The Kings Blood Calling

Angelo's pov.  When I come to reality and extract my fangs from the most delicious blood source I'd ever tasted I'm horrified! Me a vampire. Was her life worth that three minutes of having tapped into the best source of blood for me imaginable? No! I shake my head in disbelief. I can't stop the shakes that rack my body or the horror that seeps through my body as I cradle my lifeless wife between the palms of my shaky hands. My wife's once beautiful rosie face now pale with dried tear streaks. Anger with myself and guilt racks over me like a tide. Tears I've never shed blur my vision as I look further down at the fang marks seeping blood from the puncher holes of her small delicate throat. I run the pad of my shaky thumb over the marks as the tears burn a track down my face. Why did I do this? She didn't deserve this! I deserve to die! A monster like me shouldn't live! I kiss her forehead repeating how sorry I am. Sorry is such a useless word! Hate for myself and who I am and my disgraceful actions only intensifies as I slowly on shaky limbs sit up and look down at the damages I've inflicted.  Blood! Lots of blood! I did this! To my wife! I roar a scream throughout the room and another one and another one! All I feel is pain, anger, hurt, disgust with myself! "Son...I know what you must be feeling right now but you must quickly come we me." My father's words grate in my ears. He is partly responsible for this I warned him! I glare at him with all the hate I have mustered up through my blurry teared-up vision and send a menacing growl for him not to take a step further. If I could stoop as low as this why not kill the man who did this to me and my innocent wife! "Listen. She's not dead. With your powers and that of mine your mother and now Annarose we shall overthrow the council and be the head of all vampires." He states calmly. No shits given for what I'm mentally fighting within myself currently. I slowly move the blanket to cover my wife with my body shaking still in shock at what I've done. What I said I wouldn't do. What I should have never done. I stroke her beautiful hair taking in a hitched breath. In a flash, I'm in front of my father and fuming of death.  "You did this to me and to my wife to be King of vampires?" I say menacing low eyes have shifted for the kill anger flowing through my blood. Power radiating through my body as the anger intensifies. "Stop! I will tell you once your safe we must leave. I have a place for you to hide out at for a few months then we shall gather our allies and strike the council and you will not be murdered for biting a human." If I could kill him I would! The fact he has loved me all my life and only betrayed me in this and I still need to understand the why of it is why I will spare him the now.  In a flash, I'm before my wife again and I swoop her up into my arms blanket and all, and flashback in front of my father.  "Fine." He speaks through clenched teeth anger evident. If he thought I'd leave her with him after what I did he is a fool. If she by miracle doesn't die she would now be my other half meaning her death would be mine. To chance her life with anyone other than I would be my death.  He turns leaving the room and I quickly follow behind not sure where we will be going only sure he has a greater plan that is completely against the laws we also lived by only a day ago.  He leads us to a carriage. I quickly get in laying my wife as gently as possible down on the seat and turn to my father still with so much anger radiating from my body. "He knows where to go. Take this." He states handing me a bag of coins. "Charles will get rid of the carriage after dropping you off a mile from where you will be staying. There is a whole setup there. Clothes, food, water, you must hunker down and not let anyone recognize you. Cut your hair. When the time comes I'll come for you." He states a bit hurriedly. "What about Katherine?" I question. She is also my wife and responsibility. "She will be fine. We must let her believe the lie for now or she could be our very downfall no one is to be trusted but your mother and me. You need to quickly be on your way or we could be discovered." He quickly informs me. I get in taking my wife back into my arms.  "Remember I love you son as does your mother." I can only look at him not responding to his last words. The carriage takes off before I could even reply and I'm only slightly grateful for it. My father betrayed me. I don't know who I can trust that's for certain. All I do know is if he wanted me dead he would have let the council kill me for breaking ancient laws held for many over centuries of time. This changes everything though. I will never be the same after what I did to my wife. I don't even deserve to live! My wife's not dead. I need to take care of her now. Nothing could fix what I've done and I deserve all the hate she will have for me. I can only protect her now if I turn myself over we both will die. She doesn't deserve to die only I.  