Hunted By The Barbaric Vampire King

|33|~The Heart or Downfall of a Kingdom~

Unedited.
Biggs POV.

I cross my arms over my chest and angrily stare out of the window. The sun is setting and the sight of overly excited leeches ready to explore the wonders of bustling downtown Centro is quickly shifting to a majestic view of the ocean.

I take a deep breath and appreciate the view. It's simply breathtaking. My eyes travel from admiring a little piece of heaven landing straight into the darkest pits of hell.

Devana Devile. A demon in flesh no doubt, even though her beauty is the closest thing to angelic.

It's just the two of us in the back of the car and it feels as if we're completely alone thanks to the drivers tinted partition being rolled up. Her personal bodyguards whom I officially named Beavis and Butt-head are in another sleek black car in front of us and there's a heavily tented sleek black SUV filled with leeches following closely behind us just in case I try to escape, I'm sure.

For a brief second, my eyes scan my surroundings before they settle back on to the Demon mistress, who truly does look bomb.

Rising from the ashes, she's dressed to the nines wearing an overly priced all-black evening gown with a deep v-cut and sweetheart neckline that serves her seductive curves and colorfully bold markings well.

According to Devana, her dress is perfect for the occasion but the one that I'm wearing will steal the show. (Her words not mine) Though, I must say that this dress does slay the dear Gods of every creature who has ever walked this earth. It's the epitome of black couture with it's
murderous plunging v-neck equipped with a high split that provides a killer view of every inch of my curves.

Plus, it clings to my body like a second skin, glorying my coco-butter skin tone. In addition to that, my thick and dramatically long luscious jet-black hair has been straightening to perfection as it trails down to the center of my back and my makeup is subtly bold. My lashes alone are serving lengthy volumes and my plump lips have been touched with a dark plum liner and a hint of clear gloss.

In simpler terms, I look the fuck good.

Good enough to eat, actually which is funny when you consider the fact that I'm being served on a platter to the highest bidder literally.

By the end of the night, I'll be with him. Luscious.

My inamorato and we all know that he can't wait to sink his fangs into me. Well, all but one because Devana Devile thinks differently. Now don't get me wrong, Devana does believe that Luscious very much so wants to sink his fangs into me but not to kill me, more like to claim me. For some strange reason, her deranged mind believes that his frozen heart not only bleeds but also beats for me, which makes me the one hunter on this planet who can take him down.

She thinks that I'm his weakness.

So for the last few days, I've been with her preparing for this moment, getting ready to take him down. If you ask her, she will say that she's been schooling me in the art of seduction and class by utilizing a more immortal type of approach. This includes educating me about their history, values, customs, and traditions.

She says that I must be the complete opposite of what he expects. I must live and breathe pure royalty as if I was brought up in the monarchy myself, only then will I be able to get inside of his head, capture his heart, and rip it out of his chest.

I believe that she's batshit crazy, a freaking nutcase. Her mental illness doesn't come with any remedy but it's to be expected when you consider the fact that she's been imprisoned by Luscious for over a century now. He's been forcing her to do his bidding and then placing her back in a little tower surrounded by the sea just to call on her again whenever he sees fit.