Submitting to the Bloodlust

The King of Ambrose

Maurianna POV

Tossing and turning is my dance tonight. I cannot get comfortable in this vampire bed. I mean it’s a normal bed, but I can’t stop thinking about how it is a bed inside a vampire castle, inside a vampire city. The room Demon gave me, you could tell he has been working on it my entire life. It almost mirrors my room at home but much bigger. It even has a little reading nook and an art corner. The instant I stepped foot in here I knew how bad Demon has longed for me to be here with him.

I couldn’t imagine being away from my child for eighteen years. Even vampires deserve the right to be a parent. I don’t understand though, why I couldn’t have come here sooner. What is so bad about a miracle baby being born from a vampire who isn’t supposed to have kids. I guess I’m a rare commodity and that puts me in danger.

When I saw the look in Demons eyes when he walked me into this room it was the first time I felt his love for me. He really does love me. He may be rough around the edges, and dangerous, but he does not know any different.

Tomorrow, I plan on being nicer to him and trying to understand this new world. He said mom should be out of the hospital by tomorrow afternoon. He did mention that he would have to stay close to her for a few months until she learns how to suppress her need to eat me.

Which is creepy I know, but I’m glad she will be here with me. I haven’t told Demon about my weird cravings, the insatiable hunger, my eyes changing colors or my heightened vision.

Honestly, I’m scared to face the reality that I am going to be a vampire someday too. We are going to be a vampire family, living in a vampire castle, living in a vampire city. And that frightens me.

The sliver of light shining in from the bottom of my bedroom door grows as someone opens the door. I peer up to see Garrett walking into my room. He is holding hand cuffs, ankle chains, and the cloth bag.

“I hate to ask you to get in these again, but I need to take you down to the hospital to give a blood sample. They are building you and your mothers file so that if there are any emergencies, they are able to help. Demons already down there with Olivia.” He states.

I look over at the little purple clock on my bedside table and its 1:08 am. I point to the clock, “It cannot wait until the morning?” I ask.

He snickers and walks closer to my bed. “Most vampires prefer the night over the day. You will get the hang of it soon.” He claims.

He throws the ankle chains onto the bed beside me. “You can put these on yourself if you want.” He stands above me staring at me – waiting for me to get out of bed.

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I am wearing tiny black shorts, and a pink t-shirt with no bra. It is freezing everywhere in this city so I’m sure I can cut glass with how hard my n*****s are right now – it is almost painful. I couldn’t find any shoes to slip on, so I’m barefoot.

My wavy light brown hair is crazy all around me looking like a lions mane, I’m sure. Luckily the bag over my head is containing it some.

We have entered through four sets of iron doors now. The last room that we entered was warmer than the rest of this place. As we descend further, I get this eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Garrett squeezes my arm tighter and pulls it downward. “Sit.” He orders. When he pulls the sack from my head I am mortified.

I sit in a large room that is shadowed in darkness. Only the light from the moon and stars lights up the room in places closest to the windows. I can make out that I am sitting at a conference table. On the other side of the table directly in front of me, I see a pair of red eyes staring back at me.

This is not the hospital.

I try to get up to run, but Garrett forces me down by my shoulders. A light wind blows and candles all around the room are lit at once. The orange glow from the fires makes the shadows dance to life. The red staring eyes are attached to a young and handsome face. His hair is brown like mine. He has it combed back and styled neatly. His eyes are red and alluring. His lips are full and stained red from the blood that is in the glass that he holds. His shoulders are broad, and his muscles are rock hard like a Roman statue. He has tattoos that cover his neck. He is breathtaking.

I don’t fear him until I see the half-naked women standing next to him in chains. She has an exceptional amount of blood dripping down her neck. As I look at the details about her, I feel my heart race and my breathing becomes erratic. This woman is half dead – her eyes empty as they stare back at me. I try to get up again, but Garret pushes me down once more.

The mysterious man stands from his seat – still holding his glass - and slowly walks toward me like I am his prey. Terror engulfs me when he leans back against the table just inches from me – his eyes never leaving mine.

He takes a sip from his glass never breaking eye contact. He sets the long-stemmed wine glass in front of me. “Drink.” His tone is deep and demanding but his demand is quiet for only me to hear.

I do not know why my hands reach for the glass, or why it bring it up to my lips but I have no control. Despite me screaming to myself, “no”, “ewwww,” “stop”, my lips part and I take a drink of the crimson blood from inside the cup.

The warmth from the blood warms my body and awakens a foreign sensation within me. My taste buds sing, and I crave more. My throat opens and pulls in another long gulp of the thick warm liquid before I set it back on the table.

The man reaches up and wipes some blood from the edge of my mouth and then licks it from his finger. His action makes me tremble, and it’s not all from fear. One side of his lips pulls up into an entertained smirk and I feel the heat of embarrassment rush to my cheeks.

Oh my god!

