Chapter 7

Oliver's POV

"You are truly amazing, King Oliver. I've never experienced a touch like that before. The passion between us was clearly burning perfectly! I hope this won't be the last time we meet."

She wished. I didn't enjoy what happened between us last night at all. Her screams were too much for me. I didn't know where my associates had brought her from, but from her scent, I was sure she was a vampire from the southeastern clan.

"Go away, I want to sleep. By the way, are you from the southeastern clan?"

She nodded quickly, like a bouncing toy. Honestly, she was very beautiful, as I never seemed to get an unattractive bed partner. But my heart was already dead.

"Why, King Oliver? Would you like to visit my clan?"

She asked playfully, even hugging my arm while giving a sensual expression as if she wanted to tease me again.

I immediately pulled away; women like her wouldn't stop bothering me if I didn't stop them. I walked toward the bedroom door, opened it, and said, "Thank you for the game."

"Ah, King Oliver! You shouldn't thank me; I—"

Before she could finish her sentence, I quickly closed the door. I threw myself onto the bed, contemplating the empty and hollow ceiling. Today, I felt like locking myself in the room without any disturbances.

Moreover, it seemed like it would be scorching hot outside. Although we had evolved to withstand sunlight to some extent, my skin was still somewhat sensitive to excessive heat.

"King Oliver, it's me, Amy."

A knocking sound on the door accompanied by Amy's soft voice reached my ears. My blood boiled; her scent immediately entered through the door's gap. I tried to remain calm and got up from the bed.

Amy's beautiful and soothing face greeted me. Looking at her like this, I couldn't help but feel annoyed that I couldn't have her body. I should have already sucked her blood deeply from beneath her flawless skin.

"What do you want?"

Amy lowered her gaze, sighed deeply, and said, "Of course, to clean your room, King Oliver. Isn't it my duty? You're the one who asked me to clean up immediately when the women left your room."

I hadn't expected her to answer without stuttering. I was both irritated and pleased; it seemed her fear was slowly fading away.

"Okay, go ahead and come in."

I invited Amy in, and she continued to look down while entering, carrying her cleaning supplies.

Once she was inside, I closed the door and moved towards a chair. However, Amy suddenly screamed as if she had seen something terrifying.

"What the hell? What happened? Why are you so frightened?"

I panicked, fearing that she might be bleeding and I'd lose control.

"What... What are you doing here, King Oliver?! Why are you in your room and not leaving?"

She looked terrified, her beautiful eyes locked onto me with fear. Her body trembled intensely, just like when I was about to bite her neck when we first met. Honestly, her fear was quite entertaining to me. It wouldn't hurt to play along a little.

"Well, of course, I'm here to suck your blood. I forgot to mention to you that I would be very disturbed if someone knocked on my door for something unimportant."

I gave a slightly sardonic smile, and she became even more panicked. Perhaps Amy's fear was the most enjoyable entertainment I'd had in months.

Amy dropped her cleaning supplies. She then knelt down and prostrated herself before me. "Forgive me, King Oliver. I truly didn't know that it was a taboo. I was just following the orders you left for me! I never wanted to disturb you!"

Her sobs began to be audible, and I felt sorry for her, but I still wanted to tease her. I crouched down and raised her head to face me. Tears had flooded her beautiful face.

"Sorry, you say? Vampires don't know the word 'sorry' when it comes to sleep. You must understand, we guard our sleep to conserve our energy. If I'm disturbed, my hunger will increase, and seeking blood during the day is not an easy task. If I can't consume blood, I'll be in pain. Now, try to answer this: who should be responsible for this disturbance? You or me?"

"But, I didn't mean to at all, King Oliver! Please, don't kill--."

I stomped my foot forcefully, intentionally making the room's walls vibrate. Amy's sentence came to an abrupt halt, and now she wasn't just kneeling but prostrating herself beneath my feet. I could barely contain my laughter, but I still didn't want to end this little act.

"Don't talk too much; your time has come, Amy. Like it or not, I'm about to drink your blood. I gave you a chance to behave for a few days, but since you came here, you've only caused new problems!"

I pulled her up to her feet, gazing closely at her terrified face. I showed her my fangs to make her even more certain that her end was near. She didn't say anything; it seemed she had resigned herself, and her eyes began to close.

I brought her neck closer to my fangs, and when the distance was very close, I whispered to her, "Well, Amy, it's time for you to clean my room."

"I'm sorry, what?"

Finally, Amy spoke again, and I returned her to her original position. I couldn't hold back my laughter any longer, especially now that Amy looked confused. I could only clap my hands and sit on the edge of the bed.

"You're quite gullible, Amy! I was just joking; there's no way I'd actually kill you. Even though I like blood, I'm a committed king."

Amy seemed to swallow her saliva, and she now stepped closer to me, asking, "So, you mean you won't kill me, King Oliver?"

I shook my head. "No, just do whatever you need to do. I was just kidding."

Her face still displayed confusion, even as I got up from the bed and left the room; she remained frozen.

My day, which had felt dull earlier, now had a bit of color. Perhaps after this, I should really prepare a more terrifying drama. It seemed like Amy would be my new toy when I was feeling bored.