The Vampire King's Destined Queen

ABOUT: How far can a true love last? Is it perhaps measured by.. TIME? UNTIL DEATH? OR WILL IT LEAD TO THE POINT OF TURNING YOUR GAZE TO SOMEONE WHO CARRIES ALMOST THE SAME ATTRIBUTES OF YOUR FIRST LOVE? Feiro Raven Lockheart is the King of all Vampires. He's the grace, above all else. But who would have thought that this magnificent King is a slave of love? A hopelessly devoted man to his Lady Consort. However, how far can his love go? Even through the death of his beloved, will he stay faithful or will the longing drive him to do something unthinkable. ~•~•~••~• The night was cold in the middle of October and the weather was fine. The moon was shining bright up to the sky, and a silver afterglow was scattered on the ground everywhere. Beside the moon, there were bright stars in the sky, its light were shining down on a maiden's voluptuous curves, her body curled up sleeping in serenity above the queen sized bed. 'It's inevitable.. here it is again.. no, HE is here again.' Marionette Valentine felt shiver careening down her spine when a cold gush of wind touched around her toes, she hugged herself to bring warmth to her body and to ward off the uncomfortably cool feeling. Afterwards, the touch which was familiar and she had already anticipated started creeping from her thighs, slowly caressing her skin. She expected his arrival, however, even if this had happened before, she can't get herself to get used to it. Because who would? "You've missed me." The man stated in a whisper, his voice were airy. Marionette was so frightened that she couldn't even move her body, she was frozen still. "I've missed you too.." the man's figure climbed up and his shadow indicated he was facing her, she could feel his hot breath fanning her neck, "so bad, my lady." She gulped upon hearing what he said, but more than that, she was expectant of how this person in the dark will drive her crazy tonight. He have sent a marvelous sensation to her chaste body, delivering her to a wondrous world she have never been before, oddly enough, she doesn't detest how this unknown figure in the darkness violates her untainted mind. 'Maybe I'm crazy' She once reflected how this insanity doesn't drive her to the edge but just blindly accepts, and she concluded, she might have wanted this. That it might be something.. something she wanted deep within but doesn't have the the courage to be bold and live the idea of it. In the next second, a huge force pulled over her, his gruff leathery skin made the hairs on her arms to raise. She doesn't know what came over her but although this was but a projected reality, or maybe it is reality itself she fail to recognize, she was able to move and was surprised to find herself reaching out to embrace him, but hadn't anticipated she'd be pinned down with an unbelievable force of his grip. She strained to open her dimly eyes like a deer and looked into the man's eyes, but to no avail, it was only his figure she could possibly sight and her gaze traveled below, hoping to find even one clue until her sleepy eyes fell on the man's lips. At that moment, all she could see was a man's thin lips. Through the darkness but with a seeping glow of the moonlight glistening into the estranged man's lips, she was enchanted and that uneven shape but truly scrumptious, she wanted it.. to feel it with her own lips and have a taste. Whatever dutch courage she had, she suddenly found herself wriggling under his tough grip and was able to release one hand which she bring to stroke the figure's cheeks. Darkness. Moonlight. Figure. A shadow. How is this all possible? As if gaining back her consciousness, she retracted her hand, "Let me go!" she screamed, but was taken aback because of all those countless nights this kind of scenario repeatedly occurred, it was the first time she was able to let out her voice, no restraints and most especially, not a voiceless scream. He chuckled, "Get used to it," then bellowed. "After all, this is what you wanted." "You.. you're wrong!" Marionette denied. Before she could finish her sentence, the man forcibly caught Marionette's parted lips with a kiss that made her words muffled. A replay. She knew what will happen next and realizing she could freely direct her move and let out her voice, she could no longer force herself to be calm like all those nights she stayed motionless under this man's grasp, she began to hit the man's chest while her legs resisted under him. She tried to fight her way out of the situation she was in, but when the man kissed her, all that came out of her was a muffled grunt. When the man had enough, he pinned Marionette's wrists on her bed so she couldn't fight back anymore. His grip was powerful, so he easily made her lose control of herself. "Don't move, my lady. Be the good girl you are." The man whispered once again, and forced her into another fierce kiss. In the momentum of thunder, Marionette Valentine was already wrapped in powerful male hormones. She was like drowning in the deep sea. Every night, a figure of a man visits her in her sleep and they do all sorts of things. With fragrant sweat, deep breathing and hazy mind, Marionette woke up, jolting in her bed as she was panting heavily, gasping for air. She roamed her gaze around her room, her lips quivering and eyes in panic, searching for that man. "I was.. it was a dream, again." She heaved a deep sigh, closing her eyes and calming herself, collecting her thoughts. Once she had calmed down, she gulped as she sat on the edge of the bed while checking her room for the second time. She grazed a touch to her skin, hugging herself and thought back to another series of encounter with the man in her dreams, for the past five years since from when she turned eighteen, these dreams have been repeatedly occuring, same scenario, same sensation, nothing else but a replay however tonight, there had been a surprising change. Marionette was able to move freely, to respond and fight back. But it was so vivid, as if it was real, frightening her to the core. These dreams.. it actually started there.. When she accidentally entered the devil's lair. The most dreaded place. The place where they think where evil resides and demon rules. The White Castle. The town says it is haunted and a beast of a man lived in it. Where they think the spawn of Satan himself lives. An unnamed man. Unseen one but is believed to exist. Unbelieving with such atrocities, Marionette Valentine once dared and entered the castle lair, you could call it an accident because she had nowhere else to go, it was the only place she found to hide herself but even if she was aware what kind of evil is inside, it was her own free will that she ended up with these dreams in her supposed to be peaceful sleep. She brought it to herself. Marionette not finding any reason to go back to sleep, climbed down her bed and walked towards the door heading to her balcony, she slid open the glass door and once she was able to step outside, the cold breeze from the wind at dawn blowing in her direction made her shiver but somehow relaxed her nerves. Eversince the encounter inside the forbidden castle five years ago, her life were never the same, especially the nights when such absurdity happens and the man unknown to her but someone she's already grown accustomed to would visit her at night. Possessing her like she's his obsession. As if she was his, that every part of her belongs to him and making her lose her mind, even the scrape of awareness left of her would instantly vanish once his searing touch travel all over her body and she finds no reason to retort, not even to feel disturbed, she was just like a good girl, accepting everything as if it's what she wanted, and when he whispers sweet nothings, she finds herself gravitating towards his pull and matching his willingness he never cease to show. Unbeknownst to this innocent Lady; she was already marked. The day she dared to enter the castle. Owned by the man who visits her in her sleep and bound to a promise that last a lifetime without any chance of escape. She's rightfully his.