The Cursed Vampire's Bride

In His Room

Azrael was the powerful, impenetrable vampire king to all the citizens, to top all of that was the fact that he was exceptionally handsome. He also didn't seem like a regular vampire, maybe because he was of the royal blood but he wasn't pale like the normal vampires. However they feared and revered him while some ladies simply wants him to drink from them "it was an honor to have the king drink from me" one of the maid had said and the next day she was found dead drained of all blood.

Azrael was perfect on the surface but no one knew or maybe some knew but can't speak of it, he had been living with a curse since he was born. Some said it was a curse that was casted on him for killing his father the previous king and his queen, some said he raped his own mother to death and was cursed but no one knew what the curse was about. He had never smelt what fresh flowers scent like. It was firstly too much for him to comprehend, as he watched children of his age shout out that food was burning or the aroma of food coming from next door in the commoners village where he lived with his mother many years ago.

Ayira was in his arms as they moved slowly to the rhythm of the song, it was all very fascinating to him. He could smell her right from a short distance, he could smell something after so long. He couldn't Identify what he was smelling, but he knew he had to take in more of this wonderful scent and to his surprise it was coming from this young lady dressed in a beautiful purple dress.

Not wanting to confront her at first he went in the midst of other ladies but couldn't perceive any other scent, he could hardly contain his throbbing head from beating faster as the foreign scent wafted into his nose. It was so intense that he had to control himself not to suck her blood, when he couldn't take it any longer he went for her, his curious gaze looked straight into her eyes as they moved to the song all the other maidens and men stood at the side clearing the floor for the couple. Azrael could hear her heartbeat getting louder, it was beating so fast like it would jump out of her chest.

"It's alluring you know?" He broke the silence as he carressed her waist , Ayira let out shaky breath "What is?......Your Majesty " trying to avoid his deep stare. "The way your heart beats.......like it's hiding a secret but what could possibly be hidden in that little heart of yours if not blood clot" Ayira's eyes widened as she swallowed hurriedly "Your .....your Majesty" she called out again, now getting a sweaty palm. He gave an enigmatic and enchanting smile "what is your name pretty human?" he said lowly against her ear while taking the chance to sniff in deeply the scent that was driving him crazy.

"A...Ayira Winsdor your Majesty" she said now feeling really frightened by his moves, she had always heard of how vampires suck human blood after asking for permission. But this was the king, would he even ask for permission before sucking her blood? She feared the sting of a needle, so being pierced by fangs would make her lose her mind. "Hmn A beautiful name ..... befitting such an alluring and sweet human" Ayira was now pretty sure he wanted her blood "Pardon me....Your Majesty but please would you kindly let me know....before.....before you feed on me?" The last part was almost in whispers because her voice was starting to tremble.

Azrael chuckled as he sensed her heightened fear "Don't be afraid my dear Ayira......what I want from you is not your blood, although I wouldn't mind having a bit of it now and then" Ayira whipped her head up in relief and curiousity, her eyes blurred with tears looked so captivating, for once Azrael was caught up by a female's beauty. He had seen so many ethereal beauties but never felt anything special about them, instead they always wanted to follow him.

"This is really fascinating........you have successfully done what no female ever did Ayira" he said as he stared straight into her eye, this time there was no smile or smirk on his face. Ayira's heartbeat hastened once again as she blinked slowly trying not to stare at the handsome face whose whole attention was now on her, her face heated up as she averted her gaze. She couldn't believe she was assessing and blushing for the same vampire she deemed a monster. "Easy there kitty, you know I can hear every little beat of your tiny heart, should I take it's speed as the fact that you're excited to be with me? " He teased her in a low seductive tone.

Soon the music ended and she curtsied while he held her hands up, slowly bringing it to his lips while holding her gaze not giving her a chance to look away. "If you'll allow me Milady, I'd like to monopolize the rest of your evening" Ayira face paled as she struggled not to feel anxious, she curtsied once again "it would be my honor Your Majesty" she said in a small audible voice, that was like music to the ears. He had seen many men eyeing her hoping he'd let go of her hand right after the dance but since it would be rude to gorge out their eyes on such day, he decided to make sure she sticked with him for the rest of the evening. "Please enjoy the rest of your evening .......while we enjoy ours" he said ambiguously.

She could feel the females glares glued to the back of her head as he held her hand moving to step out of the hall, Ayira's heart couldn't help but quicken. "Where are we going Your Majesty? .......I .....I have to get back to my hand maid soon or my family would be worried" she said full of apprehension as she tried as much as she could to stay calm. "I'm sure she can wait, we need to have a more private talk.......in my room" his voice thickened with a strange emotion as he said the last sentence. Ayira's empty hand tightened around her flowing gown as she stared at the king with wide scared eyes.