The Blood Bride of Lord Minir

I don't understand any words that Lord Minir has spoken. It seems to be quite possessive, something I do not agree with. He's right that at some point, he bought me and he owned my very being. But keeping me away from people who socializes with me are just plainly stupid. Or worse, I don't even know how to describe how much this offends me. 

I pulled my hand away, trying to break free from the pain of his grip. He turned to me, bloodshot eyes as if I had done a terrible thing. 

"It hurts..." I croaked, not wanting to let him know that his reaction is hurting me. 

He sighed, and calmed down. His hot head is still fuming, I know of that as a matter of fact, but I don't intend to make him feel even more upset. It's just not right for me. 

" Look..."

"Look, what? You're hurting me with your grip." I moved away. 

His shoulders fell as if he's slowly making himself look gentle, like a feather that landed on my smooth skin. I gulped as I realized how much he regretted what he just did. I know I'm merely a blood slave but are my feelings not valid enough for him to understand? I want to stay inside of the palace, not go back to the mansion and get imprisoned forever! 

"I'm sorry, darling." 

I looked away. 

"Do you want to go home?" He asked plainly, breathing through his lips. 

"No...Are you going home, master?" I asked. 

I pleaded secretly to the gods that he won't send me home right away. I still want to enjoy this place, the scent of the expensive palace mixed with chamomile and vanilla, the sparkly jewels that dazzle us as we move around. It's a moment I want to cherish. 

"No, I just need some air. Go back inside." 

His head was tilted away from him. Even with his expression not visible from my eyes, I can still sense the fuming madness from him. I went back inside, not ready to meet the alarming gazes of the royals. Their eyes are a mix of amazement and disgust. I couldn't forget how one lady that stood beside Lady Catherine gazed at me from heels to head. It was just a stare but it made me utterly comfortable. 

Again, I am not used to parties like these and I would never get used to it somehow. The differences of our life status and privileges will always get to me. Though they see me as a respected human being, it can't change the fact that my body and blood is owned by Lord Minir, that his wealth saved me from poverty. 

I stood beside the foods displayed on the long table, taking one piece of pastry at a time while watching everyone do their own things. It's fun to watch people laugh and talk all night, I guess. As I continued to eat, one man came and stood in front of me. His eyes are steadied on me and I pretended not to notice his stares. It was uncomfortable for a moment but then, he made a small gesture for me to attentively look at him. 

"You need to use the knife and cut it." 

He demonstrated to me how it was done so I did the same thing. And he did not disappoint, it was really nice to look at. 

"It's a cake made by the Queen herself. You should try it. I don't have any idea how it will taste but I'm sure it's good." 

I smiled and took a bite of my own slice. God, if only my life was made out of cake and other pastries, I will die happily anytime. The food was warm in my stomach and sweet in my tongue. 

"It's good." I smiled at him. 

He agreed with a nod and went, " I'm Ivan. You must be the blood bride of Lord Minir." 

Shyly, I accepted his hand and shook it. 

"Yes. It's nice to meet you." 

"How's life living with the Blood Lord?" He asked, curious about how everything is like behind closed doors. 

I thought about it for a while and smiled, "It's okay. My master is the kindest." 

"Kind? What a big word. Kind!" 

I looked at him weirdly. He laughed, "Lord Minir is cruel, merciless. He can't be just kind." 

"Oh, but he is."

"Are you sure of that, Lady Sol?"

"I am beyond sure, Sir Ivan. If you may, excuse me." 

I began to walk out but he stopped me by grabbing me with his hand that holds the knife. 

I winced, "Let go." 

"Oh, no, we're not done talking yet, Lady Sol." 

"No. I'm going--" I pulled my hand away, and to no avail, it grazed the side of the knife, creating an open wound to my pulse. 

My lips parted right away when I saw how the people around me stiffened, probably by the scent of the human blood that was travelling in the air. But I'm a helsing and I'm sure that my blood will create chaos if I won't stop the bleeding. Everyone turned to me, their eyes red and bloodshot, like wild animals ready to savage. 

"A helsing?" 

"Please let me go..." 

Ivan looked at my pulse, he's gripping, pulled me close to him and sunk his teeth on my wrist. I screamed at the pain he injected, struggling to break free from him but the more he sipped on my blood, the more I lost my mind and the more he seemed to not stop. Everyone was going wild. Some of the vampires were trying to run towards me but were stopped by the guards. 

"Help!" I cried but none of them responded to my cries. 

The man in front of me was thrown away to the wall, his back hit the big frame of the painting and collapsed on the floor with it. I was about to run away when I felt a hand snaking my waist. Realizing who it was, I sulked on my master's side.  

Lord Minir took my hand and checked the flowing blood from it. The man began convulsing on the corner and was about to attack again. but fortunately, Count Vlad and the other guards were ready to push him to his feet. 

"A human with delicious blood... I can smell it from here, Lord Minir." One of the great vampire men forwarded. I don't recognize his face and I am not in a good state to do so. 

"Why don't you share her with us, Blood Lord?" 

Lord Minir's voice echoed, "DON'T YOU DARE LAY A HAND ON MY BRIDE!" 

The vampires hissed back at him. Atlas, Gerber and the others went in front of us in a defensive stunt. Count Vlad signalled us to walk out of the palace now. 

I was too occupied of the pain in my pulse to even realize that the carriage almost leaped from the ground. We were driving too fast, too fast that I even heard the other servants scream in panic. Lord Minir's grip on me was light but secured enough. His palm locked my wrist, covering the spurts of blood that flowed out of it just a while ago. We arrived in the mansion, trailing behind the last carriage was Count Vlad's horse. 

"Your lives are in danger now. Lord Ivan has gone rabid." 

"What do you mean 'rabid'?" Lord Minir growled. 

"How am I supposed to know? He went crazy right after he tasted her blood. And now, everyone's panicking! If this reaches to the king and the whole council, she will either be banned or taken." 

I sobbed, " I didn't do anything." 

"I know, muffin. The council will investigate this matter. And I will make sure that this will not spread. All of you should be safe, especially you, Sol." 

Lord Minir sighed, "Vlad." 

"Minir." 

"Let's talk in my office. " He stood from his seat and began walking up the stairs while saying, "Take Sol to my chamber. Everyone, go to your chambers, Now!"