Fang Five

*If You Don't Sacrifice For What - You Want, What You Want Will Be The Sacrifice.*

He told me to continue playing, but there was barely any strength left in me, he rested his chin on my shoulder, pressing his cheek against my bloodied neck.

I could feel his rushed breathing and I could tell that he was in excruciating pain, hence I painfully closed my eyes and continued to play the spinet. At first he made no reaction to the notes, but shortly after I began playing, his breathing stilled.

What was going on exactly?

"Just like that." I heard him say under his breath, perhaps to encourage me, this king had no clue that the only thing I felt while around him was untamed fear.

As I continued the play the spinet, I felt his weight on me get heavier, he had long since stopped feeding off me, and I couldn't hear his whimpers any longer. So, I stopped playing and tried to check on him, only to find out that the King had fallen unconscious on my shoulder!

"How can it be?" I voiced out in fright, his breathing was so slowed that one could even mistake him for being dead. How was it possible that his Majesty had fallen asleep so easily?

"What am I to do now?" The man who kept me prisoner was in my arms unconscious, if there was ever a better chance to escape it would be now.

With a steeled resolve, I tried to rise from my sitting position with every intention to run away from here. Heaven knows what might happen to me if I decide to stay and wait for him to regain consciousness. If I could just escape this place, then half of my worries would be solved.

Or so I thought....

"My head." I faintly said, resting my fingertips on the side of my head, my blurry vision was a clear indicator that I was weak and was also losing my consciousness.

As I tried once more to stand, the room around me spun and before I knew it, I fell asleep as well, my head resting on top of his for support.

*Next Morning*

My chest felt heavy as I slowly regained consciousness, my neck was sore just like my wrist and fingers. My throat was parched, I wanted some water. My eyelids slowly flickered open, but the sight in front of me made me close them back immediately.

It was his Majesty, glaring intently at me.

"Heather was it?" I heard him ask in a firm tone, he had noticed me regain consciousness and it seemed like he had something to say.

I turned my head away from him then parted my lips, "Yes." I replied, trying to recollect the events of what had transpired between us last night.

"Are you aware of what you did to me? And if so how do you plan on taking responsibility?" His majesty's words were so straightforward and precise that all the anxiety in me melted.

"I did no such thing." Was my response, if anything it was he was the one who feed off me without my consent and made me fall unconscious.

Just some days ago, the words Vampire, death and feeding were things that would naturally never leave my lips. With all that was happening, I hadn't even had the chance to sink in the fact that he was not human.

"Lies!" He cursed and gripped me by the wrist, pulling my face to meet his, "you bewitched me, and have to take responsibility for it." His accusation was not only baseless but rather idiotic.

"Pardon me! But between the both of us, we know which one is truly capable of bewitching the other. I have nothing to take responsibility for, your majesty." The last part was said with spite in my voice.

He gave me an incredulous stare, genuine stunned by my harsh response, I retracted my grip from his and hid under the sheets, unwilling to see him.

What was the worse he could do? Kill me?

I heard his majesty rise from his sitting position, a wave of relief washed over me as he sauntered over to the exit, probably to plot my death. Or so I naively believed, my heart skipped a beat when I heard a door slam shut but heard no one walk out.

When was a new door put in place?

"I think..." He said, taking closer steps towards my trembling body, "that you need a reminder of what exactly I'm capable of both as a Vampire and your husband." His majesty announced in a firm voice. And before I knew it, he tossed the cover aside and placed my hands above my head.

Thankfully, the curtains were closed, and the only light that filtered in was from the candles placed inside the large chandelier.

"Leave me!" I spat out without trying to struggle, I knew instinctively that his Majesty was superior to me in strength.

"Do you think I've forgiven you for impersonating Daphne? Your punishment was just delayed." He told me with uncanny eyes. My insides tied a nervous knot, as his free hand found it's way to my exposed neck.

Due to how sore it was, the slightest touch made me sensitive, and his majesty knowing this took full advantage of it.

"Heather...do you want to live?" The way he said my name was filled with so much disdain that I found it funny he hadn't ripped me to shreds yet. His fingers danced around the spot he usually fed from, muffled groans and moans escaped my lips.

"Is that meant to be a joke?" The words spilled out of my mouth unexpectedly, I gasped then averted my gaze from his.

"I detest sarcasm." He told me, tightening his grip on my wrists.

"I don't." I sharply interjected, digging my own grave, it was as though I wanted to spite him and make him suffer, even if it was only for a second.

"Ah, I must have been too lax in my duties as a husband, I forgot to do the most important thing." His mischievous voice whispered into my ears, causing me to become anxious.

What exactly was this king trying to do?

"Ack!" I cried out, he suddenly flicked my sore neck, wearing a teasing grin on his face. Whilst I was focused on the pain, I didn't notice his fingers trail down my sides, till he was lifting up my dress.

"Stop-!" My words never left my mouth, his majesty caught me off guard by snaking his fingers in between my legs, exerting little force to separate them.

Tears welled up in the corner of my eyes when his long fingers slid into my cave, with no tenderness whatsoever.

He gritted his teeth and gave me a plain look, "it looks like you're intact, your parents weren't foolish enough to send me an incomplete bride. Perhaps I won't kill them all." He told me, wearing a sadistic grin on his face.

While he spoke, his fingers remained in my warm cave, stroking and prodding around, causing me nothing but pain. I tried to kick and buck him off me, but he used his knees to keep me in place.

"Why are you resisting? Your parents gifted you to me, so at the very least you can make yourself useful as a wife and do this."

The more he spoke with that listless look in his eyes, the more defiant I felt, I wanted to get away from him and never come back, not even if it meant the safety of my family.

After all, if this were Daphne, she wouldn't have had to suffer any of this, everything would just be handed to her, and all she need do was take her pick.

It was clear, that even this Vampire King had fallen for her, what a joke!

He lowered his head to my line of sight, and brought his lips down, seizing mine in a kiss. I pressed my lips firmly, refusing to give him access, but he pulled out of my cave unexpectedly, causing me to groan.

His majesty took this chance and slid his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss, his hand which was previously in my cave had now travelled up to my moderately sized breasts, caressing them roughly.

I curled my fingers into an angry fist at how he was violating me, it wasn't just the fact that this was solely one sided. But rather, it was the way he acted like there was nothing to look forward to with me.

Unlike the first night when he mistook me for Daphne, the way he treated me now, resembled the way one would sleep with a servant. This proud king was having his way with me, and doing it like I was trash.

*Bite*

I bit hard on his lower lip till his blood trickled down my chin all the way to my neck. His majesty immediately pulled away and stared at me, only this time his eyes were angry.

"Tell me Heather..." He retracted his grip on my breast and brought to my neck, wiping off his blood from my neck, ignoring my whimpers. His majesty smeared his bloody fingers across my face, staining me with his tainted blood.

"Just what is it about you, that makes me become so..." His bloody fingers caressed my cheeks tenderly, and before I knew it he brought his lips to my ears, then whispered something.

"Lustful." He said then without warning sunk his teeth into my neck.