Be Damned

The Damned Prince Siyan

It was a moment of weakness. That's the lie I kept spouting to myself. I didn't know, if I had I would have approached the situation more carefully. How could a simple prick of a flower do so much harm.

NEVER  have I ever lost control in such a way it would inevitably have me in the woods chasing down basically a stranger. I had only met Morgan tonight, but even with a simple glance something about her was all too real and perfect to let go.

The way she playfully tucked her hair behind her ears and those perfect set of sparking whites that simply made her entire smile radiant. 

Her soft and delicate hands. Which proved to me how well-mannered she was and how serious she took beauty regiment.

But of above all it was her angelic like grace and soft and subtle tone that really did it for me.

She had a touch of innocents that beyond everything made me long to protect and hold her eternally from whatever terrible thing that would wish to harm this delicate flower.

How was I suppose to know not twenty minutes later. I would end up being that very creature. 

"Ouch!" she muddled under her breath as she held out her right index finger.

"Something the matter?" I strode towards her.

"No nothing really. Just pricked my finger on the rose bush." 

"Is that all, let me.." I couldn't finish my sentence. The smell of her blood was overwhelmingly intoxicating. Like Lavenders. 

For some reason I couldn't remember any other taste or smell in my exceedingly long life except for when it came to lavenders. It was a cruel joke, that often sent me in a sort of fit. 

She held her hand out to me. The tiny speck of blood rested on the tip of her manicured finger.

At first I merely just looked at it. Her hand resting in the center of my palm. It was almost like I was in a trance. The longer I looked the clearer a voice became in my head.

Drink of me?  It said. 

It was a strange connection I couldn't seem to shake.

My head was pounding and my vision impaired. It felt like I could feel my heart beating behind my eyes.

I could feel my lips being drawn to her finger. Her scent was appetizing and I was in need of a taste.

Inch by inch I knew I was entering dangerous territory.

"What are you doing?"

Her timid questions fell on death ears as the tip of my tongue connected with her fingers.

Suddenly my eyes lit up as brilliant flashes of lust and envy flashed before them. It was an undeniable high that sent volts of electricity through my entire body. A feeling in which was both new and alluring. 

I began to suck vigorously at her finger even after the cut was clear.

"Siyan, that kind of hurts." She attempted to pull her hand away, my reaction in which was to hold on tighter. 

"Siyan?" 

I couldn't hear her, my only desire was to taste. I longed for it, I yearned it. This feeling filled me with emotions. Something I hadn't in such a long time and never knew how much I wanted it until it was gifted to me.

"SIYAN!, Stop let go". She forcefully grabbed her hand back from my grip and my eyes met hers.

"Wh-what happened to your eyes?" She slowly walked backwards from me.

"Please don't go. " I whimpered. Me, a prince. Begging a mortal like some common peasant for scraps of  off their table.  My eyes rested upon her jugular. Suddenly a devious idea began to flood my forethoughts.

My hand gently brushed away loose strands of hair that rested upon her neck. She was meant for me. I could feel it. I knew if only I marked her, so would she.

And so I did. 

And now here I was chasing her through the nights woods.

The decent thing to do, would have been to break her neck. Snap it quickly. 

Crack!

Thus ending her life. It would have been a swift mercy than what I had done to her. Though I couldn't do it. The moment my teeth grazed across her skin I never wanted to stop. I wanted her to be apart of me. Mind, body and spirit. Everything inside of me was screaming I needed her and she needed me. Once I bit down waves of electric shot through both of us and I knew  what I had found when it did. She was blood of my blood, my other-half. My mate.

 I can still taste her it on the tip of my tongue. So decadent and sweet. Some of it managed to dribble down the corner of my mouth. I let it linger. I didn't want it gone. Like fine wine, I wanted it to sit there. Every so often licking it gently to taste her again and again. 

What is she? 

That smell. By Deyutus it was delicious. I wanted nothing else right now, but her.  Not just her blood. Every inch of her silk like skin, every morsel and drop of her private nectar. Every bead of sweat  that perspired from her heated brow. She was intoxicating my very senses and I had lost all function and control. Something I hadn't done since my youth. She was like a drug and I was an addict in desperate need of another hit and another. I wanted her. More and more and MORE! 

My skin felt as thought it was on literal fire, my blood boiling beneath it's surface. I felt, alive. An experience I could never fully understand until now.  I could taste, feel, I could breathe. Yes! Breathe. There was actual air filling my lungs as I raced through the nights woods trying to trail her scent. It was strong and with every stride I could feel my heart pounding within my chest. It was a slight discomfort, but one I welcomed happily. 

