Chapter 1

AVA'S POV

“For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning.

My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member.

Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

Rowan's smile was synonymous to a crack of lightning on a stormy night - sudden and electrifying. “Because I know you, Queen Ava. I know what your weaknesses, your desires... and your secrets are.”

Now what was he on about? I thought to myself.

My thoughts were however concealed with a forced laughter, it was a low, throaty sound, because beneath it, a thread of confusion and fury hummed. “And what secrets would those be, Rowan?' I asked, my voice dripping with ice.

Well, that's how far my patience could go and well my cover up with it.

Rowan's eyes glinted with a sinister light. “Let's just say... I know what you're capable of, my dear queen. And I won't hesitate to use it against you if necessary.”

Under the flickering candlelight, we just laid there staring at each other. The room was engulfed with the heavy scent of blood mixed with the scent of rose, a grand four-poster bed only befitting for a queen, dominated the space.

Suddenly Rowan broke into a laugh as he bent his head to capture my lips again, “Why don't we do this again?” He asked, his head already kissing a trail that lady straight to my hole.

“Don't you ever get tired?” I said, gently pushing him off or at least trying to push him off.

“Oh c'mon, Queen Ava, I know your secrets, I know you are thirsty for more of this...” His words trailed off, as he began lapping on my juices, taking me on the trip to euphoria.

Euphoria came in the form of huge spasms rushing through me; I gripped the red blood duvet tight to steady myself.

“That was great, Rowan,” I purred, my smile brightening up my face as I turned to him. His hands encircled my waist, our naked bodies entwined, my breasts pressed against his sides.

Rowan was drawing lines on my smooth back, his hands lowering until he finally cupped my butt, squeezing it harshly, eliciting a sharp draw of breath from me, this made me rub myself against him.

“You're insatiable, just like me. I knew you'd want more.” Rowan said, his voice slurry as if drunk, his finger tracing gentle patterns on my chest. “Now so do I. I also want more too,” he said with a glint in his bioeyes, his hands releasing me as he climbed over me, kneeling on the bed with his legs on either side. He leaned over me, his eyes sparkling with excitement and something sinister, his finger still drawing gentle lines on my skin.

“I want blood,” Rowan said, and suddenly his fingers pierced deep into my chest.

The feeling of pain was almost non-existent but I could feel life slipping away from me. Blood gurgled in my mouth and it flowed from the corner of my mouth.

“Why Rowan?” I asked, but the answer to the question became even more obvious to me. My face was poise, graceful even at the face of death.

“Why did you do this? Why did you betray me?” I asked him, my hands reaching up to cup his face and he leaned into my hand, snuggling his face. Then affectionately, like he hadn't just betrayed me, he leaned down to kiss my lips.

“I love you, my queen, but I'm tired of your benevolent rule, tired of drinking that disgusting artificial blood. I want a killing spree, I want suck my fangs into human's warm blood vessels! Slave them!” Rowan said, his face suddenly tainted with anger, one that also left as quickly as it came.

“I'm surprised you think you would succeed,” I said, trying to laugh but it only made the blood flow faster. I was getting drained of blood really quickly. “You won't succeed,” I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!”

Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!”

As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork.

“Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested.

At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.