Vampire Feed - Book #1 of the Vampire Feast Series

A Death of a Vampire

Chapter 24 - A Death of a Vampire

"What are we to make of this?" Lord Dragomir inquired, his gaze shifting towards an unseen presence in the room.

Perplexed, I glanced around, searching for the source of his address. Suddenly, Viktor and Dracula materialized, bound tightly in chains. Elise stood resolute, ensuring they remained captive. The realization dawned upon me that they had witnessed everything, their eyes reflecting a mixture of shock and despair. My heart shattered in that moment. What had I unleashed?

Yet, a glimmer of hope flickered within me, knowing that Malachi was absent from their midst. Perhaps, just maybe, he still had a chance to reach their hearts and bring about a different outcome.

Lord Dragomir's voice dripped with a venomous mixture of triumph and sadistic delight. "Did you all bear witness? Did you see how she succumbed to her insatiable desires? She is the embodiment of Lilith herself, driven by the relentless craving for pleasure, consumed by the need to unleash herself. I shall continue to corrupt her, molding her into my bride," he snarled, stepping off the bed and encircling the restrained figures.

A low growl escaped Dracula's lips, his weakened state evident as he yearned for more sustenance. The pain etched upon his face revealed a shattered heart, torn apart by the sight before him.

"She belongs to me," Lord Dragomir whispered menacingly into Dracula's ear, his words laced with a chilling finality. "You should have remained submerged in the depths of the ocean."

Dracula's eyes blazed with fury and despair. "You think you can keep her in chains, Dragomir? You don't know the depths of her soul."

Elise tugged on the chains, relishing in the discomfort it caused Dracula and Viktor. A twisted smirk played upon her lips as she derived pleasure from their squirming forms. The power she held over them fueled a wicked satisfaction that danced in her eyes.

"Look at you, so desperate and helpless," Elise taunted, a smirk playing on her lips. "This is the reality of your failure. You thought you could save her, but she's already chosen her path."

Viktor struggled against his bonds, his voice a low growl. "You think this is a victory, Elise? You're only sealing your own doom. Rose is stronger than any of us can comprehend. She will not be your pawn."

Dragomir stepped back, surveying the scene with satisfaction. "Let them squirm, Elise. Let them watch as I awaken the darkness within her. They are nothing but remnants of a past she no longer needs."

I stood in silence, torn between the intoxicating allure of Dragomir's promises and the heart-wrenching sight of my friends—bound and broken. Guilt gnawed at me, but alongside it was a flicker of something else, something dark and thrilling that echoed Dragomir's words.

"Rose," Dracula said, his voice softer now, filled with a mixture of pain and pleading. "Remember who you are. You are not his to claim. You have the power to break free from this. You and I-"

"Rose, come here," Dragomir demanded, his voice laced with a commanding tone.

His voice was a commanding whisper, laced with an undeniable authority that sent shivers down my spine. The weight of his words wrapped around me like a shroud, pulling me closer to him, closer to that seductive darkness he promised. I could feel the energy pulsating between us, an electric current that both terrified and exhilarated me.

"Don't listen to him!" Viktor shouted, his voice strained with desperation. "He's trying to manipulate you, to turn you into something you're not. You are stronger than that, Rose!"

"Strength is not found in denial, Viktor," Dragomir countered, his gaze piercing through the chaos. "It is found in acceptance. Embrace what you are, what you can become. Come to me, and I will show you the power that lies within."