The Vampire Prince's Blood Slave

The Beastly Prince

A scream rend the air bringing the castle to a standstill.

“Not again,” Don, the prince’s second in command, murmured. His gaze drifted to the stairwell that led to the upper levels of the castle where the prince’s rooms where. The great hall silently emptied as mothers pulled their young to the safety of their homes, fear in their eyes. The sun was just setting on the horizon and they had come out for the night. It appeared there will be no enjoyment tonight.

They cast fugitive glances up the stairs as if the prince will come barreling down on them and slaughter them where they stood.

By the looks of things, Don wasn’t sure that wouldn’t happen. A chill ran down his spine as a bloodcurdling roar shook the pillars that held the castle steady. The crystal chandelier above rattled ready to fall.

Not again, Don repeated in his mind as he slowly made his way to the stairwell. He took the stairs two at a time, hoping the scream didn’t mean what he thought it meant.

The scent of blood was the first thing that hit him as he got closer. Don’s nostrils flared and his fangs punched out of his gums as the scent of death and s*x that hung in the air filled him.

He rushed to the door and pushed it open. He skidded to a halt as the bed came into view.

Tavek, the vampire prince of the Mowari, stood in the dark naked, watching the body on the bed in horror. Blood soaked sheets were tangled around the mangled body of the human female who had come to his rooms to service him. The s*x had been rough and raw the way he like it. She had enjoyed every moment of it as he plunged into her with all his might until he realized that he was drinking her dry and her pleasure filled moans had turned into screams.

As much as he was satisfying his s****l hunger another called forth by the rush of her blood and the heat of her body had taken hold.

Her eyes were glazed over and wide open in surprise. The shock of what happened to her still written on her face.

Her fear had tasted so sweet on his tongue, he rumbled still riding the blood lust that had turned him into a beast that wanted nothing more than to dominate and take. She’d quivered beneath him, his fangs deep in her neck and his c**k deep in her heat. He groaned as his body heated all over again despite the horror on his bed.

What was wrong with him?

Tavek staggered away from the c*****e he had wrought. His beast roared wanting more.

A shadowy form moved in the corner of his eyes. And as if on reflex his bloody right hand shot out to the sword he kept beside the bed, and swung at the shadowy form.

Don ducked, barely. As the prince’s second in command he was strong, but newly awakened vampires were notoriously known for their strength. Don could feel it in every swing of Tavek’s sword. Even so Don tapered down his strength. He couldn’t go attacking their prince. But Tavek moved in, sparing him no moment to recover. He felt his blood run hot as power surged within him, his mind zeroing on his target. His muscles felt stiff from disuse, but he still attacked like a ferocious beast. A red haze came over him, and instinct ruled. He roared – claws shot through his fingers, and his fangs lengthened and ached in his mouth.

Instinct screamed for him to kill, break and dominate.

“Mercy, Tavek, mercy!” Don’s voice reached him in his red haze. He stared down to find his hands wrapped around the other vampire’s neck, his claws digging into his skin to draw blood. His sword somehow thrown away in his moment of transformation.

What? He stared in horror at the girl’s blood alarmingly bright on his skin. His fingers loosened around Don’s neck and he sank to the floor, paling.

Don’s breath sawed through his lungs. A trickle of blood ran down the column of his neck where Tavek had pierced him with his claw.

That had been close. Don gulped visibly. He stared at the bloody body on the bed. He wiped at his face glad to have survived Tavek’s manic attach.

“We can fix it, my prince. We’ll have the room clean in no time.” Don leaned close to him. Tavek didn’t move, didn’t respond.

“My prince?”

“Like the others?” Tavek stared at his bloodied hands. His claws gleamed black in the semi-darkness having not receded. He was an animal. He needed to be put down.

How was he going to rule if he couldn’t control himself?

“Yes.” Don said his faith in him unwavering.

“For how long? I almost took your life. Something is wrong. I am…” Tavek asked from his kneeling position on the floor. His muscles rippled as he fought with his instinct. “My instincts are going haywire. And this world…nothing is familiar.”

Woken but a few days ago, their prince was still shaken – the death of his father still new. His behaviour should be expected. But he was going to be their king, Don shook his head. His eyes filled with sadness. The longer he was out of it, the more his subjects will lose faith in him. He couldn’t wake up to lose his throne.

Don wasn’t going to let that happen.

“I’m …” Tavek begun his voice rough. The apology got stuck in his throat.

“It’s nothing. Your awakening was long overdue. I think, my prince still dreams of the days of old. When we lived in dingy caves and a man had to fight to survive.” Don smiled at him trying to bring levity to the situation.

Tavek looked away. Guilt swam in his stomach. The new world he woke into was confusing at best. When he had gone to sleep the Kabi forest was nothing but a thicket of trees that stretched for miles on end. And the caves on the southern barrier were their home. They had lived in the dark and hunted where they pleased. They were more animal than man – the vampire instinct their rule. But then the Forxard – half man, half beast – had attacked almost wiping them all out. After the c*****e, his father, the vampire king, had sent him to the Gog for safe keeping because he couldn’t bear to lose his only son if the Forxard ever attacked again. For the future he parted with his son, and rebuilt their stronghold. The castle Mori was something to behold. Many vampire clans had flocked there to settle and raise their families, something Tavek was happy to see. Not only did his father leave behind a thriving kingdom. He left another son, and so many rules Tavek couldn’t wrap his mind around. And it seemed his father’s sacrifice will be for nothing.

He traced to his feet.

Don followed.

“Perhaps the arrival of your blood slave will settle you.”

Tavek felt his skin crawl. His gaze shifted to the mutilated body in his bed. His eyes burned with a malicious red glow. And a cold breeze circulated in the room causing Don to shiver. The murderous vibes he was throwing off had Don thinking twice. He took a step back. Tavek noticed. He shook his head and moved to the bathroom, his father had thought of everything.

“It has to be done, Tavek. The Gog have already selected one for you. You agreed to this, remember?”

“No.” Tavek continued into the bathroom.

“She’s probably on her way here. And…”

Before Don could form his next words, he felt steel like fingers wrap around his neck. Tavek snarled next to his ear, the sound like a caged animal fighting for his freedom.

“You better do the merciful thing and tell them to turn back around because she will break as soon as I sink my fangs into her neck and plunge my c**k into her quivering body,” he sneered revealing his fangs, they were huge.

Don blinked rapidly. This was the closest he’s ever been to Tavek since his awakening. Don felt his whole body vibrate at his nearness. He looked like a different breed of vampire.

How was that…Tavek let go with force, and then prowled to the bathroom…before he could figure it out. He slammed the door shut behind him shutting the world out.

Don stared at the closed door. Maybe it was too soon. The Gog should have waited and…

Don c****d his head to the side as he heard the distinctive clop clop of hooves on cobblestones and the whirring wheel a carriage.

He paled. She was already here!