to the vampires. They worship it. It’s their God. It is written in their sacred book that the ball would someday choose a human to follow. That human is you. It chose you.”
“Chose me for what?” Lela asked, her throat threatening to close.
“Clear your mind and grasp what I’m telling you. It chose you to save them…to make them human again. Vampires despise what they are. They want to walk in the sun again. They hate immortality…they consider it torture…cursed to live in darkness forever.”
Lela sat on the edge of her bed and put her face in her hands. “I believe your words. Bloody hell, I do believe you.”
“Your mother offered herself to them. Since you were born of her womb, her blood was also sacred to them. They craved to drink from the woman who had given birth to their savior. In exchange for her blood, they agreed to leave you alone for ten years. Her blood saved you…kept them away from you.
“The ball made itself known to me yesterday,” Lela said.
Lady Rema wheezed. “Oh no,” she said. “That means…”
“This is not the time to hold your tongue.”
“They are coming for you. The pact is over. And nothing will stop them.”
“Leave my room,” Lela whispered.
“Princess, please, the King must not know I told you.”
“I need you to leave my room.” She had to be alone with her thoughts…her fear…her desire to perish right then and there.
“Yes, I’m sorry, please forgive me,” Lady Rema said and left.
Lela dashed to her window and said, “Eldrich, you bastard!”
Then she threw herself on her bed.
Lela did not know how long she had been asleep when in semi darkness she opened her eyes to find a figure standing at her bedside. Groggily, she whispered, “Eldrich.”
“I didn’t want to leave you,” he said.
“But you did,” she said, standing.
He caressed her face. “Now that I’ve returned to my true form, I can’t be in the light.”
Lela glanced at the lit candles on her walls.
“Only the sun can hurt me,” he said.
“Then may the sun rise now,” she said.
“I’m sorry I left you,” he murmured.
“Are you a vampire?” she asked.
He kissed her forehead. “Yes.”
“Your kind killed my mother,” she said. A part of her wanted to take hold of a sword and sink it into his chest.
“Now they want you,” he said.
“Are you here to take me to them?” She did not understand why she wasn’t afraid of him. By all reason she should scream and run away from him. But she found herself paralyzed.
“I’m here to protect you from them.”
“Why?” In spite of what she had just learned, she trusted him.
Although she would deny it to her death, his presence warmed her and she wanted nothing more but to take him into her bed.
“You helped me. And now I will help you,” he said.
“Is that the only reason?” She closed her eyes and thought of the night before. His body against hers…his lips on her mouth…his everything. Ashamed by what she was feeling, she opened her eyes. His kind killed your mother!
“Do you want me to leave?” he asked, his eyes on her as if he meant to swallow her.
“Yes.” She lied.
“I’m yours,” he said, coming closer to her.
“Leave,” she said, biting down hard on her lip. She could not resist her desire. Yes, she wanted him.
He moved in and kissed her. His energy ran through her, nearly knocking her to the floor. She pushed him onto the bed.
“I hate you,” she said.
“I love you,” he said.
“You cannot love someone you don’t know,” she said.
“Are you mine?” he asked.
She brought her body on top of his and ran her fingers down his chest.
“Are you mine?” he asked again.
“I belong to no one.”
“Sweet princess,” he said, flipping her on her back. “There are so many things I want to do to you. Will you let me?”
“Yes,” she said, shaking.
He glided his hand under her dress and up her inner thighs.
The pleasure she was feeling was almost too much for her to take; any second she thought she would fall into unconsciousness.
“Do you want me to caress you?” he asked.
“With your mouth,” she said. Her bluntness baffled her.
He spread her legs. Disappearing underneath her dress, he brought her to near tears.
“Shall I stop, sweet princess?”
Squirming from side to side, she said, “I need you.” And she did. At this moment, she needed all of him. She needed him to kiss her…touch her…tell her he would do anything for her.
“Not yet,” he said, turning her on her stomach.
“I cannot take anymore. I demand it.”
He brought the palm of his hand to her bare buttocks.
“Sweet prince,” she said, ignoring the pain and wishing for more.
He brought his hand down again. And then again. The moisture between her legs increasing with each blow. Sweet prince.
Swinging his arm around her stomach, he lifted her.
“If I’m yours, you’ll do as I say,” she said, now on her knees.
“What do you want?” he asked, pressing himself against her buttocks.
“You know what I want,” she said. I shall die if you do not enter me.
“Not yet, sweet princess.”
“Bite me, then,” she said. “Drink from me.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Do it.”
He put his mouth on her neck.
“Command me,” he whispered.
“I shall have you imprisoned if you do not drink from me.”
In the next moment, he sank his teeth into her and drew her blood.
“I want all of you,” she said.
And he obeyed. He plunged into her.
She then turned around, forcing him to stop.
“Beg me,” she said, pushing him down on his back.
“I beg you,” he said, her blood on his lips.
She climbed on top of him and placed her hand on his cock.
“I beg you,” he said again.
She then took it in her mouth, his moaning encouraging her to draw it in deeper and deeper, causing her to climax.
