6

KENZO

I have always loved being alone. But right now, sitting in the darkness and staring into space didn't seem to do it for me. I was very restless as my sharp, enhanced vision moved around my chambers. I wasn't sure of the last time I made use of the lights in this room. It's been decades, even.

There was something about the darkness that appealed to me in ways I couldn't understand. First, there was this air of superiority and regality it just brings along with it and the fact that terrible, terrible things are being done in the dark, makes it even more beguiling. Secondly, this one was my favorite, the fact that I get to torture my prey however I want, being in the dark with something that was enough to make fear crawl up your spine, chasing and taunting them to the ends of the earth until they finally lose the only they had left. Their sanity.

It was hands down the most inciting sport. It was a part of being a vampire that I loved so much. It brings me so much joy, when I see that lifeless and helpless look in their eyes, how they beg for mercy and struggle to hold on to their life while my fangs are deeply buried into their neck, relishing in the thick red liquid that seeped out of them. I loved the fact that I could dominate them and I loved how they are at my mercy. It has never made me change my mind about killing my prey, instead, it makes me so excited to make them suffer, even more.

A knock sounded gently at my door, pulling me out of my thoughts. I frowned at the disturbance, not moving from my slouched position. I thought I had warned my guard that I wasn't in the mood to see anyone. I just wanted to be alone. But the erratic beating of a human heart at the doorstep had my eyes brightening up.

Food.

"Come in," I grunted. The door creaked open and she stepped into the dark. I couldn't have rolled my eyes harder than I did. After a night, she is unable to stay away from me. How convenient. I watched as fear crawled up her spine, her eyes widening softly and her heartbeat picking up a faster pace. She squints her eyes in the dark, trying to look for me.

"Amelia," I called softly and I could hear the blood rush to her cheeks and the way her heart leaped up in excitement.

"Walk straight to where I'm seated," I ordered, and she began making her way through the dark, toppling over her feet a few times. I moved from where I sat in the blink of an eye, stopping right in front of her. I heard her gasp when my palm moved to the small of her back, pulling her to me. I chuckled at how pathetic she was.

"You just wanted me to touch you again. Is that why you came into my room?" I asked, breathing on her neck. Her breath quickened and she licked her lips, nodding her head. I frowned at her response.

"You use your words when I am speaking to you, girl!" I boomed audaciously.

"I'm sorry, my prince." She apologized, looking up to meet my face. She had brown eyes. She didn't have steel grey eyes. The fluttering of her lashes against each other didn't make me hard, it irritated me, and oh, how I could smell her arousal. Without touching her, I could tell how wet she was and it made me sneer. My lips dropped to her neck and I heard her let out a shaky breath, her legs wobbling. I let out a hum, my hands grabbing a fistful of her ass.

She moaned and I chuckled before my hands moved up to her neck, tightening around it and choking her. The strangled sobs and gasps that left her lips had me grinning so sadistically. I applied more pressure on her face and swept her off her feet by the neck. I watched as she flailed her arms, kicking her legs in the air and struggling for just the tiniest breath to hold on to.

She began coughing violently.

"How bold of you to think you can walk into my room and try to seduce me into touching you just because it happened one time." I choked her even more, my rage building up ever so slowly.

"You are a brave one, aren't you?"

Awww, you can't breathe?"

"Shame," I hissed through my teeth and felt my fang poke out of its hiding place. My eyes had veins crawling underneath their etebags and the way my eyes grew hot, I could tell I was transforming. I flashed my fangs in her face, sending her a sadistic smirk. And then, I threw her to the wall with so much might. She hit the wall and came crashing to the floor, barely breathing. I watched as her pathetic self tried to get off the floor by crawling. I took slow, menacing steps towards her, hissing and snarling at her, while I kicked out everything that was in my way of getting to her.

And when I got to her front, I picked her up like she weighed nothing, slamming her against the wall, and without further ado, I dug into her neck and felt her struggle to rip herself out of my grips, low inaudible screams leaving her lips, which made me chuckle at her failed attempt to even scream. I could barely hear her breathing anymore and I decided to bestow mercy upon her. I tore her head off her body and her cold, pale body dropped to the floor with a loud thud and her head followed.

I picked it up and grinned at the sight of the lifeless thing before throwing it somewhere else. I heard another knock at my door and mumbled a gruff 'come in' the door opened and one of the vampire guards came into view.

"My prince, the king, and the Queen request your presence in the royal chambers." He announced and I rolled my eyes.

