Layla's POV"Don't come closer, or I'll...""What will you do? " The man said and untied a few brass buttons beneath his collar before loosening his tie. Is he going to take off his clothes in front of me?! Is he going to take advantage of me?! It is said that vampires are salacious creatures. They basically fuck whatever that is moving in front of them.So now, is he going to fuck me... in the middle of a forest?!I looked around hopelessly, trying to look for something that could be thrown at him.I found nothing but grass and dirt. However, he didn't do anything else except loosening his collar and tie. Against fire and smoke in the background, his chiseled, flawless feature looked like a Greek marble statue.This scene reminded me of what happened in the forest eleven years ago. On that day, a boy, who also had dark hair and a pair of sapphire eyes, made a promise to come back and take me away. Maybe he could remember who I am if I reminded him?I decided to give it a try
Layla's POVI felt like I was floating in a bed of clouds. Everything around me felt so soft and it smelled so aromatic. It seemed that someone was stroking my arms and legs gently. Then, in complete darkness, I suddenly heard a muffled, distant female voice -"She looks so tiny. How old do you think she is?"Another female's voice -"She just looks skinny. Look at all the scars and bruises on her body. She must have been through a lot of torture. If we feed her well, she will soon recover.""I wish I could be as skinny as her." The first girl murmured. "I have to lose another 10 pounds before the Blood Moon Masquerade next month. Leo keeps bringing me food and I really put on some weight." "Have you guys been seeing each other?! Tell me everything!" The second girl said with excitement. "There's nothing to tell! We're not dating! I enjoy being pampered like this. You know, it feels great to have a man's full attention." The first girl sounded smug. Even though their voices sou
Layla's POVI could smell Vincent in the air. He smelt like a mixture of cedar and lavender. How could someone who smelt so good turn out to be such a morbid sadistic bastard? I thought to myself. Why does he have to chain me up like this in a dungeon?At that time, the eye mask was removed from my face. Even though my eyes were still covered by gel, I could still manage to see the blurry figure of him."You're awake. Good." He mumbled to himself and took up a towel to wipe the gel off my face. His voice was still monotonic as if he wasn't happy to seem awake at all. After the gel was wiped clean, I finally managed to see him clearly in the soft, dim light of the dungeon. It seemed that he had just taken a shower. His dark hair, now damp and tousled, framed a face that seemed sculpted by the finest artist in the world. The cerulean depths of his eyes held a mysterious allure and desire. "What is this place?! Where am I?! Is this a dungeon?!" I looked around and tried to sit up,
Layla's POVAt that time, I realized that I was on the verge of life and death. "I don't know what you're talking about! I am not a werewolf!" I raised my voice. The knife's blade cut my skin, leaving a long, deep cut. Blood started permeating out of the wound. "You're bleeding badly, Layla. If you don't heal yourself in a couple of minutes, you will bleed to death."I freaked out. "I can't heal myself. I don't have the ability to heal myself!" I screamed. This time I was telling the truth, but I didn't think that he would believe me."I'm asking you one last time, who are you?" Vincent's voice was even colder than the knife. My skin started to feel cold or clammy. Even though my legs were twitching, I couldn't feel them at all. This was real. There wasn't a simple hint of sympathy in his ruthless eyes. He was genuinely going to watch me bleeding to death if I didn't tell him the truth. I don't want to die. I thought to myself. My life is pathetic. I'm well aware of that.
Layla's POVAfter Vincent left, I was left all alone in the room. My rather eccentric reunion with the boy in the forest didn't turn out the same way as I had expected in my mind. But I didn't have a lot of time to be sentimental and feel sorry for myself. I quickly calmed down and collected myself. I needed to come up with a plan to get out of this frightening place.I looked around, trying to look for something to cut the straps, so maybe I could figure out a way to sneak out of this dungeon and look for my father. I saw a knife lying on the table beside the bed. It was the knife that Vincent used to torture me. If I could free one arm from the straps, I could stretch it out and attain that knife to cut off the straps!So, I tried to move my arm. Since the straps were soaked in gel, they became a bit slippery and elastic.I used all my effort to pull my arm, and it slipped a bit under the straps. I took a deep breath and let more gels get under the straps. It became some sor
Vincent's POV"My Lord, you want to see me." Rouslan walked into my room. "Yes. How's the girl?" I asked. I didn't want to sound too concerned, but I couldn't act too casual, either. It was almost five o'clock in the morning and I was still calling a doctor to put a human girl into sleep. That act itself meant that this girl was special to me. But I didn't need to worry about Rouslan. His father was the royal physician of my father. His mother delivered me and my brother to this world. He had always been a loyal subject to me. He might get curious about the girl in the dungeon, but he would never get suspicious. "She's in good condition, My Lord. I gave her an injection and now she's soundly asleep." Rouslan said. "Good." I moved my fingers to ask him to come closer. He closed the door behind him and quickly moved forward."We have eliminated the last werewolf pack. Our mission is done. But the werewolves as a species still exist. You know that I've been always interested in we
Vincent's POV"I want to die. I can't live like this anymore." Nephrite leaned against my shoulder and said. His voice sounded distant and surreal. I couldn't recall when he started to talk in this sentimental dreamy voice, which made him sound like a poet, not a Prince. "What do you mean?" I asked in a plain voice. That was the only correct way to handle it like a pro when your brother gets suicidal ideas in his head -You have to pretend that you are cool with everything. It's just not that big a deal. "I mean, I want to die," he said. "We're dead," I said. He got emotional all the time, so I had to remind him of who we were from time to time. "That's the thing! We are dead, but undead! I hate being undead. I'd rather die," he said."May I ask what is the reason behind your self-destructive intention?" I frowned. I stood up and opened the window because the corpses started smelling funny. My brother stood up and followed me like a puppy."We've done it, Vin!" He spoke in a f
Layla's POV"Wakey-wakey! Breakfast is ready!" A voice sounded next to my ear. I opened my eyes and saw a red-haired girl staring at me. She had got freckles on the side of her nose and her eyes were olive-colored. She moved like a floating angle, rolling up the back of my bed and putting a giant tray on an overbed table in front of me."I don't know what you like, so I've prepared everything for you! I hope you like bacon. Tell me you love bacon, because I'm really good at making bacon when I was still alive!" She said with a sparkling smile on her face."Si... Sienna?" I looked at her and asked. I recognized her voice. She looked exactly the same as I had imagined her to be. "Oh, mine! You know my name! Are you a psychic or something? Can you tell me, for example, when I'm going to get married?" She sat on the edge of my bed, using the palms of her hands to support her face. "She's not a psychic. She was just awake last night and overheard our conversation. I warned you that you