None of that mattered anymore. All of this should be gone before the morning arrived… everything about him should disappear but his shell. Danica was trying her best to continue in her movements, picking up the fork and blade to slice the bread.She was trying not to falter or even breathe loudly lest that would change his mind, he might set down the wine glass and instead go for the food. Reign continued holding his glass, staring at the dark liquid for a prolonged moment. If he was suspicious, she could not tell. The way he had changed his tone earlier still made her more than cautious. She put the slices on his plate and set it down, before quickly picking up the glass.“Let’s go for the drink first then,” she managed her voice to sound casual.Under the table, she set her feet apart, ready to take a quick move if necessary. “No. You must be hungry,” he muttered, more to himself than speaking to her. He appeared distracted. Good for her.He set the glass down and she swallowed be
“Don’t you dare,” she hissed. “Release me, coward. Release me and let’s see what happens.”Any second now, the potion should start taking effect, but he looked totally unaffected when his face moved away from her ear. With fright, she realized a possibility that the potion might not work on Reign at all.“Unbelievable. When I began to…” he trailed off.“When I began to WHAT?! Stop the nonsense,” she snarled, more furious because she wanted to slap him away, but she couldn’t. “You are a murderer. A monster. DON’T PRETEND LIKE YOU HAVE ANY EMOTION OTHER THAN YOUR HATE AND EGO! What is there to not believe for a beast like you?”For the first time since they had met, he showed his weakness. He flinched like he had been actually slapped in the face, just like she was attempting to do, and recoiled back. She got up, finding she could suddenly move. Danica watched Reign disappear from her bedside and appear back near the couch. When a depth of silent emotion showed on his face, she could n
A human maid knocked on the door when he was in his nanny’s pool of blood—her body had broken apart into multiple pieces. Blood splashed over his brown leather boots as he took a faltering step back at the knock, the noise being too loud for him. The maid had never learned to be quiet around the young vampire prince.Without permission, she opened the door; took two steps into the room; and screeched like a banshee at the sight of the gory scene. Hitching up the hemline of her gown, she spun on her feet. She was alerting the entire mansion, and… and he had just…Reign stretched his shaky hand out of instinct. With a bang, the door slammed shut. A child from hell was what he looked like at that moment. Along with the movement, drops of blood flew up from the floor onto his face, tunic, and breeches. His teeth chattered, elongating.
The visitor was in bejeweled clothes, and his long cloak seemed to reflect nonexistent light. Justus had seen him as the prince in the throne room, the one time he had visited the palace when he was months old. Despite being an infant, the prince’s fixated eyes on him had imprinted on his mind.The well-trimmed mustache and the thick lips belonged to Fragor. In the estate, his father would mention the name occasionally. He was now in the dungeon, looking down at him. “Get up and bow. What are you still doing on the floor?”His father’s impatient words suggested he was simply being lazy, loitering here. What he was actually thinking, Justus couldn’t say. Sometimes, people’s minds would penetrate his, and other times, they were blank canvases. Despite that and being a three-year-old, his body was proof of how much his father hated him.“I don’t think he could move, Theodulus. Even if I were him, it’d take me a couple of days at least. You might have broken him for good,” Fragor assesse
“Because they deserved a fate as horrible as hers.”“Hers?”He told the king about the human girl whom they not only sucked the blood to dry but sexually assaulted in the kitchen. At the end of his answer, the king looked sharply at his father—who was standing next to him and roaring inside to tear him apart all over again.“That’s not true, your majesty!” he kneeled abruptly. The floor cracked with the impact.“Send him to the dungeon.”At the king’s order, the sentinels came rushing to grasp their chief’s arms. The struggle disturbed the throne room. With the floor cracking and vampires moving around to avoid the chief sentinel’s attempt to break free, the large hall was in chaos.Grimly, among all these, Justus knew his fate was going for a worse turn before it happened.“Chief sentinel is telling the truth, father,” interrupted Fragor. “There was no human maid involved.”The chaos stopped with Theodulus’s huff. The king was ashen. He took a searching glance at his son, who just le
‘How could he speak to my mind?’ he caught Magnus wondering.‘I don’t know either,’ he smiled.“Incredible!” His brother exclaimed out loud. “Are you—are you powerful?! It must be wonderful to be y—” he couldn’t finish his sentence as pity flashed in his round eyes. For some reason, his brother’s pity made Reign self-conscious since he himself was a child, 14 years old. He tried to smile to cover it.“Are you—are you hungry? Of course, you are! Who did this to you?” Magnus spat out a name, a servant who scolded him recently for his misdemeanor. “That’s him, right?! I knew it! What a hateful man. Must tell Papa about this! Papa’ll take care of you. He’s great man, very kind and all. Wait, I’ll go tell him now! He could be back home.”At the end of his hurried words, the little boy darted back.“Magnus! No!” Pressing his painful chest, he shot to his feet.His brother halted. “It’s not that man?”Reign didn’t want to tell a child that his ‘papa’ was half-responsible for his current sta
