The Vampires Torment

It Began With a Girl and The Promise of Forever

Seraphina POV:

The hairs on the back of my neck rise, and my survival instincts crash down when two big, very scary-looking vampires come into view. In my entire 100 years of living, I've never come face to face with a vampire. Now that I have, I will pray every single night to the Moon Goddess that I never encounter their species again—if I manage to survive this life-threatening situation.

Their intentions are clear as they rake their eyes over my entire body, licking their lips like they've been starved for days and suddenly rewarded with a holy meal. I'm supposed to be a predator. I'm a wolf, for Goddess's sake! But at this moment, I feel like a hyena that accidentally ran into a lion's den. I feel like the zebra, captured and seconds away from being consumed by the cheetah after a long chase. I feel like a wild dog about to be dragged to the top of a tree by a leopard. How ironic.

From their bright, glowing red eyes to their sharp, massive claws and long, glistening fangs made to grip, rip, and kill their prey, every part of them exudes predatory power. At this moment, I am the prey. They are the predators, and everything about this moment screams that this is when the predator captures and consumes the prey.

My wolf howls within, begging me to run, but my human side is too afraid.

"Now, what do we have here?" hisses one of the vampires as my back presses against a tree. This can't be real! First, I almost perish in a fire. Then, I'm kidn*pped by a Lucian, and now I'm being ambushed by two vampires. The irony!

The more I evaluate my situation, the more I panic. My breathing becomes rapid and shallow. My heart runs a marathon inside my chest. I can feel my ribs haul up as if squeezed by silver ropes, straining to inflate my lungs.

"Alone dog," says the other vampire. "The b***h looks like she's having a panic attack, and we haven't even had a taste."

"Please, I don't want any trouble," I somehow manage to speak.

As they get closer, my heart beats louder. "Don't beg, dog," one of the vampires sneers, now standing directly in front of me. "You're dead either way."

In a swift movement, my air supply is cut off as he lifts me by my throat, his claws digging into my skin, drawing blood. My feet dangle inches from the ground, and my vision blurs.

He plunges his fangs into my neck, forcing a scream of agony from my lungs. It feels like a needle piercing my lungs, bringing forth never-ending pain. The blinding pain is like a scorching hot blade plunging into my neck, followed by a rush of fire burning through my flesh. I scream louder, and another set of scorching hot fangs pierces my arm.

The vampires suck me dry in unison, and all I can do is scream. For what seems like hours, they hungrily drain me until the wind suddenly whooshes around me.

My body feels lighter than a feather, but I land with a loud thud. Most of my energy is gone. I can barely keep my eyes open, watching the blurry scene in a dream-like state. Lying in a puddle of my own blood, I know I'm seconds away from slipping away from this earth forever. I feel nothing. I’m going numb. My Goddess is about to claim me. My wolf sleeps somewhere cold. I feel alone.

I hear screams, many screams. Am I in hell? Did my spirit not make it to Luna’s gate? Am I damned? Never would I have expected that!

Then, it hits me. The wind blows, and the air shifts around me. The smell of mulberry spice brings life back into me. I’m alive. A soft whimper escapes my lips, and then a smooth, firm but gentle finger touches my face, sending ripples of pleasure through my veins and surging through my blood.

The smell and touch ignite a new fire in my core. My wolf awakens, submitting to the electricity sparking within me. It feels so good. It smells so good. In the next moment, I'm lifted off the ground. Like a moth to a flame, my head is drawn to the source of this heavenly fortress. I bury my face deep into its center and inhale deeply. The scent is my air. Never have I felt this safe. Electric currents of blissful pleasure flood my blood as the smooth, firm but gentle finger touches my face, placing deep-rooted hooks inside my soul. My entire being hums with pleasure.

He places his arm in front of my mouth. "Drink," a deep, husky, pantie-melting voice growls, sending another electric bolt through me. My wolf begs me to obey.

So I do. I follow his command. I’ll follow his voice to the end of time if I can. I drink.

