She smiled like she'd tasted this moment before. And somewhere deep inside, I felt the same echo.
The woman with the blood on her lips looked hungry and ravishing but I knew I needed to cut this strange moment off before things went any further. Her fangs gleamed sharply in the night, and she watched me with her red eyes.
She asked, "Your pulse is loud. Tempting. I wonder how it would take to silence it."
This woman is insane, she doesn't care about much I bleed. Deep down, I give out a snicker because all these vampires are alike, thinking once you have power, you can do whatever you want without consequences.
Although she's beautiful on the surface, it doesn't change the fact about her nature. She doesn't care who she hurts in the process. I smiled, "If you want to drink my blood, then come with me."
She tilted her head and narrowed her sharp red eyes, "You're very strange, why are you being so accommodating?"
I let out a bitter laugh deep to my core, "Is that so, why wouldn't it be easy if your prey was willing? Or is it that you just enjoy the chase?"
She curved her lips into a faint smirk, "Hmm, it's a bit of both, depending on my mood." She said with simple arrogance like she wasn't doing it on purpose.
I turned around, my heart turning colder even though I could feel the heavy stare behind my back like a sharp blade, and the light footsteps showed me that she was following me. She kept a few distances away from me until I reached inside the palace into the kitchen. Oddly, nobody was out in the hall, so it was only her and me alone.
She started to speak, "What's your name?"
I didn't want to give her my real name, what if she used this moment to look for me later? Wouldn't that be just troublesome? Why would I invite trouble to my door?
Suddenly, my back slammed into the wall. The thud echoed through my ribs like a war drum. I looked at the woman who pushed me against the wall. Her lips curled into a faint smile, but her eyes held no warmth–just hunger.
Haha, she must be the type who hates to be ignored. How ironic. Her red eyes glared sharply at me like I am some kind of disobedient pet, and she demanded, voice like velvet over steel. "Your name."
I leaned into the wall, her cold hands pressed against my chest—setting nerves alight. I focused on her face, not the fact she had me pinned like prey.
"Jay." I said calmly, the name easily forgettable.
She furrowed her brow like she could smell a lie coming from a mile away. I made sure my heart was calm and slow so she won't suspect me of lying. She smirked with suspicion in her gaze, "Really, that's the most fake ass name I've ever heard."
I laughed, "Well, what do you want to do about that? That's the name my parents gave me."
She tilted her head, "Change it."
Her words made me speechless. I stared at her with a high arched brow, "Seriously."
She's so arrogant. Wow. She thinks changing names is easy and peasy. I shook my head with wide eyes and asked back, hoping to push the topic off of me. "What about you?"
She watched me with her red eyes like a rubber band tensed on a string, "Call me Lilith."
I tried to think of any vampire with that name, but it doesn't ring a bell. I shrugged my shoulders, but responded, "Well, since we both introduced ourselves, can you release me?"
She smirked like a teasing cat, "No, I like the feeling of you underneath me."
Her hands stayed firm on my chest. Smaller than me, sure—but strength wasn't measured in size. Isn't this the same thing as sexual harassment?
She walked up closer to me and sniffed my neck like a hungry shark on sight, "Your blood really smells good."
When she got closer to me, I ducked under her hands and moved out of her hand with my heart racing. I felt relief knowing I got free. I cautiously looked at the woman who turned in my direction but she had a dissatisfied expression on her face, "What are you doing?"
I calmly responded, "This counts as harassment, by the way."
She cocked her brow, "You didn't seem to mind."
I grinned, "That was past tense. Keep up."
She coldly stared at me, "You're the first who dared to go against me like this."
She asked back, "Are you not afraid I might rip your head off?"
I met her gaze, "No. You're not the worst thing I've survived."
She tilted her head like I just made her more curious, which isn't a good thing. She flipped her hair from her shoulders, "Alright. I could rip your head off. But I have a new task."
She smirked with a wicked grin, "I'd rather make you beg first."
She turned around and went back outside, leaving me alone in the royal kitchen, my heart racing with her last words ringing in my words. The door slammed shut and silence followed for fifteen seconds.
Until the door slammed open, the two guards from before entered the room, and their sharp gaze bored into mine like I was a mouse ready to be on a chopping board. "Where have you been?"
The guard who had me flat on the ground asked in a sharp menacing voice, "Don't tell me you've been in here to steal food?"
I didn't have a chance to respond back before I was pushed to my knees and I was knocked cold, my head rings heavily with sharp pain. I knew–that guard knocked me out with his fist using his werewolf's strength.
The next thing I woke up to a rough splash on my face–
Cold water hits my skin like a slap. I jolt awake, breath ragged, heart still racing.