A Bite of Love (BL)

Chapter 10

Mika was beyond livid at the news. He had feared such an outcome, but he had only thought that a high ranking vampire would find his blood attractive. In no way had he considered catching the Vampire King's fancy.

He wasn't mad at Charlie, it wasn't even his fault. The Doctor had done a good deed, giving his blood to his best friend, and it had somewhat led to an unfortunate situation.

From the start, Mika knew it was only a matter of time before his donations were discovered. He had, after all, a rich blood with plenty of benefits for the vampires. He had hoped for a few years of peace, maybe just one, but he wasn't even granted that. He had yet to recover his mental health from the shock of being shunned from his community and from the after effects of all the abuse he suffered from by his father's hand, and now, he was thrown into another will-draining situation.

Mika had made such a request because he feared that high ranking vampires, that had a lot of power in their hands, would sequester him, making him into their blood slave, or worse, sex slave. Just like they had done with his father.

With normal vampires, they wouldn't be able to tell that his blood was special and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to do anything to him. Now, it was only a matter of time before they discovered he was the Beasts' King's son, and then, only suffering would await him.

"I don't know the reason you made such a request, Mika, but I can guess that it's linked to the war between vampires and shifters. However, you don't have to worry about it that much. The new Vampire King is pretty open-minded. He can be ruthless and cold-blooded, but he has no animosity towards your race." Charlie said, in an effort to cheer Mika's mood up.

It wasn't convincing.

Mika didn't even know the man's name, nor did Charlie, and all they heard about him were horror stories about the various ways the Vampire killed people he found offending. The fact that he allowed interracial marriage wasn't that shocking compared to the way he had ripped out all the members of an envoy from the human's government when they asked for an arranged marriage between him and the governor's daughter. The man was left to die on the ground, nobody brave enough to help him stop the bleeding.

It sent shivers down Mika's spine.

"It's fine, Charlie. The due date for my blood donation was tomorrow anyway. May as well take it tonight and send it now. The sooner the better." Mika told the anxious Doctor, trying to calm him down. He wasn't that calm either, the way his panther's ears kept dropping even as he tried to keep them up, and how his tail stayed curled up around his right leg betraying his nervousness.

Charlie dropped on the floor and hugged his precious bean, sending all his turmoil of emotions into the embrace. It was endearing how the young man tried to act tough for his sake. The Vampire nearly melted on the spot when shy fingers slowly curled into the back of his shirt as the panther allowed himself to reciprocate the hug.

The Doctor pressed his nose against the mop of black hair pressing on his right cheek and the side of his neck, taking a big inhale of the calming scent of wood coming from the black panther.

Charlie dropped a small peck on top of misbehaving hairs, left unnoticed by Mika.

***

A few hours later, in the penthouse of the city's highest building, a man with short white hair with an undercut hairstyle sat on his blood red couch, reading the news with a pair of binoculars covering his scarlet eyes. His unblemished white skin shone with the reflection of the city's lights.

The man's ripped muscles bulged against his thigh black suit, the treads and the buttons hanging in for their life. His long legs rested atop a small wooden table painted in black. The whole penthouse was majestic, but left with a cold feeling as it was designed without personality, only sporting traces of black, gray and red on an otherwise spotless white background.

A knocking sound came from his door, and the ageless man raised an eyebrow. He had not been expecting a guest.

The Vampire elegantly got up, despite his muscles, closing the newspaper with delicacy and putting it on the small table. With long well-defined fingers, he took off his glasses, closing the two branches and slipping the object into his chest's pocket with familiarity.

His feet covered with black socks did not make a sound as he slowly made his way to the door, already thinking of how to kill the person behind it. The guards outside his suite knew he would not accept any visitors unless it was an emergency. The vampire hated it when people disobeyed his orders.

Misbehaving children needed to be taught a lesson.

The Vampire threw the door open, startling the skinny man behind it. Before the man could lunge for the prey's throat, a bag was shoved into his face.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry, sir. S-sir Damian left this, s-saying it was urgent." The poor receptionist stuttered, obviously knowing what awaited him if he had bothered the Vampire King's rest. He had seen plenty of victims not to know.

However, he had nothing to fear, as the moment the bag had entered the Vampire's vision, he had not been able to detach his eyes from it. His pupils expanded quickly, nearly taking over all the red of his iris, leaving only pitch black. The man's breath caught, and he had to gulp at the overflow of saliva invading his mouth.

The Vampire King felt his fangs elongate, his desire to sink his teeth into the delicious blood he could smell from the bag nearly taking over. With a bang, the shaking receptionist was left alone outside, his hands now empty and his eyes round in incredulousness.

He must have become mad from the fear, if not, how could he explain the bulge he saw forming in the Vampire King's pants...

Hey dear readers, we finally meet the famous Vampire King! What do you think of him for now?

Seems pretty perverted to me, growing hard just from the smell of a blood bag, tsk tsk tsk.

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