Fang Six

*Wine is bottled poetry.*

This had to be some cruel joke.

Laying lifeless on my body was his Majesty himself, unconscious, I could tell by his steady breaths that he wasn't dead, just fast asleep.

I wanted to try and move, but realized that he still had his fangs dug into my neck, there was no other option for me than to remain like a corpse, that was if I didn't want to hurt my neck.

"What exactly is happening here?" I voiced out my thoughts, trying to recollect what had happened moments ago.

His Majesty had dug his fangs into my neck with every intention to suck me completely till I dropped dead. But before he could even do anything he suddenly fell asleep!

"Ack! He's so heavy." I groaned, frantically searching around me for a cloth to wipe off the sweat on my skin.

Why was he doing this to me? And more importantly when is he going to stop? Would he get tired of toying with the disfunctional older sister and move on to someone else?

My train of thought was cut off miserably by someone's presence in the room, I tried to check to see who it was, but his majesty's body was blocking my view.

"Are you still alive?" I heard a familiar voice ask, one which I was certain belonged to Penelope.

"Seems like it." When did questions like this become normal for me? Just how much more unfortunate am I destined to become?

Penelope said something inaudible under her breath, then without warning pulled his Majesty off my body, his fangs forced out!

"Ah!" I moaned in excruciating pain, using both palms to press it down, trying to stop my blood from spilling out.

"What?!" Penelope was equally as shocked as I was, his Majesty was truly out cold and left his fangs in my neck. "He's never done this before." She mumbled under her breath, ignoring my pain.

It took her some time to recover from her shock to realize that the pain had gotten so much that I could no longer scream out. She placed his Majesty first on the bed, then hurriedly pulled out the medical instruments from under the bed.

"Heather...stay with me!" Were the last pair of words I heard her say to me before I too lost consciousness beside his majesty.

*Two days after*

When I woke up two days ago, his Majesty was gone and Penelope was beside me, watching my sleeping body like her life depended on it. At first, I felt numb in so many places, but within minutes, my strength returned spontaneously.

It was the line of questioning that followed which stunned me.

"Are you some sort of spell caster?" Penelope asked with all seriousness, I flinched at her tone, reminded that we were not friends.

But still, why would she make such an assumption?

"No, I don't believe I am." I responded and sat up, though the curtains were closed together, I could just tell it was already night time.

"So how did you do it?" She asked in an unclear tone, taking both my hands in hers, gripping them a bit too firmly.

"I don't understand what you're asking me? If anything I'm the one supposed to be asking the questions. Like for one, why did his majesty suddenly lose consciousness like that?"

Although I was curious about his state, it didn't mean that I cared an inch about him, if anything it was the opposite.

"That's what I'd like to know, you shouldn't be alive right now, but you're able to talk freely. As far as I've seen, for the past hundreds of years..."

I gave her a questioning look but did not interrupt, somehow I was able to maintain a level head and listen to her say such incredulous things. It was only after she finished rambling that I cleared my throat to speak up.

"What is going to happen to me now?" I chimed into the conversation, Penelope pursued her lips then stood up from my bedside, marching towards the exit.

"If he decides to keep you here, then you'll have to earn your keep." She told me before taking her leave, without any promise to be back.

Anyhow, that was two whole days ago, during that span of time, I always slept and woke up to a tray of food and buckets of bath water. While my wound healed, I spent my free time trying to practice the song I played for his Majesty.

"Ack. This isn't how the melody went...why can't I remember it clearly?" I lamented to myself, pulling at my hair in frustration.

It was night already, a cold breeze filtered into the room, roughly pushing back my blonde hair. I swiftly marched over to the curtains to pull them together, for fear it might soon start to rain.

*Thunder*

My eyes widened in pure fright, as my feet stumbled backwards, away from the tower window. How I wished it was the thunder which scared me so, but frankly speaking I was just too unfortunate.

"My, My, what have we here?" A relaxed voice speculated from the window, I ended up falling hard on my ass, the moment my eyes landed on the most unfriendly pair of obsidian black eyes.

"You're a Vampire!" I cried out crawling back with what little strength I had left.

He stepped into the room and shut the curtains tightly together, "you don't say." He chuckled lightly, taking calculated steps towards me till my back was against the wall.

I tried to stand and make a run for the exit, but he caged my wrists and placed my hands over my head, his raw gaze was pinned on the scar on my neck.

"So you're the feast I've been tempted with these past few days, who would have thought that you were up in master's tower?" His voice lacked any form of warmth, and his emotionless eyes had started to affect my thinking.

Fear suddenly filtered in as he said, "walking around with your scent leaking out in a castle full of Vampires, you're just begging to be sucked, aren't you?" He lowered his face to my exposed neck, then sniffed it shamelessly.

My fault? How was it my fault that his Majesty chose to do this to me?

"And do you think you have what it takes to take a bite out of me?" I retorted sharply, hiding my anxiety behind my sultry tone. He parted his lips in stun but soon recovered, flattening the corners of his mouth into a half smile.

"Oh? You're not as meek as I thought you'd be." He responded, staring directly at my eyes, he raised a brow at the abnormality in them, it seemed like he just noticed.

I avoided his gaze then said under my breath loud enough to be heard, "How dare you try and taste me? I am his Majesty's wife, which makes me your queen. Let go of me before you regret it."

The anger in my voice wasn't fake, the suffocating situation his majesty had placed me in made me act out like this. Wasn't it already bad enough that I had to be fed off by him? What good would it do if I allowed others have a go?

He stood frozen in one spot staring animatedly at me, "are you Daphne?" He asked in a somewhat agitated tone, his grip on my wrist loosened slowly.

I curled my fingers into an angry fist then pushed him away, I didn't deny that I wasn't her, but anyone could tell from the scowl on my face that I'd rather die than admit to being my younger sister.

He seemed to have understood that much.

"Hahaha...since you're not Daphne, then with what authority do you think you have over us? His Majesty only cares for the princess, which means that your existence is merely nothing but a stand in. And do you know what that means?" He explained, leading me towards the bed, kicking a bucket of water aside, allowing it to spill across the floor.

The intruder pushed me to the bed then brought his lips to my ears, "you're here to entertain his Majesty, and by the look of it he seems to be bored already. In order to earn your keep, you're going to have to satisfy me!" Before I knew what was happening, he dug his fangs into my wound and proceeded to suck my blood without reservation.

My eyes widened in pure stun at how sudden he thrusted his fangs, I gritted my teeth at how much more painful it was than when his Majesty did it. I felt my entire body paralyse under him, like a poisonous venom was coursing through my veins.

When I tried to move, he kept my body in place with his insane strength, and as he continued to prey on me with no sign of stopping, a pair of words escaped my lips for the very first time.

"Help me...your Majesty."