I began to start dozing off for the first time in days my fangs don't hurt I've been exhausted with the pain. I'd still rather have the pain than having done what I did.  "Prince!" I wake with a jolt looking around its still dark daylight is merely only two hours maybe away. "Were here. You must walk the remainder of the way. Cut through the grass going right past that tree. Keep walking straight ahead until you come upon a cottage. I must be on my way quickly sir." I nod. I get out with my wife and the carriage quickly leaves a trail of dust in its haste to leave. The walk is long. As a prince, I can't say I've done a lot of walking in my life. Especially, not with carrying another along the way. I deserve whatever pain comes my way. I grew up as normal as any child. So normal I almost didn't believe we were any different from humans other than I drank the blood of witches as a survival instinct.  We didn't even kill to obtain it. It was always at hand given freely in return for protection. Until I met my second wife I didn't know I was a monster a blood-driven maniac who would even hurt an innocent such as she to obtain blood. In a blink of an eye, everything changes. No one once told me of a blood calling. Never even mentioned a human be your blood calling. Aginst all laws I've disgusted our kind there is no going back from this. My father and his plans only infuriate me. A cottage finally comes into my vision and I flash before it immediately opening the door. Once inside I quickly place my wife on the bed gently so I can find something to clean her up with.  It's a small cottage. The bedroom and kitchen even a small dining table all in the same room. A huge wash basin tub along the wall. So I guess I'll be heating the water upon the wood-burning stove. I quickly walk outside to find where I will obtain water.  There's a bucket and well by the side of the cottage. I quickly realize I will be making many trips to fill a basin of water and it will take many pots to boil. I've never fetched my own water or boiled it not even lit a stove. I can only be glad I have common sense or we'd both be screwed. Palace's have cold running water but folks in the country haven't the money for such luxuries yet. I fill a bucket of water from the well and take it inside placing it by the stove. There are a few logs already set inside along the wall for use. Quickly I throw a few in finding a flint and paper to light the logs. Then I find two huge pans for boiling water and fill them quickly going back out to fill the bucket once again from the well. This work will quickly have you realizing how fortunate royals have it compared to the workers. After what seems two hours and a tub of water that's lukewarm to the touch I finally can wash my wife from all the blood that's martyred her beautiful skin. I carefully remove the blanket horrified at how frail she looks. If it weren't for the slight heartbeat I would truly think her to be dead.  I slowly with returned shaky hands remove her see-through bodice that's stained with the blood and memory of what I did to my wife for consummation of our marriage. A monster is all she will remember me as when she does wake. How deserving I earned the title.  I pick her limp body up and gently place her in the basin. Grabbing the cloth folded on the edge I gently wash her until the water starts to get cool. I wish I could wash her longer make sure there's no trace of what I've done when she wakes but I know she will still remember I can't wash that. In the end, what she first-hand witnessed is permanent a scar she won't be able to rid herself of. A nightmare I gave her for the rest of her life.  After she's dried I place her back on the bed under the fresh new blanket giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead. Taking the old blanket and her ruined bodice out to bury it. By the time I've finished, it's two hours till noon. I sit beside my wife and can't help but wonder if I could have done something different. If I could go back I'd refused to have married her knowing what I know now. She was too perfect and innocent in this world to be tied to a monster. Now we are tied by the blood calling she will never rid herself from the monster who became her nightmares she will have to drink the blood of her attacker as I will have to from her if we are both to survive. This is all some sick turn of events. I lay down beside her and wrap her in my arms which makes me feel whole inside. I have a strong urge to just be as close to her as physically possible. When she wakes she won't want me to be anywhere near her so for now I will hold her as long as possible. How am I going to explain that I've turned her into a vampire and will now be forever linked to me as her other half after what I've done?