With uncontrollable wrath, pinning Fragor on the floor with his knees, Reign shoved his claws into his chest. With long, tangled hair flowing down his shoulders and the layer of dirt and dried blood covering his body, the young prince almost looked like a wild animal to a few servants who were watching the scene, whose curiosity was stronger than their survival instinct. In his moment of vengeance, he had forgotten about the woman in the cloak that was casting the spell on him. With the tips of his sharp claws, he felt Fragor’s heart; the red in his eyes reflected in the ones of his torturer, only that Fragor appeared to be scared. Yes, his torturer was scared, an emotion he had neither seen nor felt in him before. He was about to rip out of his heart, ending him once and for all, when an invisible wave seized his own heart. Reign fell backward before his entire body spasmed violently, lying on the floor. Fragor was back on his feet, looking down at him twitching, with a rage that
More than a century wasted away while Reign was deep in the ground. But then, what was the point of ever being escaped from his grave with the fate awaiting him? He was no different from a corpse, like his brother had said. Magnus slumped down by his side. “Fragor,” he mumbled. “I’d love to tell you Fragor did this to me. Unfortunately, no. I did this to myself. I tried to poison him but I ended up poisoning myself! Isn’t that laughable?! I’m such a fool! Do you realize Fragor is a king now? Feared and loved by the entire kingdom? Of course not! You were underground, eating worms. He is still alive, although I weakened him. I am the one dying, but he is not! I’m so…” His brother’s voice was getting weaker as blood boiled inside him–if he still had any blood at all. ‘What poison is that?’ “Nothing on earth could cure it, Reign. I…”“Here you are, the wretched prince!” someone remarked in the dark. “You are dying! All is well!”Magnus, a prince by their father’s design, had created
When he led her down the stairs, she eyed Marie, who was biting her lips and giving her a conspiratory look. An hour later, she was in his mansion, having lost the crowd at last. Marc and Loyd arrived with Marie, Both whining they would have come sooner if they had known. In the garden, they sat down for dinner, five of them. Reign asked Mr. Hacke to join and the old man cried before he took a seat at the table. “You’re coming with me back to the kingdom, my darling,” he announced, in the middle of their noisy chats.“Am I? Why?” she set down her fork. “Are you…giving me orders? Already?”He tilted his head, candle lights half-shadowing his face. “If you’d love to stay behind, of course you can. I’m not giving you an order. Chaos could break out soon without me or you with the remnants of…” he halted as though searching for words, “my enemy. I simply thought you’d agree with me to come along.”She looked down at her plate.“I’m sorry I brought this up at our engagement dinner.” He k
“Cut!” the director’s voice boomed. Nova slumped her shoulders and dared a peek at his direction. This was the 51st take of one single scene and the sunlight was burning her in her voluptuous Snow White costume. This was how a vampire would feel under the sun, she thought sarcastically. “Snow White’s supposed to be sad thinking about her late mother.” he shook his head. “You looked freaked the hell out. This is her birthday. She is ‘lonely’. Again!” Her jaws felt so stiff, almost paralyzed with trying to get into that sad smile the director wanted for hours straight. Before she was ready, the director shouted, “Action!” She looked at the giant birthday cake and sighed. “Happy 16th Birthday, Princess,” said the co-actress. She smiled wryly, or tried to. Thankfully, it worked! “Cut.” Director Clark rose from the chair. “Good job, everyone.” She exhaled in relief, before slumping down into a nearby chair. For today’s scenes which started at six am in the morning, she had to wake
“Wait, Your Highness! Your outfit! How silly of me.”The woman gestured to her assistants, who gingerly carried what she was going to wear for this evening over to her. She stared at her dress in a daze; it was easily the most beautiful gown she had ever seen. The sleeveless, low-cut dress was neither black nor silver, or both perhaps. It shone whenever it moved in their hands. Delicate forest green laces were sprinkled with…diamonds.She swallowed the urge to refuse it, biting down on her lips not to slip that it was too expensive and she couldn’t accept it. Unlike the other dresses she had received from him, this felt so different. This gorgeous dress was full of his adoration for her; she looked away, blushing at her thought.After she put that on with their help, she stood before the mirror they had removed from her wall. Her lips were a few shades darker than her red hair; her cheeks appeared naturally flushed; and her eyes looked glittering, just like all the jewels over her bod
