Chapter 12: Toxicating Bite
Aleksander regarded the blood servant with contemplative eyes. He could hear her heartbeat drum on. The rush of warm blood coursing through her veins made him hungry for fresh blood on his lips. It didn't matter whose blood it was anymore, as long as it came from someone living.
"You are so striking, your highness. It is always a pleasure to serve you," the blood servant murmured. She had intentionally locked gazes with him, and noted how his eyes looked like pools of molten silver.
They were mesmerizing. Beautifully dangerous in a way as well. And with that being said, she must tread carefully with her words. She must not make mistakes, or else, she was good as dead.
"I am yours to take, your highness," She murmured with a bit of seduction in her voice, "I am yours and yours alone."
Davika boldly slipped her hands under the vampire prince's shirt, and Aleksander's breath hitched with the insolent touch. The prince flashed his fangs in a matter of split second, and dug in without warning.
"AH!!!" the blood servant screamed as sharp incisors slipped into her skin and right through her flesh. Her neck hadn't completely healed from the last bite, and now he was already there again?
Couldn't he at least bite her on her arms where the wounds from his earlier feeds were mostly healed? The bastard prince was so cruel!
The blood servant could only hold her tongue after that short cry. If she wanted to achieve her goal to be awarded freedom and to choose who to serve, then she must please her current master at the moment.
Davika didn't need to put in much effort with pretending she liked the vampire prince's sudden advance on her.
She had trained herself for a very long time to bear the first few painful seconds of a vampire bite, and in no time did she start to feel the effect of his saliva mixing with her open wound. It started off as an unbearable burn but then turned to a mellow warmth.
From a soft feeling of calmness, the vampire bite took to full effect with the intoxicating feeling of sensuality and primal hunger, and somehow, Davika felt herself melt under the pressure of the prince's bite.
"Yes… drink your highness. Drink my blood and remember it is my blood that courses through your body now," she moaned.
Davika was getting heady. It was as if she was floating with the exhilarating pain and pleasure of the vampire prince's mouth on her neck. His lips were so soft, the warmness of his tongue was other worldly.
If it weren't for his poor status, Davika would have taken into consideration with staying as the bastard prince's blood servant.
The blood servant was lost in her heightened senses. She didn't want him to stop, and so she boldly wrapped her hands around his neck, and Aleksander froze.
The prince suddenly stopped drinking from her neck, and then pulled away in a rough manner which tore a bit of skin on the blood servant's neck. He recoiled from his feast and Davika gasped as she saw the look in the prince's eyes - the look of contempt.
"You are a wench that dreams of things you do not deserve," he hissed as her blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, "Get out."
The way he said it was so emotionless that it perplexed the blood servant. Why was she summoned in his bedchamber in the first place if he didn't want to finish what he started?
She had already undressed for him as well! She was naked, and he must do his part!
How rude was he to make her do so? He was just a bastard prince who had no money to his name and no ally to back him up. He was just a nobody!
"I can hear your thoughts, blood servant. It is loud and clear that you don't see me entirely as your master. You don't see me worth serving," the vampire prince said.
His words sent the blood servant's skin crawling with dread. They were words spoken with the undertone that meant he was disappointed. And there was only one thing that Aleksander does when he was unsatisfied by someone – kill them.
He lowered his lips so that it would brush on to Davika's right ear as he whispered, "Do you think I am that stupid and powerless because I was some bastard prince?"
The blood servant could only stutter, "I-I don't mean to disrespect, your highness. I just came here as told by Henry – ah!"
Prince Aleksander pinned the blood servant's hands over her head, and then said, "This is all your fault."
His eyes flashed a golden tinge and the blood servant froze as she lain in his bed. She couldn't move in fear. She hasn't seen the prince so mad in her months of service since she was assigned in his manor.
"Please, your highness, forgive me!" she begged. The blood servant was now crying and wailing as the prince's grip on her tightened to the point she couldn't feel anything anymore.
Her body had gone numb, slowly losing her other senses as well.
The bastard prince was known for his temperament with the servants that he didn't like, and Davika had made an enemy out of him with her insolence. There was no escaping Aleksander when he puts his mind into kill mode.
"Say goodnight," whispered the vampire prince, "And perhaps add a goodbye in there as well."
A bloodcurdling scream echoed all around the rundown manor of the vampire prince. Everyone heard the scream crystal clear as it was accompanied by thunders. The rain kept falling hard outside, and everyone turned to their own responsibilities.
As if nothing out of the ordinary happened.
Henry who was with the slave bride, shook his head in disapproval. The prince just had to kill the girl. How were they supposed to find another blood servant who was willing to feed Aleksander now?
The prince's attendant turned his attention to the woman in front of him who was already clothed in white for the wedding. She was a sleeping beauty, that was what she was. Perhaps Aleksander would take a liking to her as a blood servant rather than a wife.
Henry scratched his beard, and then nodded as if he had arrived to a conclusion, "Yes, maybe that could work."
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone