Count's jaw almost dropped to the floor. Her beauty hit him full force such that he had to swallow hard to control himself for from her dark brown silky locks that hung loosely a few inches beyond her waist, her flawless milky skin, the most beautiful face that the universe could ever conjure complimented with a pair of dark brown orbs that were shadowed by thick lashes and her luscious lips that were painted with some red lipstick, she was breathtakingly gorgeous and perfect.

Dracula had troubles in controlling his urge to have such a beautiful creature all to himself as he inhaled deeply and slightly shook his head. If he was human, he would have probably already fainted at the very sight of such a beauty.

"Azira Vanderwood, Queen of Aziris." She finally introduced herself.

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A/N: This one is a small chapter. Btw, few more chapters left before this book is completed. I'm so excited!

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