I sit in my throne, it’s black and guilded with a floral pattern in the wood very grand, very regal. I’m slumped with my legs hanging over an arm of it, a glass of blood in my hand. I’m listening to an “advisor" drone on and on about several treaties and relations and blah, blah blah, blah.
It’s agonisingly boring. I want to run away and play with one of my toys. My favourite toy is a witch. She crossed me long ago but I spared her life. She is useful to me. Very useful.
The thing with vampires is, we mislead and manipulate but not without reason.Our world has laws much like your world. Believe it or not, we are not fans of killing. Unless there is cause. We don’t need that much blood and we can heal the wounds, we leave on our food. I’ve drained a human dry before. I felt bloated and couldn’t eat for a week. Gross. Yes, it was wrong but when you are bored, you’re bored.
Note, I am above the laws.
"Majesty, will you honour me with your attention, we have an important matter to..." I snap my fingers to stop his chatter, as I'm brought back to the present. I stand up and adjust my floor length lace dress and look at the beautiful red haired witch by my feet. "I am bored. Janice my dear, take notes and place them in my chambers".I glide across the black and white marble floor "MAJESTY!!" Alarich my advisor, soon realises his mistake as I raise my hand in front of me. My fingers curl into a fist. Alarich crumbled to the floor in pain gasping for air "Tsk, tsk Aalrich. Do you forget your place?" My eyes are glowing, power radiating from me.
"Maj...es..ty" he choked out, holding his throat. His long blonde hair hangs over his cheeks. When my rage is subdued. I nod to a guard, who rushes to Alarich and helps him to his feet. "Forgive me your grace, my sincerest apologies for the disrespectful show, I mean no ill will. I am your most loyal servant".
I continued to walk past the many men of my court. My hand caresses each one as I walk past. I stop in front of a particularly striking one. He has the most enchanting ice blue eyes, His black chin length hair hangs straight. My eyes trail down his beautiful muscular form, then back up to his face. He looks back at me with a devious grin.
My hand cups his cheek and I trace my finger down his angular jaw, his neck to his chest. Cutting with my nail along the way. I place my finger in my mouth and slowly suck the blood off. It's sweet and bubbles on my tongue. Like popping candy "mmmm a Fae" I take his hand "come" I command leading him to the large and beautifully carved black double doors.
My hand touched the handle when Alarich pleads "My queen, we cannot avoid this much longer. I have been your advisor for two centuries. You have reigned for five. The council will not allow you to go another century without an heir. The alignment is vast approaching. We are running out of time, I beg you. You must wake him".
A wave of fear engulfed my body. My mark all over my left side burns with the thought of him. I quickly lick along the beautiful Fae's neck. The blood soothes me, before the show of weakness is evident. "Time is infinite, it does not run out" I reply with a bored tone. "Majesty, I beseech you the council demands it". I turn back to my throne and take my seat.
My new pet Fae kneels beside me. Good boy. I run my hand through his silk like hair. "Majesty, I wish to see you reign and serve you for another five centuries. the coun....." I raise my hand to stop him. "I am above the council and the law, do not forget that" I'm getting increasingly annoyed and impatient. Looking at this beautiful man laying gentle and seductive kisses along my knuckles. I'm longing for his touch along my burning body.
"I am bored, find another to reign and breed your prized heir" Alarichs eyes widen. "Majesty, you know it doesn't work like that. Only she who bares the mark or birthed from it can reign. Only he can give it or provide you with an heir".
Alarich lowers his head in submission "I speak to you not only as your humble servant, but as a friend. If you don't perform your duty, despite you being above the law. Our kingdom will be emboldened and a potential unnecessary rebellion could be on our hands"
My mark. To humans it looks like a tattoo all over my left side. It starts from my bite scar, above my left breast. Black vines and flowers trail from it, down my side and wrapping around my leg to my foot. Then it trails up my chest, along the side of my neck, swirling and wrapping down my arm and ending at the tip of my ring finger.
