Soul Tied to the Incubus King [Book I]

A Real Monster

2 Months Later

--Miccoli POV--

"Please don't kill me, I won't hurt anyone else, I swear!" The vampire attempts to plead with me. I return a blank stare before smiling. "Let's take a page out of your playbook," I say before crashing my fangs deep into her neck. She screams loudly, thrashing at the same time as I drain her of blood. The anger in me wasn't satisfied, however, and I pulled my fangs out allowing her body to collapse on the floor.

You disgust me

I spit some of the blood at her and she flinches. "Please...just kill me." She whispers in a low voice. "But where's the fun in that?" I respond. "Did you give your victims a quick death? Or did you toy with them, letting them bleed out?" I lean over her body watching her struggle to breathe. "What about the babies and young children? Did you opt to spare their lives when they cried for their mothers?" I flip her body over, making her face me. "No...you enjoyed their slow death...much like I'm enjoying yours." She coughs, her eyes widen as the realization hit her. I was going to make her suffer until her last breath.

You're a monster

I continue to hear Cassidy's words ring in my ear, infuriating me further. "You wanted a monster." I say absentmindedly while standing. "Well, you've created one." I lift my foot, bringing it down hard on the vampire's head shattering her skull.

Silence fills the air, and I can feel Ramsey's eyes bore into me

"Are you alright?" Ramsey cautiously asks me, examining the c*****e I left behind. "f*****g peachy," I respond, cleaning the remaining blood off of me.

"It's just...you've become a lot more ruthless in your killings."

"SHE MURDERED f*****g CHILDREN."

"And she deserved every bit of punishment she received...I'm just wondering if this sudden callousness has anything to do with a certain hum-" I shoot Ramsey a look that immediately makes him flinch. He looks down at the ground, as a way to acknowledge that he is submissive.

"I just worry about you Miccoli, the kingdom needs their king back." He says still looking downward.

"They have a king."

"Not the real one." He answers me.

"And you would truly be happy with my return? To have to step down as king? To give up all that power? Power corrupts anyone who wields it, are you saying it hasn't corrupted you?"

"I am your second command and your friend. The kingdom needs the strongest of us to reign...you. I only assumed the role because you asked it of me and I will gladly step down the MINUTE you ask it of me as well." Ramsey looks up and straightens himself, and I instantly feel like s**t. Ramsey never once has given me a reason to distrust his loyalty to me. He dropped everything to assume the role of the king in my absence, even fighting other Incubus who may have challenged the appointment. He aided in my navigating the Mortal world, teaching me how to adapt and blend in when necessary. In all the times I had ever needed him, he was there. and here I was accusing him of being anything less than a loyal friend.

"Ramsey, I'm sorry. I had no right to say that to you." I say, placing my hand on his shoulder. He gives me a weak smile in response. "It's alright, just please remember what you're doing this for. I miss my friend, and I hate having to travel to the Mortal Realm to see him." We both laugh.

"Well..well I see you've been busy." Elder Helm's voice booms behind us. I turn to face him, watching him examine what remained of the vampire. "Don't ask for the work, if you truly don't want it." I respond dryly. "No..No take care of it as your please, as long as it continues to be taken care of." He responds. Elder Helm turns to Ramsey.

"Ramsey, don't you have somewhere you need to be?"

"He doesn't need to leave." I quickly interject. I hated the way the Elders treated Ramsey. They may not have liked that I made him my temporary replacement in my absence, but they would respect him in my presence. "It's alright Miccoli, I have to see a waitress about a diner fantasy anyway." He gives me a wink and smiles. "In the middle of the day?" I muse. "She's a college student...takes a lot of naps. " He responds over his shoulder. I laugh. Only Ramsey.

"Is there something I can do for you Elder?"

"I wanted to discuss something really important with you." Elder Helm says, slowly rubbing his hands together.

"I'm all ears."

"The Dark Realm is still recovering from the incident." I feel my blood begin to boil.

Must be so nice to talk so carefree about something that shattered me to pieces.

Elder Helm continues to ramble on. "And we thought it may be a good idea for you to return soon to make amends to the rulers of the other kingdoms as a way to show your solidarity and a new understanding of law and order." I stared at him, speechless. It was taking everything in me not to bash his head in. "You mean, you want me to make amends with her. " I say, not hiding my disgust.

"I'm saying that she is the Supreme of the Witch Coven-"

"She's not the Supreme of anything. Not the true one and we both know that."

"We shall not discuss this again Miccoli." Elder Helm responds to me through gritted teeth."She is the Supreme whether you like it or not and you will respect that or you can remain in the Mortal World."

"You're right.. we won't discuss this. Besides you're about to make me late. I have an appointment with a very special someone." I say smiling causing Elder Helm to frown then sigh. He turns from me and walks to the door.

"Miccoli, I'm just being honest with you about the situation we find ourselves in."

"Well since we're discussing honesty Elder...where is my wife's grave?" Elder Helm stops, but his back remains turned to me. He sighs.

"Miccoli-"

"Just save it Elder. With all this secrecy, I no longer know if anything you say is of truth Anyway. Hell for all I know, my wife isn't even really dead."

Elder Helm looks over his shoulder at me. "I truly hope for her sake," he says, open the door. "She is."

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--Cassidy POV--

Two Month. It had been two months since I walked out on Miccoli at the restaurant. Two months since I told him that I never wanted to see him again. Two months since I had spoken to or seen him. He requested from Daniel that Beth be put on his project instead, causing Daniel to refuse my promotion. I felt humiliated, and I wanted to blame Miccoli, but deep down I knew I couldn't. I was the one who came out swinging at dinner. I was the one who told him I never wanted to see him again...I was the one who called him a monster.