"Dispose of this body," I said coldly and sauntered into my closet to change into fresh clothes. I was out in no time, and then I walked past the guard that was busy trying to lift Amelia's dead body off the floor. I ambled out of the room and I was in front of the royal chambers in a matter of seconds.

The guards at the entrance bowed their heads in respect, mumbling greetings I barely acknowledged. They pushed the door open and I sauntered in with a taunting smirk on my face. I approached the duo that looked like they were my siblings instead of my parents, who had their gazes pinned on me.

Looking at my father just felt like I was staring at a slightly older version of myself, most times, I get jealous of the looks he possesses. It often feels like he's the most handsome between him and me. The breathtaking bastard had his cold amber eyes boring holes into my body and his lips curled in a demeaning sneer. He looked every bit like the grumpy asshole he was.

Mother on the other hand looked every bit as gorgeous as she was in her late twenties. Her lush ginger-red hair was pulled backwards in a low bun and her face highlighted my flawless makeup, which I knew she did herself. That woman was so picky and hated people touching her face. Her bright red lips twitched in a light smile when I dropped right in front of them before bowing my head in respect.

"Father, do you look tired or is it just my eyes?" I taunted, my lips twitching in a smirk and I watched his eyes darken in anger. He hissed and snarled at me, wanting to lunge at me but his wife held him back by placing her hand on his. It worked like magic because I have never seen a man that was as obsessed with his wife as my father. The redhead woman has him wrapped around her fingers.

"Joseph, behave yourself." She warned in that motherly tone of hers, glaring at her husband, who in turn, rolled his eyes.

"I DO NOT look tired and I wouldn't tolerate any disrespect from you, son." He growled at me and I chuckled. Yes, I was getting a rise out of him and that was what I wanted. I smirked at him and proceeded to greet mother properly. I walked over to where she sat, her eyes gleaming with so much softness as she took me in with her brown eyes. I placed a kiss on both sides of her cheeks. She giggled softly and I heard father snort.

"You look gorgeous, mother." I kissed her forehead.

"Get your disgusting self away from my wife!" He couldn't hold it in any longer, he snapped. I knew he was bound to go all angry at me because of how I kissed his wife's cheeks. The man was so possessive and wouldn't let any male near her, not even her son. I didn't understand how his brain works at times. He was one of the reasons I rarely saw my mother.

"Possessive freak," I mumbled under my breath but I was so sure he heard me.

"ELIAS!" He growled. Our eyes were locked in a cold stare.

"Kenzo, sweetheart, your father and I just want to talk to you." Mother spoke up, interrupting the brewing catfight. She held his hand again and sent him a glare. He tried to speak but she arched a brow at him and he sighed, turning his face away with a huff. She turned to me with a warm smile on her face and I couldn't resist smiling back at her.

"Virginia__"

My stable mood dropped down to zero and I felt my bright expression morph into a huge frown. I let out a low hiss, clenching my fists and looking away from my mother, who sighed.

"Mother, I don't want to hear it," I deadpanned and that was all it took for the self-control my father had left to snap into two. One minute, he was on his seat, and the next, he was on his feet, growling and hissing at me, with his fangs on display. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me to the wall. I winced in pain and got on my feet in a matter of seconds, breathing heavily and glaring at him.

"Joseph!" My mother screamed.

"Enough, Clarissa!" He snapped.

"You can disrespect me all you want but you will never disrespect my woman that way in my presence. You think you are all that because you are a vampire prince now" He slammed his fists on the wooden table beside him and it broke into pieces. He picked a straight wood and broke it into two with his legs.

"I'M CENTURIES OLDER THAN YOU, BOY!!!" He screamed, his words holding so much weight and threatening to bring the castle's walls down to its feet. If mother hadn't gotten off her seat, moving with a deadly speed, and stopped at his front, he would have used the stake on me.

"Come on, dad!! Come on!" I bellowed, beckoning him to come at me.

"Joseph, please. You can't do that. He's our son."

"Look at me, my love,"

I watched mother plead with him, cradling his face in her hands. He turned to her and I could swear it, I watched the coldness in his eyes melt into so much softness that had my heart twisting in jealous knots. She smiled at him and stood on her tiptoes, placing a kiss on his lips. His hands automatically gave away the stake in his hands, going up to the small of her back and pulling her close. I heard my mom moan and I knew that was my cue.

I wasn't about to stand here and watch my parents have sex. I moved swiftly out of the room and shut the door on my way out, releasing a sigh.