His Majesty & Daughters Of The Seven Sins

Chapter 09 • Wedding Crasher -2

After finishing their drinks, Lord Elliot placed his glass back on surface, grinning at Lamia. Lamia on the other hand had a wider smile, biting her lower lips as she eyed the Lord.

Elliot stared at her in confusion, wondering what was making her smile so much. He then asked, "What is so funny?"

"This", Lamia smiled.

Athalia and Owen couldn't pull their eyes away from the scene—being as curious as the Lord. "What do you me—" The lord instantly froze. Athalia and Owen crooked their heads in silence.

"What is happening?" Owen whispered.

"Shush! Let's see", Athalia whispered back.

The lord instantly held unto his head, groaning. They quirked their brows. Elliot fell unto his knees, grunting in pain. Her began to shiver, grunting, "What did you do too me!?" His shoulder bounced in pain.

Lamia smiled, slowly standing up on her feet—she squatted next to him, grabbing his chin up with force. Elliot's red eyes began to flicker from red to black, with veins building up on his neck and hands.

She grinned, pushing her face closer to his. She interlocked their lips, kissing him passionately while his body still quivered in pain. Athalia and Owen gasped.

As Lamia pulled away from his lips, her green eyes slitted, having her canine now visible. She began to whisper something in a strange foreign language. As she whispered, Elliot grunted, falling flat on his stomach, clutching unto his pounding head.

The pain in his skull only multipled as he winced in pain, kicking his leg as his veins grew thicker. Lamia stood up straight, looking down at him with a smirk, still mumbling incantations.

Elliot continued to cry on the floor for as few more minutes then suddenly he stopped. He slowly pushed himself up as if nothing happened.

His eyes were back to red, looking down at Lamia with a cool expression. Lamia smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, to kiss his lips. She then whispered, "Go now".

Like a machine, he turned, striding firmly to the door. Athalia and Owen panicked, moving away from the door and running through the corridor.

"Where to!?" Owen panted in confusion.

"Princess Amber room!" Athalia pulled him to the princess's room.

Badging in and shutting the door, Athalia and Owen darted their eyes around the room, realising the Princess wasn't in the room but in her bathroom. They then heard the Lord's firm steps approach the door.

Owen pointed to the princess's large closet room that was left wide open. "Let's hide there!" They rushed to the closet, shutting themselves in its darkness of the medium sized room that was equivalent to a servant's full bedroom; full with dresses on the shelves.

Lord Elliot pushed the door with a loud bang—They then heard the princess yelp in fear in the bathroom. Owen looked up, "Don't you think we should have a peek?" He whispered.

"That would be invasion of privacy", she whispered back.

"I think we already crossed that line ten minutes ago, Athalia". He turned around, slowly pulling the door slightly open. He and Athalia slowly peeped each with an eye.

Lord Elliot slowly padded into the room, standing on the centre rug. Princess Amber stepped out of her bathroom, wiping her wet hands on her towel.

"Lord Elliot? You are here?" She gave him a surprised look. She knew he was in the palace, but she hadn't expected him to come into her room; as it was regarded as a bad omen for the couples to meet on the night to the wedding.

The only reason he came to their castle was so the next day, he could personal escort her carriage for when they were to ride back Slitherwit for the wedding.

Amber tilted her head, staring into the lord's hallow red eyes that seemed to carry no emotion or response. "Is something wrong, my lord?"

She stepped closer, trying to read his eyes. She stretched her hand to touch his torso, "Lord Elliot—" He suddenly grasped her wrist, hard.

She widened her eyes. "My– My lo– Lord?" She stammered. He tightened his grip in her. "Lord Elliot?" She tried to pull away from his grip, but with his vampire strength, he mercilessly crushed her wrist bones.

"Lor– Lord Elliot, you are hurting me— AHHH!" He suddenly dug his fangs into her wrist, twisting her hand.

"AHHH!" Amber cried, trying to pull away despite the immense pain she felt.

Athalia and Owen gasped silently, clinching into themselves.

Lord Elliot fed ruthlessly off of her wrist, causing her to cry louder. He suddenly pulled his mouth away, tossing her body to the bed.

Amber's back slammed against the wooden edge of her bed. She screamed, hugging unto her bleeding wrist. Turning to the side, she eyed the small rope that hung from the ceiling, next to her bed—pulled only to alarm the guards round the palace; as they were not allowed to walk around the princess's room floor uncalled.

Wincing in pain, she laid on her belly, dragging herself towards the edge of the bed so to grab the rope.

Lord Elliot grabbed her by her neck, holding her against the bed. She groaned, holding unto his wrists as she struggled.

She stared into his eyes with tears, whimpering, "Lo– Lo– Lord Elliot... Please", she begged, not knowing what had come over the love of her life.

Staring back at her dead in the eyes, Elliot rose his other hand, launching a hard punch at her face. Amber felt as if her head almost detach.

Again and again he shot hard punches at her face, damaging her skull. Her blood continuously splattered on his face and dress, dripping unto the rugged floor.

He snarled, grabbing the remaining shattered pieces of her skull still attached to her neck—he ripped it off; stabbing his sharp nails into her abdomen and tearing her guts out.

Athalia and Owen froze in complete horror, shivering at the goresome scene.

After seconds of shredding the princess's body into chunks and organs, he finally stood up straight, panting. He stretched his neck to ease his tension.

The door slowly creaked open. Princess Lamia majestically walked in, shutting the door behind. She padded to the bloody spot and looked down with a grin.

She chuckled, crossing her hands, "Now let us see how you plan to attend your own wedding now, princess Amber". Smiling in achievement, Lamia slowly turned to the rope that hung next to the bed.

She stepped forward, pulling the rope once. A loud dong echoed from the overhead bell of the palace. All the guards below displaced, rushing into the palace.

She stepped back, turning to the mute lord, who was staring down at the blood with a stoic expression.

Lamia smiled wider, moving closer to him. She turned his head to face her, placing a peck on his lips. Her liquid green eyes locked with his emotionless ones.

She then whispered, "Be a darling and wait here till all the guards get here, okay?" The lord remained quiet, receiving another kiss.

Lamia turned to the door, padding forward.

Meanwhile, as Athalia and Owen continued to watch; the goresome scene was too much for Athalia's weak delicate mind to handle. She quickly held her lips, stepping away from the door and turned around.

The contents of her inside immediately pushed up, spilling through her mouth. Her vomit splattered loudly on the floor as she coughed out.

Lamia immediately froze her steps by the door. Owen's eyes immediately widened with fear. "Oh no..."

With Athalia trying to hold back more vomit from pouring out, Lamia turned around in the direction of the closet door. She eyed Elliot, "Was there anyone around when you came here?"

Elliot shook his head.

Lamia narrowed her eyes. She snapped her fingers, "Check the closet. Now!"

Elliot obeyed, stomping to the door. He grabbed the doorknob, pulling the entire door from its hitches and shooting the wood frame across the room.

His eyes darted into the confined closet space. He clutched his fist, grinding his teeth in rage.