THE VAMPIRE KING'S VALKYRIE CONCUBINE

CHAPTER 6

Damien sat behind his desk, with his windows closed. For centuries, vampires have been deemed disgusting creatures and unworthy of existence yet here he was existing with his people. In books it was recorded that vampires could only roam the streets and planet at night, but as time changed so did their condition. Damien as a pure blood could roam the streets even during the day and still breathe, actually was it really breathing? He is supposed to be dead.

Damien sighed from the lack of events happening in his life, he honestly missed the wars that used to break out between the creatures on this planet especially between the vampires and werewolves. Things have become so boring that he hardly liked making appearance in the public. It is safe to say that the public have not personally seen him for 40 years. 

His wife on the other hand loves the attention, the life of being a queen is perfect for her. His marriage has become as boring as everything else because even she doesn’t excite him anymore after being married for 400 years he has had enough of it. Damien continues to sigh as his door bangs open and his wife comes into view.

‘Damien…..’ She said, his name lingering on her tongue. Damien sighs again but looks up at her, ever so the same, unchanging.

‘You have forgotten how to knock Drusilla’. Damien said annoyed at her presence and interference.

‘If I have forgotten how to knock, than surely you have forgotten that you are King and you should resume your task of ruling your people’. Drusilla said, making her way to his desk and sitting on the edge of it while facing him.

‘We have spoken of this before, yes? Why? Do you think that you can change my mind?’ Damien said, coolly.

‘It’s been 40 years Damien! You are the King. May remind you that a coup can take place any moment?’ Drusilla said raising her voice a little. Damien stared at her, impressed that she now had the audacity to raise her voice at him.

‘I know what I’m doing, plus it seems like you’re enjoying yourself as the Queen’. Damien said standing from his chair and staring out the window.

‘I want a baby… Damien we have been married for 400 years and I believe it’s about time we had one’. Drusilla said pulling her weight off the edge of the desk and standing next to Damien, he managed to remain calm and only looked back at her like she grew four heads. His stare slowly turned into a smirk, then all too quickly into loud laughter.

‘A baby? You are not capable of caring for anyone but yourself, nor more a child’. Damien said as he continued to laugh at her crazy demand.

‘It is our royal duty to produce an heir’. Drusilla said, not batting her eyelids for Damien.

‘Don’t f*****g bullshit me Drusilla, you dam well know that vampires are cut out from a completely different breed. We don’t pressure on heirs because we live long lives, unless of course we are staked’. Damien said regaining his true form, fierce and a force to be reckoned with.

‘Think about it, it will do us both good’. Drusilla answered back and attempted to walk away but Damien held onto her arm tightly as he brought his lip to her ear.

‘You seem to forget who I truly am, being married to me has made you too comfortable. I plan to show you and all those councilmen just how powerful I am. Don’t forget my father was after all Dracula’.

‘Let go you are hurting me Damien’. Drusilla said and removed her arm from Damien’s hold.

‘Enough of this I’m going for a walk, until we meet again’. Damien smiled at Drusilla like he didn’t change come from killer mode and walked out of his study. Damien was pissed but decided to calm himself down by leaving these walls and finding something else interesting to do. Damien decided to move where the wind was taking him, but for some funny reason he felt like he was being pulled to a certain direction.

Damien sped across the town, his face was covered so no one could recognise him, after a while of running he was finally clear from any preying eyes. To his surprise he was around the border of his district and a wounded creature with wings hide behind a rock. 

Above the creature there were other creatures with wings circling around the areas until they gave up and retreated away. Damien could tell that they were looking for the creature. As he walked closer he saw that it was a woman with wings, beautiful wings. She looked up at him and grimaced at him. She looked hurt but that wasn’t Damien’s business, he all just wanted a closer look at her. She protectively wrapped herself with her wings and stared at Damien with her eyes looking dark as night.

‘Well, well well, what do we have here?’ Damien smirked as he crouched to level his eyes with her.

‘Nothing for you to worry about, I will be moving along’. The creature said and attempted to stand, only to hit the ground hard.

‘It doesn’t seem like you in any position to go anywhere’. Damien said still holding a curious gaze.

‘Like I said, there is nothing for you to worry about’.

‘What are you? A fairy? You don’t look like one but you have wings’.

‘I’m not a fairy, don’t insult me and never compare me to those fake creatures. They are the biggest deceivers of all time. I am a glorious Valkyrie if you must know’. The woman said looking annoyed at Damien.

‘Valkyrie, from what I just saw you must be a fugitive. Plus you are on my land so you need to go through trial’. Damien said getting closer to the woman.

‘Your land… What are you talking about?’ She demanded he answered her.

‘This is my land baby, and everything on it belongs to me, to simply put this you belong to me’. Damien said as he laughed like, and decorated the field with his voice.

‘I don’t belong to anyone’. Her eyes flashed the dark colour once more and snarled at Damien.