YOU DISGUST ME

My own words replay in my head and I can't help but groan. Why did I act like that? At the time I felt justified. I mean anyone would react outside of their character if they found out that the things that go bump in the night actually do exist. Still...I wasn't proud and I have to admit that my anger had less to do with finding out what he was, and more to do with finding out what he does. The ugly truth was I didn't like the idea of him touching other women. "God, you're such a hypocrite," I mutter. Here I was with a husband, and I'm concerned about whose dreams Miccoli finds himself in.

Husband

I scoff. I hadn't seen much of Mark in the past two months. He was working on another big project for work which kept him at his office a lot. Honestly, it didn't bother me much. He had become colder, harsher, and distant, and I tried my best to keep myself and Addeline out of his way. My nights have become a routine of wine and sleeping alone, using Melatonin in hopes of possibly dreaming. I did, but Miccoli was never there. He had also respected my wishes of not seeing him and avoided my dreams as well. "Way to put your foot in your mouth." I grumble. "Am I interrupting you?" I hear Daniel's voice in my office doorway. He walks in and closes the door behind him, and I can't help but feel nervous. We hadn't been alone since the last time he attempted to hit on me. He was disheveled, and immediately gave me the feeling of danger. "Why aren't you downstairs at the office party?." He says leaning forward over my desk. "Just not really in the festive mood. I respond.

"Problems at home?"

"Not at all."

"Come on, Cassidy, I'm not just your boss I'm your friend." Daniel says reaching for my hand on the desk. I immediately remove it standing up. "Let me guess, Mark's f*****g one of his pretty little intern?" Daniel laughs.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, I've been thinking about you...about your promotion."

Daniel began to close the distance between us. I stare at the door. Could I make a run for it? As if he read my thoughts, Daniel positions himself in front of my path to the door, with a look on his face as if he was challenging me. I walk to the bookcase in an attempt to put more space between us. "I was thinking maybe I should reconsider." Daniel's voice seemed closer. "I'm sure there is something you could do to convince me." He touches the back of my neck and I stiffen. "Daniel I don't think-" Daniel presses himself against my back, forcing my face to collide with the bookcase. "Come on Cassidy, it's clear you want this. You've been walking about this office in these little skirts, teasing me." Daniel begins to slide his hand up my leg. "Please don't Daniel, let me go." I feel a lump begin to form in my throat. Daniel forces me to turn around and face him.

"You want this promotion, don't you?"

"No. I don't now get the hell off me!" I feel the tears begin to well in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. Daniel grabs me by my throat and begins to squeeze. "Who the f**k are you talking to?" He asks through clenched teeth.

"You think you're better than me huh?" Daniel slides his hand up my skirt, taking two fingers and jams them inside me. Pain shoots through me from the roughness and I cry out. My tears betray me and begin to fall. Why was this happening to me? Did I deserve it? I had endured his flirting before, but he had never been this bold. "You like that don't you, you dirty little slut." Daniel says breathlessly in my ear and I smell the alcohol on his breath. I feel dizzy. I can hardly stand, as I begin to feel vomit form in my throat.

Let me out

A voice that doesn't sound like mine shrieks in my head. Daniel pulls his fingers from out of me, and raises his hand to his belt buckle, never once remove the other hand from my throat. "Your type are all the same. Running around like you're God's gift to men. Seducing every man you come in contact with, just to act like your better than us. You're nothing but a c**k tease." I hear the unzip of Daniels pants, and shut my eyes. "Help.." I try to cry out, but Daniel tightens his grip around my neck, causing me to gasp for air. "Shut the f**k up."

LET ME OUT!

I hear the voice again, this time more demanding. The room begins to spin, and I feel myself slowly losing consciousness. The music from downstairs blares loudly in my ears, and I feel my head began to pound.

YOU NEED TO LET ME OUT!

My knees begin to buckle. Daniel lets my throat go and I collapse to the floor. "GET UP!" Daniel barks at me. I can't move. My head feels like someone dropped a weight on it. Daniel picks me up by my arms. "I SAID GET THE f**k UP!" He shouts. I do as instructed, not wanting to make his angrier until he stops me midway forcing me on my knees. Blood droplets hit the carpet. I touch my nose, realizing they're coming from me.

Please, someone, help me. I feel myself scream internally, knowing that no one was coming to save me. "Look at me." I lift my head and look into Daniel's eyes. They're bloodshot and filled with so much hatred. I had come face to face with a real monster, one that had plans on taking every bit of hatred he had out on me. "You're lucky to be with me." Daniel states, running his fingers over my lips. He grabs my hair, pulling me close to his crotch. "Hey, girl why aren't yo-" I hear her before I see her, and I freeze.

Beth

Daniel immediately jumps back away from me and begins fixing himself. "Beth, it's not what you think. Cassidy tried to seduce me for a promotion." I don't lookup. I can't face her. I feel so humiliated...so repulsive. I stand, wobbling at first, and pull down my skirt. "Beth say something." I hear Daniel plead, but the room remains quiet. "Beth, you know how her people are-" I look up at Beth, and see the tears fall from her eyes. She says nothing, just looks at me, and I feel my heart rip to pieces.

"I-I'm so sorry Beth." Is all I manage to say before rushing past her out the door leaving both her and Daniel behind.