Desires

Chapter Six: Jez

DEDICATED TO Luv_Da_BxB_Yaoi because she was my only commenter last chapter and she's a very sweet person.

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Jezebel's P.O.V

Memory

I gritted my teeth as my idiot brother once again turned down my opinions on our current predicament with the witches. They were a constant threat and we had a chance to make peace through marriage. But then he refused to marry the king's daughter and we were, once again, at odds with each other.

All because of my stupid brother.

He just didn't understand how much of a threat the witches really were.

He snubbed them and we were on the eve of a war. Did he care? Of course not. His main priority was politics, not war. He never served in our army like I did.

I was with our men day and night. I killed alongside them and I saw my men die before me.

Alex was seriously a damn moron.

"I think that should conclude our meeting for today. If anything changes in our situation, let me know right away" he ordered and the advisors nodded like the perfect puppets they were.

I gritted my teeth even more. I can't believe he had the balls to even suggest caring about the change in our situation. He didn't give a damn and he wouldn't know what to do to declare war even if a paper airplane with instructions lodged itself up his ass.

He gave me a little smirk, gloating his stupid useless powers over me as he has been for the last decade. I hated that Father died and gave this stupid asshole complete control.

Father wasn't a perfect ruler but at least he knew how to manage it. And he was wise when dealing with war and knowing his limitations.

Alex didn't like admitting when he didn't know something. He pretended he was perfect.

I left the room, passing my assistant general. His face gave away nothing, it was perfectly composed while I knew that I was flushed with rage. I could see a tick in his jaw, very subtle but there, that showed how mad he was. I knew that tick very well. I vexed him quite a bit, mostly due to my messing around with him. He had no sense of humor or at least, he pretended he didn't. But he respected my position and my experience. Some might even say I had a certain talent, an affinity, with war. Strategy, death, leadership, I was good on all fronts.

He inclined his head, understanding my mood perfectly, and left as well, falling into step perfectly with me.

"Our king has much to learn" he said diplomatically. I snorted, giving him a light punch on the arm.

"No need to be diplomatic. You know you can say what you wish in front of me and what you said is a fucking understatement. Not even a complete one" I told him.

His lips twitched, as if holding in a smile. He only did it occasionally but it reminded me that he had once been human. It was comforting.

Humans were, after all, such bloodthirsty and instinct driven creatures. When refined with vampire blood and some sense, it made for a great soldier.

We were on our way to see the bleeders. It was practically standard for us to let off some steam after a meeting. The rage contained within was not healthy. So it was nice to blow that off with a bleeder. I wouldn't touch my feeder until I was sure I wouldn't hurt him. I knew my assistant general felt the same. We were considerate that way.

Toys were supposed to be handled with care, after all. Or else you would be playing with a broken toy and that isn't fun.

Bleeders were uncultured, taken randomly and not with the same care given to feeders. Besides, they weren't trained like feeders. They were solely for pleasure, theirs and ours. However unsavory that might be.