Beauty in the Darkness

Chapter XX - The Upstairs

I slowly made my way up the steps to the second story. I felt anxiety rattle me to my core. Fallacy would be so mad at me. He would probably rip off my shirt again, and sink his fangs into my neck, and slap me anytime I spoke.

Okay, maybe I didn't know wether I was more horny or anxious, but the point was, my heart was practically jumping out of my chest.

I made it to the second floor. Slowly, I walked along the dark brown wooden floorboards, feeling my heart drop when I saw people.

They weren't dressed in the dark blue and white uniform the maids and butlers wore. They were in Victorian attire, like Fallacy.

I gulped. These were vampires, weren't they?

"What are you doing here?" one hissed, her voice soft and raspy.

"His blood smells sweet," another whispered, eying me. "There's a cut on his hand. I can practically taste it from here."

"A bit too sweet, if you ask me." A third rolled his eyes. "Blood like that is much too fatty."

"I-I'm here for King Fallacy," I meekly said, fiddling with my hair. "C-can you tell me which room he's in?"

"And what does someone like yourself want to do with the king?" A tall vampire stepped in front of the whispering crowd, cockily smirking. "You got a death wish, pal?"

"N-no. I'm his feeder." I held my chin up, trying to fake confidence. "I would appreciate being pointed in his direction."

The vampire sniffed the air before huffing, his nose scrunched up. "He's right. I can smell it off of him."

"He's in his office. The black door with the do not disturb sign on the knob," a woman pointed to the door, her sharp eyes glaring at me behind her decorative hand fan. "But I wouldn't recommend going in there. The king isn't in a very good mood."

I nodded, walking up to the door. I tried the handle, feeling it refuse to twist. It was locked. I could feel the vampires snicker and glare at me.

"Fallacy," I gently said as I knocked on the door.

I could hear fumbling around the room. But the door wasn't unlocked or opened for me, so I tried again.

"Fallacy," I said even quieter.

No response. The vampires laughed more. I could feel some of their gazes burn into my neck, ready to pounce on me. I was just prey, hoping the predators focusing on me wouldn't attack while I was vulnerable.

I bit my lip, triggering slight bleeding. I felt their glares burn hotter. They were hungry too.

"Mon amour—!" I called, gasping as he suddenly opened the door.

Fallacy was a mess. Strands of his crazy hair was resting on his face, his clothes were wrinkled, and his eyes were mad and narrowed onto my exposed skin.

He looked from my neck to my face, his pupils trying to dialate out of slits.

"Lets go," I whispered, taking his arm into mine, as if to prove he was my protector. I was the king's, and none of those animals could have me.

Fallacy nodded, gulping. He pulled me to stand in front of him, blocking the other vampires' view of me with his body.

"Go home," he growled to them. "We'll speak tomorrow."

"But it's daylight—"

"Do I look like I give a damn?" He turned to glare at them. "Use the trees. Scram."

The group dispersed, and for a moment, I felt safe at last. But when he turned back to me, his starving eyes reinstated fear into me. He looked like he was about to kill me.

"Lets go," he mumbled, slightly pushing me to move towards the stairs.

I obeyed, quickly making my way to the stairs. I walked down them, trying to ignore the eyes I felt burning holes into the back of my neck. I tried to rush to his bedroom, but afraid to run in case that would make him want to tackle me down sooner.

I opened the door, sighing, feeling safe of humiliation. Now he could nearly kill me without witnesses powerlessly watching.

I unbuttoned my shirt quickly, throwing it to the ground. I looked back, seeing Fallacy staring intensely at me, locking the door behind us.

I gulped. I don't think starting to strip helped.

Fallacy quickly walked up to me, his panting getting louder. I could see him salivate at the sight of me, vulnerable and exposed.

"P-please—"

Fallacy pinned me down on the bed before I could even beg for mercy. He rubbed all over my body with shaky hands. He was so excited he could barely tell what to do to me first. He rubbed my thighs and groped my chest and squeezed my shoulders and stroked my stomach, leaving small cuts all over my skin.

He jumped to it. He bit my neck, sinking his sharp teeth into my flesh. He still hurriedly rubbed my thighs, as if he'd never get to again.

"F-Fallacy—"

"Shut up," he quickly interrupted. He pulled away, leaving my neck bleeding.

The king smashed his lips into mine, forcing me into a rough kiss, cutting my tongue and bottom lip with his teeth. He drank everything. My blood, my saliva. He seemed to thrive off of it, licking my tongue as he pulled away.

"F-Fallacy, please—"

"Shut up," he repeated, kissing me again. He left me weak, pathetically panting as he took some of my saliva for himself.

He grabbed my ass, squeezing the skin in his hands. I hummed and moaned, trying to keep my voice down as he caressed me. I whined, feeling my pants tighten up.

He bit my shoulder, on the other side. He hungrily licked up the blood, lazily letting some drip down my skin. He quickly moved on, leaving the wound to bleed.

"H-hey!" I yelped as he bit my neck again. "D-don't waste it! Be more careful!"

"Shut—"

"No! This is my blood, and you have to respect it!" I scolded him. "Now clean it up. You can do so much better than this."

Fallacy growled, scratching through my pants, but he started to suck up my blood on the new wound anyway. He licked it clean before moving on, cleaning up all the blood he let spill. I shivered, feeling each wound burn more as his tongue came in contact with it.

By the end of it, I was exhausted. I was barely holding my eyes open, but I still gently pet his head and smiled as he leaned down to nuzzle my chest. I stayed awake to watch him settle in, probably just exhausted.

"Go ahead," I whispered. "Va dormir, mon beau. Dors bien."

Fallacy relaxed on top on me, closing his eyes. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, as if I'd leave. I smiled. As if I could leave, when he looked so adorable and peaceful.

"Je serais avec toi, mon amour." I kissed the top of his head before leaving back and closing my eyes to sleep as well.