“Did you like it?” his question throws me off guard. I feel my eyes blink a few times, trying to withdraw myself from the trance like state his actions have me in. “Did you like it?” his question dances in my ears again. The tone of his voice is deep and smooth. The vibration from his chest when he speaks brings goosebumps to the surface of my skin. I nod my head, because that’s all I can make my body do.

“Do you know who I am?” he asks, and I shake my head like a hypnotized fool.

The man grabs a chair and slides it over next to me. When he reaches toward my hips and turns my chair to face him, I flinch, which makes him smile. He likes that I am afraid, what a sadist.

He places his elbows on his spread knees and clasps his hands together in front of him – slouching over. His knees are on the outside of each of mine, almost closing me in. His fingers are millimeters from my exposed knee and I squirm backwards trying to get away from him. Garrett squeezes my shoulder in a warning to stay still.

“I am the King of Ambrose. I own everything here – including you, little half-breed.” His tone is hushed when he says that last part. Half-breed. I don’t think he is supposed to know about me.

When he looks into my eyes next, I close them. I don’t want him to compel me again. I pray to God that this is just a dream. That when I open my eyes next, the monster will be gone.

“Eyes on me, baby.” His voice is sweet, seductive even, but it is coated with a threat. Some force urges me to open, and I have no self-control and open my eyes. Staring into his face makes me nervous and I squirm once more in my chair.

He is dangerously attractive. He brings out hunger in me that I have never felt before and that terrifies me.

“Vampires should not be able to have babies… You being here is not possible. You’re a buried treasure that I plan on unearthing. You will not remember our conversation that we had tonight. You will come to the party tomorrow wearing red, and when asked to, you will dance with me.” He declares.

I try to stand up and the king smiles from amusement when Garrett shoves me back down. My flight or fight instincts kick in and I shove the king away from me, right before I turn my head and bite Garrett on his arm. When Garrett lets go of me, I shoot up from the chair and make a run for the door. The King is faster though and snakes his arms around my waist trapping me against his solid body.

I notice that compared to Garrett’s ice-cold skin, the king is warm. His eyes do that thing again when he stares down at me. “You will not fear me.” he proclaims.

My body relaxes in his hold, and he smiles again. The most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

He lets go of me and my body does not move. I’m still pressed up against him, his warmth comforting me. I urge my legs to move away from him, but they are unwilling. The king chuckles and steps back away from me. He inspects the bite on Garrett’s arm and laughs.

“She has no fangs.” He points out. He then turns to Garrett and stares into his eyes. “You will bring her home and forget you came here.”

Seth POV

The little half-breed is curious. It is obvious that she is from the human land and has no idea of vampire customs. I could smell her fear when I told her to drink the blood from my cup, but at the same time I could also see the excitement in her eyes. She had never had blood before and despite her need to grimace at the thought of drinking it, she enjoyed it. She has been in transition for a while now, it seems. I'm assuming she hasn't known this entire time why she is feeling the ways that she is. It makes me wonder how she has been surviving all this time without properly feeding.

She is not overly skinny as if she is starving. She is slender but all the places on a women’s body that is supposed to store fat,is slightly curvy. When she drank the blood she liked it – she craved it. She liked it even more when I wiped the blood from her lips and licked it off my finger. I wanted to see how she reacted to my touch, and she did not disappoint. She felt my warmth. She recognized that I was different and her curiosity drove her to want me. She wants me to push her limits, show her new things, and devour her innocence.

She is absolutely gorgeous. Her skin is fair but not so much that she would burn in the sun. Her eyes are the most mesmerizing arctic blue I have ever seen. Her long black hair cascades down her back, blanketing her body. Her beauty has a way of pulling you in, but I know better than to fall for a siren. Most men fall madly in love with sirens and think it's love at first sight, but truly it’s just a cruel magical trick. A siren will have multiple men groveling at her feet. They will be so blinded by lust that they will share her willingly and do anything that she asks.

She has the beauty of her Siren gene to get herself whatever she wants. She has no idea that at any moment she could lull me into a submissive state and take over my city if she pleases. Sirens are powerful beings that when coached by the wrong person, could be used as a deadly weapon. If taught how to use her powers on others, she will then have the potential to take over the world. So much power in something so little.

Not only that, but living vampires are rare too – so rare, that I am the only other one alive. I guess that is the other reason why I am curious about her too. I have never met anybody like me - like her. So many of the vampires in this city would kill to still be alive. To be able to feel the sun as it warms their skin on a hot summer day. To be able to feel their heart skip a beat when they see the one they are smitten over. Sure they feel sensations but nothing like humans do.

She's not safe in this city filled with jealous, ruthless vampires. I don't know if its the fact that she is like me, or that she is a siren... but I want to protect her. I want to be the one to show her how to survive being a vampire with a body that is still human. I want to teach her how to feed properly. I want to watch as her naive, innocent nature dies and a ruthless, courageous queen rises up from the ashes.