Chapter 5: A Slave For The Vampire Prince

Tamari Issoria's Point of View

My breathing had been messed up for the four hours I had been here. My body was searching for one thing, but I don't know what it was. The heavy breathing I used to inhale and exhale wasn't enough for me to feel alive right now.

The vampire prince Brixton told me I was still in the middle of transition, and I wasn't dumb or stupid not to think this might be the consequences he was telling me earlier.

I screamed in agony when I felt like my bones were protruding out of my skin. The transition he was talking about was not only a thirst for looking at something I don't know but the agony and exasperation it gives me whenever I think of him.

My tongue felt dry along with my throat as the scent, which smelled like vanilla, kept on taunting me, and I knew it was from the window. I tried my best to take out the chain on my hand, yet I was too weak to unchain it. In addition to that, the fact that my hands began to become a bruise left me in tears.

My mind was giving me mixed emotions. It has been hours since the last time Brixton vanished, and yet here I am, looking so pathetic and wishing to God he would come.

I was just bluffing when I told him earlier that I would rather die than become a vampire like him, but the truth is, I don't want to die, and I don't want to become a bloodsucker either.

I sobbed to the bed silently for a couple of minutes until the door creaked. Gradually, I uplifted my spirits and then saw him walking inside his dark room with amusement in his face.

"You're still alive, huh?" He mumbled in disbelief.

Brixton took off his coat and put it above his bed, whilst showing off his white long sleeve inner clothes whilst his tight pants and boots were on.

He strode towards me and then wiped the tears that had escaped my eyes.

"I'm amazed by your strength, Issoria. "Humans who were in transition should've died by now, yet you are still full of energy compared to others," he enunciated while playing with the apple he was holding.

"P-Please…" I mumbled whilst sobbing. "I'm t-thirsty… I'm h-hungry…" 

Brixton's gaze went on me. "How can I feed you when you disown my kind? The only way to save you was with the blood you must drink, and it is the blood of a vampire."

Believe me, if only I had the power to kill him right now, I would do it. But how can I perform such things when I couldn't lift my arm according to what I planned? I tried to attack him, but it only made me scream in agony. Blood began to fall off my hands and pour down on his bed as I was holding on to it, trying to cover it up so my blood wouldn't fall through.

"B-Brixton…" I mumbled in torment, "R-release me."

His devilish smile crept across his face. Brixton sat across from me as our eyes locked on each other. His fingers ran through my cheeks while his magnificent, godlike face was inches away from me.

Tears pooled down my cheeks along with cold sweats intertwining my body, whilst Brixton's manly scent began to linger in my nose, covering the alluring touch of smell I have been seeking since earlier.

"I want to drink, Brixton."

He stood up and veered away from me. "I will feed you, but only if you take the words you utter to heart and accept your fate as well as being my slave and your master."

It was hard to decide whether to give up my life the second time around or follow what the creature I loathed the most said in order to save my life. I was willing to die for my evil aunt, but I am afraid to die just for apologizing. It may be funny enough from someone's perspective, but right now, I don't know which one to choose.

Brixton was waiting for me to speak whilst my head was still on the ground. I was crying, unable to enunciate the things he desired to say.

"I'll just come back when you're ready. Probably you're already dead after three days, so it's better to—"

 "Hold on!" I trailed him off. "I'm so sorry, okay? I'm s-sorry! Vampires a-arent monsters. Please s-save me…" 

Brixton's side of the lips uplift. "I didn't hear it right, Issoria."

It was hard to swallow my pride and apologize. I was right when I told him he was a monster; however, I believe that some weren't. There may be some, but those kinds could only be counted with fingers.

"I'm s-sorry… You're not a monster…" 

Brixton began to fold his long sleeves up to his elbows whilst walking toward my location. "Do you accept your fate now?"

 "I-I…" I stutter whilst sobbing. 

If I could turn back the clock, I should've run away when those goons told me they'd kill us. I should've let the two of them die instead of getting the bullet that wasn't meant for me but for my aunt.

Right now, regret began to poison my mind while I was sniffing and trying to make Brixton stay and save me.

"I d-do.".

I bit my lower lip and hoisted my gazes. "Brixton…" 

"It's Master for you, Issoria. Call me Master Brix," he whimpered through my ears. "Repeat what I say, and if you did a good job, I'd let you savor my blood and be young, immortal, and live in this world for a thousand years."

I bobbed my head even though it's not what I wanted... It's not my will.

"I, state your name, a human who was turning to be a vampire, accept my fate and to be under my master's care. Starting from this day, the prince, who is the heir to the throne, owned me and every inch of my body." He muttered huskily.

My lips were trembling upon reckoning what he said. Nevertheless, I commented on the things he wanted me to say in order to be alive.

"I, Tamari Issoria, a h-hunan who was turning to be a v-vampire, accepted my fate and to be under my master's care. Starting from this day, the prince, who is the heir to the throne, owned me and every inch of my body."

After I announced my oath, I just found myself biting and savoring my master's neck, and the taste of blood that astonished me and left my jaw-dropping on the ground.

Brixton caressed my hair; he grunted in pain, yet it was endurable. "Mine."