Her Vampire Prince

Her Vampire Prince - Chapter 4

As though a whirlwind had carried her, Daphne found herself in a dark place. But she was not scared. Her shock was only momentary.

When she felt his hot fingers moved on her body, her protective mechanism had activated instantly. Her knee had automatically kicked in between his legs.

"Ouch!" the man yowled. He released his hold onto her arms to cover the front of his pants. His body folded because that part was tender.

"Prince Avner! What happened?" A small and thin man attended to him swiftly. He was waved away by the tall man.

Daphne heard the title. 'Prince?'

There were three princes in the kingdom. Each was first-born because the king had three wives. Three women. The man was insatiable!

Instead of being overwhelmed in front of royalty, disgust overflowed inside her.

Daphne slapped him hard on the face. "Don't ever touch me! You insolent swine!"

"Hey!" Blood appeared on the thin nostrils. The man wiped it with his hand. "What did I do to you to warrant this abuse?" he mumbled while his fingers pinched his nose to stop the bleeding.

"I hate you!" Daphne raised her hand again to deliver her second slap to his face.

But the man promptly held her hand. "Once is enough." His deep voice taunted her.

Hatred filled her heart. "Liar! You were manhandling me!" She let go of her free hand. She smacked him on the face once again.

"Stop it!" commanded the man sternly. His frown should warn her.

"Watch me!" Daphne freed her other hand and clawed him.

Her nails had left their marks on the pale skin of his neck. Three long scratches!

"Aah! You little cat!" he howled huskily. He tried to grab her but she evaded him agilely.

Daphne studied where they were. It was a large cave. They were isolated in there!

The tall and lean man was wearing a hooded jacket. He peeled it off and threw it away.

The tiny man caught it before it fell to the ground. He was wearing a hooded jacket, too.

The man with the hypnotic blue eyes folded his long sleeves while he stalked her menacingly.

Daphne stepped back slowly. She calculated her distance towards the entrance of the cave.

"Uh-oh!" the man mocked her. In the blink of an eye, the man was in front of her. He pulled Daphne's hat from her head. Her long and curly hair tumbled down in all its glory. It reached her back.

"A girl!" he exclaimed as he watched the transformation of Daphne: from a street boy to an enticing beauty... "I'm sorry. I thought you're a young man--"

Daphne took advantage of his confusion. She pushed him away. "Get out of my way!" she shouted.

The man was gone from her sight. Suddenly, he was behind her back. His arms had pinioned her body against his hard chest.

"And where are you going, my little hellcat?" he murmured on her neck.

Daphne swallowed her fear and struggled from his arms. "Let me go!" she ordered in her best commanding voice.

"We haven't finished playing yet..." He nipped at her skin.

"Ouch!" She wailed although the pain was just like a bite of an ant.

"You dared to kick me! You slapped me twice! And my neck pulsed with your scratches!" He recounted all her offenses against his person while stroking her body slowly and knowingly. "I have to think of punishment..."

"Let me go," she begged while squirming.

"Why should I? Tell me, hmmm?"

"I'm scared..." She let her voice tremble. "I feel faint..."

"My prince, you're scaring her! She fainted!" the tiny man observed anxiously.

"Hellcat?" He shook her but her eyes remained closed. She leaned on him languidly.

"Chay, help me!" the man said urgently. "Get me a fan!" He propped her against his knees while he sat on a rock.

"And water, my prince!" The aide provided a flask to 'his prince!'

While they were busy reviving her consciousness, Daphne took her chance to escape. With all her might, she used all her reflexes. She pushed the little man and ran for the entrance.

"Hey! You forget your hat!" The man was laughing sardonically.

Daphne did not stop to see if she heard it right. The man knew all along that she was just acting!

She just ran very fast! She scrammed away even though she was out of the cave. She was met with a blinding sunlight.

'Where was I?' Daphne asked herself. She reached a clearing in the forest but she did not stop. She followed her instinct and turned left.

She heard voices from afar. They traveled through the wind. She sniffed the air. She smelled sweat of people, decaying meat and fish, and rotting vegetables. She was near the flea market.

"Daphne! Daphne, where are you?" Freda's voice sounded worried.

'Ma, I'm here!' Daphne thought joyfully. She ran faster.

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"My prince, she escaped!" Chay commented while sighing admirably.

"I let her escape, Chay," Prince Avner replied while he sniffed the beanie hat. It had the flowery fragrance of her shampoo and the musky smell of her body. "I will find her wherever she goes..."

"Oh, but she's beautiful..." Chay entwined his hands dreamily.

"She is mine, Chay!" Prince Avner expressed sternly.

"Yes, my prince!" Chay stood up straight and started to clear things scattered around their cave.

Prince Avner remembered her taste. "So sweet..." he sighed as he crumpled the beanie hat and put it in the pocket of his hoodie jacket.

"Oh, you taste her, my prince? I saw the drop of blood on her golden skin--"

Prince Avner looked at Chay with narrowed eyes.

"You saw the drop of blood?" he asked slowly.

"Y-y-yes, my p-prince..." Chay replied faintly.

"Did you see me... sip... the drop of blood?"

"N-n-no, my prince!" Chay dropped on his knees in front of Prince Avner.

"Good! Very good, Chay!" Prince Avner held his arm and helped him on his feet.

Suddenly, they heard a thundering sound. Several horses of the palace came to his restricted place. Only her mother had known the location of this cave.

Prince Avner met with Lady Lumina at the entrance. "Hi, Mom! What brought you here?" He kissed both cheeks of the still beautiful woman in her two hundred plus years.

"Oh, Avner! Prince Arvinson is dead!"