The Shadows Between Us

Rowan Donovan

In the cheap club, where red and blue weird lights were up in the daylight. George had something in his hands. It was nothing but a treasure for him. In his hand, was a painting which he had rolled.

"Wow, Whose painting is this?" Asked someone behind Rowan. The master open the rolled painting slowly. When their gazes were drawn to the mesmerising paintings, everyone's jaw dropped. Rowan's gaze was glued to the painting, which was not moving between cheap girls save for thee. It's a portrait of a princess, she was smiling, and Rowan felt his heart ping in his chest for a brief second.

He stared at her eyes mesmerising purple eyes, it felt like she was staring right in his eyes. She was extremely beautiful that he forgetten to blink and kept staring at the painting with a jaw-dropping gaze.

"Is she queen of beauty?" Asked someone beside Rowan. He raised his hand to hold the painting which the master let him with a smile he felt satisfied with their reaction. Roman smiled a little and touched the features of the princess. He was amazed and thinking about who she was. It just seemed like God had made her in his extreme leisure and free time, with care and perfection. The thieves surrounded him to stare at the painting. They were smiling to see her.

"Who is she? I want her name right now!" He looked up at George and said in an ordering tone completely forgetting that he was not a prince but a thief just like them.

"Hey! Don't speak like you are a king! Don't order me. Besides, I don't know who is she. There is just." He touched the painting from the end and points to the name written on it. 'The dream princess.'

"May be she is just a fiction, an imagination." He shrugged and snatched the painting from his hands. Rowan controls his anger when he had to let go of the painting to this filthy thief. They hadn't recognised him yet all thanks to his long bangs who were covering half of his eyes. He can also control his eye colour if it's needed in any situation. This was the speciality of pureblooded vampires, not every single vampire had the ability to control their red eyes to dark to look like pureblooded.

"She is beautiful anyway." He stated the obvious still eyes fixed on the painting.

"If she isn't real and fictional then it's a pity. She is like an angel. She deserves to be the queen of Máville and even the whole world." He said at which Rowan's anger vanished and the smile broke on his face at the thought of this princess of Máville's queen. Just a dream, isn't it? He asked himself. But somehow, in his heart, he felt that she was really a real princess. A real queen of Máville. But who is she? He saw the master of thieves roll the painting again and put it back in his dirty bag.

Suddenly, there were noises as the door of the club opened with force and many footsteps were able to be heard. The door shut again which made a loud voice the lights in the club were still low for humans or lowly vampires it was a little difficult to see who was there and what is happening but don't forget that they were also slightly drunk.

Some soldiers run toward the thieves to fight and arrest them. When thieves have been caught, they had nothing but to fight them which they already knew they can't win because the soldiers are more than them.

A confident thief run towards the first guard and attack them with his sword and knives, they both fought with their swords it does not take time before the man was on the ground his neck was sliced half the blood started to flow like a fountain, there was blood and blood, some soldiers were hurt and some thieves were killed by the hands of royal guards.

George panicked when there was no option for him to run out of this place before they will kill him too, as he saw his fellows were on the ground their blood was everywhere in the club. The slaves have been hiding in a spot, where no one would catch them.

"Who the hell told them about our hideout!?" George yelled in anger about how the hell his plan has failed. He looked at all four corners of the club in frustration. He can't be catched, he can't.

"Gave up and surrender yourself. You can't escape from us anymore." The soldier said to the thief master and step forward to catch him but the master was also a vampire, he took his sword from his waist and attacked the guard. He aim at his arm which was coming closer to him.

"Hi." A guard grins and arches his arm back and throws a stake right into the heart of the nearest vampire.

The guard with tall height and the shorter guard approached George. The guard attempted to reason with a master, but he was having none of it. They reached up, holding his sword as tight as they could.

Master shifted between soldiers, either trying to provoke taller or unsure of what to do. Suddenly he lunged into a cut. The shorter guard was slower, reposted, failed to find his mark, moved to parry again and faltered as white powder hit his eyes, which stunned the prince as he was watching the fight from a distance with folded arms.

George's blade bit into his arm, but not deeply. The soldier threw himself forward, blind, pivoting off the blade in contact with his own and his arm, knowing where the master's body must be. He grabbed the master's wrist with his free hand, forced the man's sword away by main strength, and struck forward with the guard of his sword, feeling it crunch against the master's jaw.

George tried to push his hands deep into the guard's chest but he is just a lowly vampire who can't get a heart from his chest because the guard has kicked him harder.

The master staggered and the soldier, still holding his wrist pressed forward and swept the master's leg away, wrenching the man's shoulder as he went down. George screamed, kicking out weakly, but by now guard's eyes were clearing as tears washed the powder away.

He cursed louder when another guard attack him from behind the sword fell far from him the soldier smirked at his reaction, but suddenly he took a step and turned while taking a knife from his pocket and trying to attack the other soldiers. Someone kicked him on his stomach hard and he fall to the ground with blood starting to come out of his mouth now.

He is hurt badly but wasn't giving up. He stared at the person who had kicked him and then his eyes widened when he saw, he hadn't been hurt yet and had not fought with the guards. The person with a black hooded cloak and dusty face mumbled something in his breath.

"You said, that if the prince of Máville ever comes in front of you then you will kill him with one s***h of your sword." He said in his deep voice sending chills down to other laying alive vampire thieves, whose eyes were as wide as the master. There was calmness in his voice and features, no doubt that he was a crown prince for a reason after all.

"Rowan Donovan, crown prince of Máville Kingdom is standing in front of you now." He emphasized each and every word with his clear voice so that he can hear each word clearly in this hectic situation and loud voices overs covering grunts and shouts for situations ranging from dominants to submissives.