The Kings POV
The house was filled with screams. I passed a couple young slaves dead on the floor. It was a gruesome sight. Blood lined the floors and more screams filled the air as I came to the kitchen, where a young vampire hovered over a bloody body with his fangs sunk deep into their neck. Watching it had my anger roaring inside and I couldn't stop myself as I ripped him off and threw him across the room. He let out a loud hiss and was back to his feet quickly, charging my way with blood dripping from his chin. It took little effort to catch him and hold him in a head lock until I felt his neck snap. His lifeless body fell to the floor. "Well, that wasn't very nice.” His voice hit me before he even entered the kitchen. My head shot up and our eyes met right away. I hissed as he strut