To 'supernaturals' it shows my status, my title and who I belong to. I shudder as the vines move along my body, in a fluid motion as if they are growing at his memory. His black eyes, white hair, his fingertips on my skin, his kiss on my lips. I shake myself from my thoughts and glare at Alarich
"I WILL NOT WAKE HIM"
My voice thunders through the large throne room. All who reside in it are brought to their knees. Cowering and bowing their heads. I take a sharp inhale and the wave of power leaves them. They are able to return to their previous positions. Another member of my court approaches, I nod allowing her to come forward. Her long green dress, compliments her light brown hair and golden eyes.
"Mara, what say you?" Alarich takes her hand and guides her forward "My beautiful queen, only your blood can wake him, if you see it fit to subdue him after and place him back to rest. My men and I will happily comply" I smile at her and Alarich. "You think it's that easy. I will not be weak. You know this and he will see to it I am, specially if I carry his child".
Alarich places a gentle kiss to Mara's forehead. Grateful for his loves presence and offer. "Majesty your mark moves, it longs for him" She looks up at me with hopeful eyes. "Oh Mara, I cannot allow him back into the world. I am strong enough to take a rebellion on by myself, no one can kill me with this mark and no one else can hold it, whilst I'm alive.
"You ask me to wake the only one who can kill me?"
I'm running through a beautiful meadow, giggling with my lady, Princess Claudia. A true vision in her elegant cream dress embroidered with flowers, against her light skin. Her hair is blonde, almost like woven gold.I hold a coveted position in court. Being a lady-in-waiting to the Princess Royal, is the highest position bellow the queen's ladies. I will, no doubt be married off to a noble suitor soon. Claudia is promised to a distant kingdom and my father would not allow me, his only daughter to go off with her to an exotic new land.To him I am no more than cattle to be sold to the highest bidder. You see prior to me obtaining this position. My father was a king. Due to his treaty with this kingdom, they allowed us exile after the rebellion in my country.My father is now a Duke. With the lower title and abiding to another kingdom, king and their laws. He has grown resentful and cold. He should be grateful we weren't slaughtered in the uprising.
"LEAVE"The court barels out of the throne room. My Fae Adonis moves and is kneeling in front of me. His hands start to move up my legs. I watch curious, filled with apprehension of his next move. His hands go further until they grip my thighs.A pained grimace on his face. He retracts his hand, now covered in blood. "I'd avoid my left side, the vines are sharp to those unworthy of touching me". The fae looks up at me "Do you find me unworthy, your highness?" I laugh and bring him to stand in front of me. "No, I find you appealing and want you to please me. Anyone who is not their master are unworthy" His arms wrap around my waist.We are unbearably close now "Hmmm and what if their master wakes up" He starts spreading kisses over my neck. The right side, he learns fast. I throw my head back and let out a slight moan. "You'd be dead. He can't wake up unless I feed him my blood"I'm thrown against the wall. He pins my hands above my head, und
I walk down the large hallway and I hear it, those awful whispers. Leading me to him. My vines are swirling on my skin. They just had to mention him. "Come, come closer". I shake my head and attempt to block the whispers out. I'm being led down the stone spiralling steps.I hate it. With all this power, his call makes me weak. I am the ruler no one can match my strengths and abilities. However, I'm no more than a vessel when it comes to this call, this mark and the one who Alarich asks I wake. I stop at an imposing thick metal door. Chains and locks, stretch across it. There is a massive lock in the centre, in the shape of a rose. I touch the door."I hear you". I stumble back "get out of my mind" I thought I was screaming but it was a whisper. "I need you, my love". The strong voice in my mind, takes me to our first encounter.*********************************The cool air across my bare skin manages to wake me from this spell. I start to s