The warm cinnamon substance tingles delightfully down my throat. His blood is sweet and refreshing. I moan from the taste. It's doing strange things to me. I feel like I can take on the world. My mind is in a haze.

I feel like I can fly. I’m flying high in the sky. I’ve never tasted anything so good. He tastes so good.

He pulls away, and I whine. I want more. Like an addict craves a drug, that's what his blood is to me—an addiction.

"Open your eyes," he commands, sending fifteen flares of dynamite within me. Again, I obey. It's like I have no control over my body.

My eyes flutter open to meet a pair of the most fascinating golden eyes. They are like honey, splintered amber, or radiant sun rays. They are so beautiful, so intense, so captivating. They capture my soul, chain my heart to their beholder, and make their claim. They are my sunrise. These golden heavens staring into my soul are a gift from my Goddess.

The beholder of these eyes is beautiful. He is my gift. Never would I have believed a creature as beautiful as he is would be my, "Mate."

King Cyrus POV.

In full phased state, I let my monster take control, stalking and hunting, honing in on the elusive scent that calls to us. Within seconds, I track every place it has touched in this desolate area. My monster will not rest until it finds whatever smells so tantalizing.

Following the faint aroma, I navigate through a sea of dead dogs, into the heart of a burning town, and down a bloodstained hill. The wind carries the scent stronger now, drawing me deeper into this forsaken village. One deep inhale, and the impossible becomes possible.

My frozen heart skips a beat as a burned-down hut comes into view, the faint scent lingering like the smoke clouding the air.

Fire blazes in my blood as I inhale deeply, tasting freshly burnt flesh. The source of the scent was here. In a flash, I search for the body. My monster is beyond furious, and I cannot fathom why.

Never has my monster reacted like this. I feel like I've lost something… or someone. For once, my mind is at a loss for what my predatory side desires. It craves something. All I know is it’s tied to that scent, driving my monster—and me—crazy.

My bloody vision zeroes in on a trail of footprints. Dropping down, I scoop a handful of trampled snow, taking a deep sniff. My enhanced senses detect a blend of flowery and fruity scents: peaches, watermelons, jasmine, wildflowers, and earth.

In a rush, I follow the trail into the forest, relying on my enhanced hearing to detect any sound. A second passes, and the scent grows stronger, accompanied by a fierce growl my monster picks up on.

“You’re wasting your time,” someone growls from afar, the smell of human and beast filling my lungs. Instincts take over, and my monster crouches behind a fallen tree, stalking the threat. “Do you smell that?” the voice growls again. “You’re wasting your time with me, and the scent is getting stronger. It’s here.”

They sense me but can’t pinpoint my exact location. A monstrous growl fills the air, and my eyes lock onto the Lycan. He charges at a human—no, a Lucian—who swiftly evades him. They circle one another, and I watch, waiting.

The abominations attack with inhuman speed, fighting for their lives, unaware that no matter who wins, both will die.

On any other day, my monster would enjoy the show, but today, its patience is thin. In a blur, I leap off the ground, pouncing on the beast’s back, sinking my fangs deep into its neck. Its pain-filled scream fills the air, but before either can react, the Lycan is dead, and the Lucian’s neck is in my hands. It’s that easy.

I place my fangs on the Lucian’s neck, inhaling his disgusting scent mixed with the most magnificent aroma. That smell! The scent belongs to a she-wolf, and he was with her. Why does my monster crave the scent of a wolf?

“Where is she?” my monster snarls, seeming to have a mind of its own. Up close, I recognize this Lucian as the one who escaped Nicklaus’s dungeon. Interesting.

He doesn’t respond. I dig my claws deeper into his neck. “Where is the she-wolf?” my monster hisses, or more like growls. Confusion flashes in the Lucian’s eyes before something clicks.

“Go to hell, b***h King,” he spits through clenched teeth. Wrong answer!

Without warning, my fangs dive into his flesh. I haven’t had a Lucian in a while, and my monster revels in the kill, savoring the taste. His blood is intoxicating, too thrilling for my monster to resist. It basks in capturing the one who got away.

