Breathtaking Beings
1017 Words
"I am sorry," she muttered, retreating from my side, and heading towards the heavy iron door that loomed in the dim light of the dungeon.
"Is she the one?" an unfamiliar, frail voice asked, its thickness echoing off the cold stone walls. The sound made me shiver. I stood frozen, refusing to turn towards them.
"Yes, she is. Be careful, my lord. Do not underestimate her. She's worse than you think," Kiara said, her voice sharp and venomous, her hostile demeanor reasserting itself.
The air was damp and carried the metallic tang of blood and rust, mingled with the musty scent of decay. I could hear the distant drip of water, the only indication of time in this forsaken place.
"Hey there, little one, I can smell your fear. Obey us, and no harm will come to you. You have my word—you will leave here unscathed. But if you refuse, we will have no choice but to take the hard way. The choice is yours. Make sure you choose wisely," the voice continued, each word smooth as silk yet cold as ice, dripping with a sinister allure that sent a chill down my spine.
My heart pounded, questions swirling in my mind. What am I going to do? What will be my fate? Just then, an idea struck me: I needed to play their game.
Swallowing my fears, I turned to face them. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows, revealing the figures that surrounded me. What are these people? How can someone so old and hostile be this irresistibly attractive? His well-defined abs, biceps, and chiseled jawline made me gulp hard.
"She's cute compared to other humans," he said with a smirk, his eyes scanning me like a predator assessing its prey.
"She's not human," a voice replied from the shadows. The speaker, an older man with grey hair, stepped forward, his presence commanding. Despite his age, he was breathtaking. The air grew colder, the chill seeping into my bones.
"Little one, I need your compliance. Follow my lead, and this will end quickly. I am sure you miss your family. It's been four nights," he added, his tone deceptively gentle, like a razor blade wrapped in silk.
"What! No, I have to leave. My mom must be worried sick. Just let me go, and I promise to return and let you do whatever you want," I pleaded, desperation seeping into my voice.
"I'm sorry, little one. I'm not in any position to grant that wish. It surprised us how much harm you caused our prince. Something like you shouldn't be outside; you'd cause more harm to people, including those you love," the old vampire said, while the other one continued to gaze at me with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"I didn't do anything; they started it!" I yelled, frustration boiling over. The taste of fear was bitter on my tongue.
"Well, well, well. They put you to the test, and you were supposed to fail miserably or pass like the others. But you aced it like a prodigy—better than anyone ever has. Now, we're dying to know—how did you manage that?" the hot vampire asked, his gaze intense and unyielding. The air seemed to crackle with his curiosity.
Their words hit me like a ton of bricks, memories of my bloodlust flooding back. Bracing myself for the worst, I concluded they weren’t going to harm me—yet.
"You are a vampire," I began, my voice steady. "A great one, if I’m right. You all drink blood, so why is mine different? Why are you so interested in me? I may be a vampire, but I haven't done more harm than you."
"Maybe?" the hot vampire scoffed. "You are a vampire, little one. The difference is you are different. From what I heard, that was your first blood. Why didn’t you suck your family dry, and why did your bite almost kill Max, the prince of vampires?"
"I apologize for what I did to Max. I don't know what came over me."
"Exactly. That’s what we are trying to find out," he cut in. "You did what was expected—drinking Max's blood—but you made him unconscious. According to Kiara, your transformation—"
"Kiara hates me," I cut him short, refusing to reminisce.
"Enough chit-chat. I don't care what Kiara thinks. I’ve had my fun; now it's time for the main deal. I have a kingship meeting to attend. I want to see what you are before you become a hindrance," his voice was serious and domineering.
"Little one, we need to know why Max's bite isn’t healing. We’ll lose him if we don't figure it out. He’s already lost a lot of blood. If he loses more, he’ll die, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want that," the older vampire said, trying to ease the tension. His voice was like a cold breeze, chilling me to my core.
Turning to the hot vampire, he said, "It’s alright, my lord. I will take care of her. You can attend to your important duties."
"You are the king?" I whispered in shock, looking at the hot vampire.
"Yes, and you will follow my rules," he said, his voice echoing with authority, the weight of centuries behind his words.
"Kiara told you to be careful, which means you are also no match for me. I would love to suck you dry, but first, I want to trace my fingers along your trembling skin, to feel the pulse of your fear and anticipation," I said, flashing him a seductive smirk as I stepped deeper into the dungeon's shadows. The cold stone beneath my feet felt like ice, sending chills up my spine.
"There’s no escape for you, little one. This dungeon has been here for centuries, and no one has ever escaped. I doubt your small tricks can," the king said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Don't be so sure," I replied, stepping back further into the darkness, my senses heightened, the smell of mold and damp stone overwhelming.
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