Episode 5:Met with a vampire king
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Lisa~
I woke up slowly, my body aching like it had been crushed under something heavy. The pain was dull but deep, like a reminder that I wasn’t dreaming.
I sat up.
The room was empty—but elegant. Painfully elegant. Gold-gilded walls, velvet drapes, dark wood furniture polished to perfection. This wasn’t just some place. It belonged to someone powerful. Someone… dangerous.
And I had no idea how I got here.
Panic curled in my stomach.I stood, ignoring the way my legs wobbled, and tiptoed to the window. Outside was eerily quiet. Not a soul in sight. No birds. No breeze. Just a suffocating silence.
Should I lie back down and pretend to be asleep? Or face whoever brought me here?
I chose the latter.
I opened the door quietly and stepped out, my heartbeat thudding louder with every step. A grand staircase stretched before me, spiraling downward into what looked like the heart of a mansion. Slowly, I descended.The sitting room I entered was massive—too massive. High ceilings, marble floors, golden chandeliers, and walls lined with ancient paintings. I stood still, staring. Even Simon’s house, rich as he was, couldn’t compare to this level of wealth.
“You’re awake,” a voice said behind me.
I spun around, heart in my throat.
A tall man stood at the end of the hallway. He was huge—easily two feet taller than me—and strikingly handsome, like someone pulled from a dark fairytale.
“Yes,” I managed, trying to keep my voice from shaking. He stepped closer. “Don’t be scared. I don’t bite… well, I do—but not you.”
I blinked, confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He gave me a playful grin. “It means I bite—but you’re safe.”
I didn’t laugh.
Is he another Alpha? I wondered. But he didn’t smell like one of us. And he wasn’t giving off wolf energy either. If anything, it felt… colder. Sharper.
“Raymond,” he said suddenly.
“What?”
“My name. Raymond.”I nodded once, barely processing it. Names didn’t matter right now—I just needed to get out of this house.
“Please,” I said, moving toward the door. “I need to go.”
“Not so fast, princess,” he said, stepping in front of me and blocking my path.
I froze.
“Why?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even.
His lips twitched. “No one enters the Vampire King’s home and simply walks out.”
I blinked. “The what?”
He didn’t repeat himself. Fear gripped my chest. “How did I get here? Why did you bring me? I don’t even know you! I don’t belong here—please just let me go!”
Tears pricked my eyes. I didn’t have the strength to fight him. Not now. Not if he was truly what he said.
He tilted his head. “You called for me.”
My breath caught. “I did what?”
He nodded. “You were about to hurt that human. I stopped you. But when I turned to leave, I heard you—calling me. Not with words. With your mind.”
I shook my head. “He wasn’t innocent,” I muttered. “But I didn’t call for you. Why would I—why would I call you for help?”“You may not remember,” he said calmly. “But only mates can reach each other through the mind.”
“Mates?” I repeated, stunned.
He smirked. “I believe you’re mine.”
I stared at him—and laughed. Loudly. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. You’ve been watching too many fairy tales. I’m not your mate. I’m not even a vampire.”
“No,” he agreed. “You’re not. But you’re not human either. And that’s why you’re here. Until I figure out what you really are… you’re not leaving.”
My blood ran cold.
“I need to get out of here,” I whispered.“I’m sorry, princess,” he said, already turning away. “Back to your room. If you resist, the guards will escort you. Food will be sent.”
“Wait—” I started, but he waved a hand.
And disappeared into the shadows.
I returned to the room, head down, chest heavy. I didn’t want a guard dragging me back like I was some wild animal. Not tonight. I needed to think. To plan.
Maybe… maybe I could stab whoever brought my food and make a run for it. But what if I got caught? I didn’t even know where I was. The hallways were like a maze, and if the guards were vampires—as I suspected—then it was suicide.
Still, I had to try something.
A few minutes passed. Then the door creaked open.
The cook entered—a man. Tall. Broad. So much for the stabbing plan. Even if I got the knife in, he’d probably just laugh and snap my neck.I forced a smile and nodded politely as he placed the tray down, pretending to be calm. I would wait. Night would give me cover. I would try then.
The food smelled good—too good for a prisoner—but I didn’t trust it. Still, my stomach growled and I gave in. I ate in silence, pushing every thought of Simon and Mira from my mind. I needed strength. I needed to survive.
When I was done, I lay down, pretending to sleep. I waited.
Night came.
The silence told me it was time.I rose quietly and crept to the window again. Still too high to jump—at least not without breaking something. I backed away and moved to the door instead. Gently, slowly, I turned the knob and slipped out.
The corridor was empty.
Perfect.
I tiptoed down the stairs, holding my breath, praying no one would hear the creaking wood beneath my feet. My fingers trembled as I reached the main door, and I swallowed hard before pushing it open.
Freedom.I stepped outside into the cold night air. The courtyard was massive, almost haunting in its quiet grandeur. My heart pounded. I bolted across it, heading for the gate. Almost there.
Almost free.
I reached for the gate latch.
Then I heard it.
A deep, animalistic growl behind me.
My body locked in place.
I turned slowly.
In the distance, barely illuminated by moonlight, I saw them—red glowing eyes. Burning like coals in the dark.
And then his voice—low, furious, dangerous.
“I warned you.”
Raymond.
My mouth opened to speak, to explain—but I didn’t get the chance.
He was in front of me in an instant. Too fast to see. Too fast to breathe.
His hand clamped around my wrist like iron, and before I could scream, his head dipped down—and his fangs sank into my neck.
Pain tore through me as I gasped, my legs giving out beneath me.
My blood rushed, warm and wet, down my skin. My heart pounded violently in my chest, but my body felt weak, trembling.
What have I done?
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