To my monster’s and my own disappointment, the Lucian doesn’t scream, but my sensitive ears pick up another scream—a piercing, agonizing sound that chills my blood and forces my monster to take full control.

Never have I seen so much red.

Never have I lost this much control.

For a second, everything goes blank.

Suddenly, I’m covered in vampire blood, dripping from my chin, my claws, trailing down my face. That’s the first thing I notice.

The second thing is the two vampire hearts in my hands. Then I realize all the vampire blood splattered across the snow. Then it hits me!

The wind shifts, and that longed-for scent is directly beneath my nose. The smell of earth and wildflowers brings me back to reality.

Once again, the impossible becomes possible, and my frozen heart skips several beats. The red haze fades from my eyes as they land on the source of the scent.

Beneath the tree lies the body of a she-wolf.

For the first time, I feel an emotion named fear. I regain my senses and, before a second ends, I’m in front of her. Her tall, tiny frame is balled up in pain, blood gushing from her throat. My eyes zero in on four puncture marks, and her left hand is burnt.

My eyes travel back to the lifeless vampires who I now realize are my men. Suddenly, everything adds up.

One moment they were feasting on her blood, the next they were dead.

The f****d up part is my mind can’t comprehend why. All I know is I’m drawn to the she-wolf like a moth to a flame.

I step closer to evaluate her. Her dark, waist-length hair is splayed across the ground.

Never have I encountered such beauty.

Her diamond-shaped face is carved to perfection, with high cheekbones and a cute, slightly narrow nose above those brow-shaped lips my monster craves to lick. Her features are delicate, but her thick, full brows are wild and exotic.

No one is this perfect. No one!

I reach out to touch her, ensuring she’s real.

A jab of electricity travels through my finger upon contact with her porcelain skin, followed by a tidal wave of intense raw pleasure surging through my veins.

I’ve never experienced anything like it.

I’m stunned. I can’t stop staring no matter how hard I try.

Her scent and the feel of her flawless skin nearly bring me to my knees. My monster craves more. He needs to feel the warmth of this creature in our arms.

Without a second thought, I lift her from the ground, placing this porcelain woman in the security of my arms. I almost melt. My breath catches as she buries her face into the crook of my neck, taking a deep breath.

The devil within me craves more, to touch this angel sent from the heavens of blood. My entire being hums with pleasure as I trace her face absentmindedly.

So delicate. So soft. Her heart rate increases, fluttering uncontrollably in her chest.

She’s awake. My monster roars for us to meet. He wants to look her in the eyes.

I open my mouth to command her to look at me, but my voice catches as my eyes trail over her wounds. She’s losing too much blood.

I bite into my flesh, placing my arm before her warm lips. “Drink,” I command.

She follows my command without hesitation, fueling my monster’s fire. He likes her submission. Images of her submitting in my bed flood my mind as she drinks my blood. A soft moan escapes her lips, driving my inner monster to the brink of insanity.

My d**k twitches, feeling confined in my pants. I need release.

Her mouth, tongue, and lips could serve as my release, my monster thinks. What the actual f**k? She is a wolf, for crying out loud.

Ignoring my hardened shaft, I muster the strength to remove my hand from her mouth.

She whines, and I fight the urge to put it back. Suddenly, unknown emotions flood my heart.

At least, not this moment. All I need is for her to look at me. I need her to open her eyes like a baby needs milk. I need to see her, really see her.

“Open your eyes,” I order. My words are a command, and like the good girl she is, she follows with ease.

Her striking hazel eyes open, staring directly into my soul. Time seems to stop as I gaze into those honeyed depths. The beautiful orbs reflect the environment, the mysterious wonders of the earth. They hold the softest shade of green infused with honey.

They are so beautiful. So intense!

They capture my soul, chaining my heart to their beholder. My monster demands a claim. In an instant, I understand why she affects me.

In my arms lies the body of my beloved.