"Hahaha". His laugh echos in my head. I try push past the blinding pain towards the stairs "Oh my love, my beautiful rose. Don't you miss me? Open the door, let me see you" The pain of his voice burrowing in mind brings me to my knees "Janice" I call out. "Haha my love, don't summon the meddling witch. Come to me".Another wave of pain hits me. I bring my hands to my head, hoping to cave my skull in. "JANICE, NOW!!" I hear the scurrying of footsteps coming towards me "Mistress" she gasps and crouches down beside me "What happened? Why are you here?" I manage to look up at her "His call, I can't...My mark.... You managed to keep him out my mind for 300 years. PLEASE!! GET HIM OUT!!" The windows above us shatter, with the force of my scream. I manage to move over her, to shield her from the shower of shards raining down on us.Janice takes my hands and mumbles in some ancient witchy mumbo jumbo. I can't concentrate enough to translate. I feel my vines moving al
Slowly I'm being pulled out of darkness. Light flashes every so often. I need to go to the light. I reach out but I can't seem to grasp it. I hear distant voices. I can't seem to get out of this darkness. I hear his voice "I'm here" I call out "please help me". I feel the tingling sensation on my hand. It fills me with warmth. I'm able to move. I can grab the light, It's at my fingertips. I'm so close I can't taste it.With a jolt and large intake of air, my eyes fly open. Everything is vibrant. The colour is like nothing I've seen before. I look down at my hand. My skin is so pale. I sit up far too quickly that my vision blurs. When my eyes adjust and he is there, face to face with me. His eyes are black but glimmer back at me. A smirk plays on his beautiful lips. I can't look away."Hmm, didn't expect you to rise so soon love". I touch his face. I feel like I'm in a dream. "How long was I sleeping?" The enchanting gravelly chuckle is back and I remember the event
In my 200 years, I've never felt so strong. I feel power flowing through me. I gesture to a guard to open the main door. He shakes his armoured head but obliged. The guard hides behind it as the sunlight bursts in the Palace. I hesitantly dip my foot over the threshold.A joyous laugh comes from me as I jump out. Running with my arms wide. I feel the heat of the sun on my skin but I'm not burning. Incredible! Guards watching shocked from the shadows behind the doors. One of them follows my actions. Unfortunately he bursts into flames, leaving a pile of armour on the ground. That was enough of a warning to the rest. They slam the door shut. I jump in a car. Got to appear as human as I possibly can.I wait for the alleged human to drive out and I follow behind her. Thank goodness we aren’t in the same car. I heard her babbling to Janice. Her voice gets right under my skin.I wait outside her home. Sunbathing! Ha! Imagine that! My thoughts drift off. The m
I haven't been able to sleep in days. He keeps popping in my head. I have not missed his voice, not one bit. If he's not rambling or taking me down memory lane, he's sending erotic images. I'm unable to satisfy my needs, now he is somewhat back.I can't touch anyone else. I tried to sleep with Dante the other night but the moment I touched him, I felt repulsed. Dante is gorgeous, just like Arlo. They are identical after all. Sandy hair, bright blue eyes, toned and lean bodies. One of the best decisions I've ever made was to turn them. Arlo is my favourite though. So I've never had the honour of him in my bed. I couldn't. Dante however, a little serious but my, my I've taught him well.I'm readying myself for the meeting with the Lycan King. Need to get to the bottom of this fae issue. We will meet in neutral ground. It's known as The Crossroads. Located in-between all kingdoms. Sacred ground each species respects. Janice is doing my hair "I need as many
I'm woken up by a tap on my forehead "5 more minutes muuuum". Tap, tap, tap. "Not your mother but you may call me daddy" A man! A man is in my room! My eyes ping open and I look to the other side of my bed. Laying on his side, leaning on his elbow, hand supporting his face. Oh that guy. Aaron, I think."Morning drooling beauty, time to get up" I grimace and wipe the drool from my chin. "What are you doing in my room Aaron?" He hops up and starts going through my closet. "Arlo, My name is Arlo. Ah yes, this will do nicely" He lays black skinny jeans and a white long sleeved crop top on my bed. "Allez hop, time for a shower. You stink". Here lies Helena, died from embarrassment."What time is it?" I ask as he starts going through my underwear drawer. I bolt up off of the bed and slap his hands "Hey perv! back off" He backs away and slumps himself on the small sofa in my room. "I'm only trying to help, hurry up we haven't got all day. Well, evening now I guess"