ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ྐ❤︎ 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 'ཀ'
Bruce stormed out of the meeting room. The financial mess he had to untangle first thing in the morning had left him in a foul mood. His head pounded, and his patience was thinner than a thread. Damn those incompetent fools. I swear, if I have to deal with one more idiotic request for funds...
He clenched his fists, trying to shake off the frustration. As he marched down the corridor, his thoughts went back to Lucas. Just thinking about him brought a small, involuntary smile to Bruce's lips. Lucas always had a way of making things better, even if he said otherwise...
Bruce stopped abruptly and turned to the guards stationed outside the room. "Where is Lucas?" he demanded, momentarily forgetting the very cage he had ordered for Lucas.
The guards exchanged uneasy glances but remained silent. Bruce's eyes narrowed in irritation. "Did you not hear me? Where.is.Lucas?" he repeated, his tone more insistent.
Still, the guards did not respond. Bruce tried to think, scavenging around in the back of his mind for what could have happened to his beloved pet, and then he finally realized. He had ordered Lucas to be caged. He turned away, muttering to himself, "Never mind, I know where he is."
Useless bastards. Bruce thought. Can't even answer a simple question. What the hell are they good for?
"Should we tell him?" one guard asked the other, his voice barely loud enough to hear.
"I don't know," the other replied, his tone filled with uncertainty. "He'll find out soon enough."
"Your Majesty! Wait up!" Walter's voice called out from behind him. Bruce didn't slow down though, his mind was too preoccupied with his own thoughts.
"I need to discuss today's plans with you." He continued, slightly out of breath. He pushed his glasses up and glanced up at Bruce before quickly averting his gaze once Bruce turned to face him.
"Not now, Walter."
"But Bruce, it's important," he insisted, his voice trembling slightly. "We need to go over the security arrangements for the gala tonight, and then there's the matter of the new investments-"
Bruce kept walking, his patience running dry. He was about to snap at Walter to shut him up when Walter said something that made Bruce stop in his tracks.
"-and Lucas has escaped."
Bruce clenched his fists, feeling the muscles in his arms tighten. The guards had one job-to keep that slippery vampire in his cage. But no, they just HAD to be outsmarted by a pretty face.
He slowly turned to face Walter, his eyes narrowing as he does so. "What did you just say?"
Walter gulped, his glasses slipping again. "Lucas... he managed to trick the guards and escape from his glass cage."
He was silent for a while, allowing the words to sink in before the cold fury settled in.
"How the hell did that happen?"
Walter flinched, pushing his glasses up once more. "I-I don't know the details yet, but the guards are searching for him now."
"Find him," he ordered, his voice a deadly whisper. "And when you do, bring him to me. Personally."
Walter nodded frantically, his lanky frame almost shaking. "Y-yes, Your Majesty. Right away."
Someone was going to pay for this. And Bruce was going to make sure of that.
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The King's Pet
Vampiri"You can't lead a kingdom from a coffin." Bruce had to remind himself of that every morning as he looked at the reflection in the mirror. The man staring back at him was different from the one who once led his army with an iron fist. He'd given ev...