We could normally smell fresh blood for miles especially when hunting. Hers though seemed to be masked by the thickness of a familiar and foul scent that turned my longing and adrenaline into pure rage. 

No she's mine. Mines. Don't you touch her.

I stopped quickly in my steps as I searched left and right, frantically hoping to somehow see some movements in the distance. 

Where are you Morgana?

My everything, my life. My very reason for being right now. You can't be too far. I was just holding you. Your medium sized physique. Your well toned and tight toffee colored skin. So warm, so beautiful. Those golden eyes with a hue of blue. Rare, mesmerizing and inviting. The bronze shade of your hair that was whipping you in the face when we first met. 

The fainter her scent became the stronger HIS was. 

I could feel me seething. 

My canines growing and my eyes grew in my skull. 

"DON'T YOU f*****g TOUCH HER!" I shrieked into the night air. Scaring away air and ground critters alike. " She's mines Tamien. Mines-"

"Siyan?"

I turned around behind me, Nicholas had a bewildered look upon his mature-ish face. I've never seen him look so distraught in our 600 years together. He had seen me in a worse sight before, so I couldn't fathom why he seemed so bothered at the site of me right now. 

"What have you done?"  he asked in  hush tone almost a whisper. His mouth continued to move but I couldn't make out what he was saying. The only thing I could hear was high humming pitch, followed by the sound of rushing water. 

Then a Crunch. 

Something or Someone had stepped on branch or stick a few miles North from my location. My head perked up.

"Morgan!" 

"Siyan, No!"

Before Nicholas could finish his sentence I had already taken off at my top speed in the direction of the sound.

Nothing could stop me. No one could confront me. 

I would rip whatever to shreds then spread their remains across the infinite galaxy if they tried.

I'm coming Morgan. I promise I won't let anyone hurt you. You are mines from this day forward. Blood of my blood. My mate. My queen. I will keep you until my body is dust. 

I ran for what felt like an eternity until I approached running water. Morgans scent had become more clear but, it was muddled with a stench of something I could only describe as.

Wet Dog!

The fury that built inside me had become a deep seeded hatred with a murderous intent. 

He had her. 

Tamien, had put his literal grubby paws on my Morgan. 

The mongrel had the sheer audacity to touch a princes property. I knew he could sense she was owned. My mark rested proudly upon her. Just between the shoulder and neckline. 

Once to the spot where her scent was at it's absolute strongest, I stopped once more and surveyed the area. It was pitch black with nothing more than a speck of moonbeam piercing through the trees. 

I looked over every inch and again and again. She wasn't anywhere in site. My mind fogged and my heart felt it was broken and ready to fall at my feet. I couldn't believe he did it. The son of a literal b***h, took her. 

He took my Morgan, why? Was it to hurt me? To destroy my lifeline? To start a war?  

Whatever the reason I felt a ping in my chest and grabbed on to it tightly. I begin to feel cold once more. Almost numb. My head ready to explode and my heart along with it. I couldn't think or see anything before me, even with Nicholas calling out to me.

"Siyan?" his voice sounded muffled.

"Siyan!" again but a little clearer.

"SIYAN!" 

I looked up to him. 

"Look at yourself."

I looked down. My nails had dug there way through my breast plate. My shirt soaked in my own blood.  As my fingers were wrapped around my heart. 

The heartache was to great to bare. Tamien had took her and I was left attempting to stop the pain by any means necessary even without realizing I was doing so.

I released my hands from my chest and fell to my knees. A wail escaped beyond my lips that I didn't know was possible. it echoed through the trees, stretched beyond the lake like a sonic wave and past the forest. Then I felt laden. My eyes swelled and I had done something I didn't know was possible. 

I cried.

"Siyan, What did you do?" Nicholas inched closer and closer until he was in front of me looking down. "Tell me I didn't just see you mark that poor child?."

"She was mines. I could sense it. I felt the pull." I could feel as my tears trickled down the bridge of my nose and past my chin and hit the ground. Watching them fall briefly consoled my grief, then within moments it was replaced  with another emotion. Anger. "He took her!."

"That doesn't matter. You were promised to another, bound by blood. You have any idea of the consequences you'll face when your father finds out? When she finds out?"

I heard Nicholas as he carried on, but it was in one ear and out the other. He might as well been speaking Valkyr to me. My one and only thought was with Morgan. I felt my world collapse and wanted it to swallow me whole with it. 

Then I saw it.

Paw prints. 

Which means Tamien was in his wolf form when he took her. 

The smell of rain was in the air and could wash away his scent at any moment. I was going to have to quickly follow it if I had any chance of finding the wolfs trail to their home. 

Most importantly.

Getting her back.