“What is it?” she questioned, pretending to be angry. “You have nothing to be jealous of, do you?”“I wouldn’t dare, Your Royal Highness,” Marc joked. “It’s just, you guys were not even kissing, but the tension was so high. We were afraid you guys might burn down the building.”“Yep. Yep,” Marie agreed vehemently.“You guys trust him now?” interrupted Sage. “Stop, Sage,” protested Marc, but the other one continued, “And you, you don’t care about her. Why are you even here?”Danica was worried Reign would do something to him and prepared to stand between them.But, he merely responded, “I am starting to regret that I healed you. I probably should’ve let you crippled for your entire life.”She spun around and faced him. “You healed him?!”“Yes, my darling,” he smiled, lighting up the entire apartment, or the entire building perhaps.“The vampire prince—sorry—king could smile?” Loyd remarked, sounding dumbstruck.“I’ve seen him smile,” retorted Marc.“I’ve seen it on the net too. But, i
Patrons went back to their noisy selves although several were still staring at her. “Who cares if you’re someone’s fiancee or not?” he grinned. “By the way, did he tell you? That I saved his life.”“Yeah, Marc is a hero,” said Loyd, looking at him fondly. “He saved the vampire king’s life.”She took the glass Marie was handing her. “Now that I think about it, yeah, he almost told me about you. I think he was saying, “Your friend...” when I started screaming about going back.”“You shouted at him. Now you’re a hero,” Loyd pitched in. She noticed some tables went silent around her. She ignored them and swallowed. The scene in the throne-room from five months ago replayed in her mind.“Thank you, Marc,” she said seriously. “What did you do?”“It’s nothing,” he sighed. “Compared to what he had suffered. I’ve never met someone like… your boyfriend. He’s your boyfriend, right? Excluding Loyd obviously; he is the most amazing. Anyway, I was at the palace gate when the evil vampire king was
After a long, frustrating flight and drive, Danica was finally back in Brickland, Umbre. Along the way, she had yet to meet a single person who did not recognize her as an alleged-criminal-turned-princess. Some stared at her, whispering between one another, and others–especially teenage girls–would surround her and try to take photographs with her, and of her.“I don’t want you to take my pictures. Please. Please!”Nobody gave a damn. They would press their faces next to hers and would take selfies while her face ended up grimacing or contorting. A few would caption their photos and upload them to their social media accounts, right under her eyes.Their hashtags, #withcc, #ccandme #atairport, #milestonemoment, etc., etc. CC meant Cinderella Convict, apparently to someone who practically shouted that to her face. One group of teenage boys even asked her, “Are you hungry now? Do you want to bite me?”“No. I don’t have bloodlusts.”“Really?”They looked disappointed while some girls gav
In the wind, his sentinel cloak was flapping. It tickled her calves below her nightdress. The garden below was in pandemonium just like in the tower. She registered all those noises vaguely while she was too aware of the single presence, the male holding her.“We’re going back in,” he warned.In one swift movement, he lifted both of them back into the tower. Once their feet touched the bathroom floor, he stood face to face with her and leaned down gently, cornering her against the half-broken window. Along the ragged window frame, he placed his hands, seemingly unaware the sun was hurting them.She stared when he spoke, unable to take her eyes off of him.“I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight. It was my fault,” he murmu
That did not surprise her. All of Fragor’s followers hardly consider her a princess anymore since they realized what she was for their king: a device. This sentinel must think the same. He must not feel the need to grace her with a response.She left the chair and went to the wardrobes where she had found the blanket, all along feeling a hawk-like gaze on her back. It seemed her remaining few days would be even more suffocating than her previous days. While Eirene hadn’t given a damn about her well-being, she had kept her good company most days.This new person… she sighed, placing the blanket in the far corner where she had found it. She went to the bed and sat down in the middle. There was no scenery to look out. No sunlight. She had wondered how the sun would feel against her skin since the seal on her arm was gone and she was a hybrid. Hours must have passed while she was sitting on the bed and the person at the door had yet to move at all. She got down from the bed to take a bath
Danica did not blink at the word, ‘the ritual’. She did not care what he was going to do with her. Footsteps retreated and footsteps entered while she did not bother getting up from the floor. Pulling up her hood, her new attendant stopped by the bedside; she did not look like an attendant at all.“You know…” said Eirene. “I came here to kill you.”“I know,” she mumbled. “How do you know?!” her eyes widened.Danica got up, holding onto the edge of the bed to support herself. Her limbs felt heavy after days of no movement. “I saw you in the crowd the other day.”“You couldn’t have possibly known my—”“Here…” she looked at her in his glowing eyes. “I’ve been a hunter for years. I could at least spot someone who wants to kill me. You probably thought I was a dumb bitch, didn’t you? How convenient you want to kill me. Do it now.”Eirene showed her fangs. “No. I changed my mind. You deserve to live suffering.”“Oh…” she breathed, disappointed. “Your father let me in even though he knew I