My Eternal Nightmare

Chapter 8

I cried for about five minutes before reminding myself that crying would not solve anything. I was one of the most powerful vampires in history, so what was my problem? But thinking about it, I didn't feel really powerful with my powers stripped. I knew at this point, I had only one option, and that was to co-operate.

I got up and stepped through the second door I spotted earlier, it led to a bathroom. It was alright, not as big as my bathroom back home, but alright. I assumed this was some sort of guestroom or something like that. There were no windows but it was considerably bright. The walls were plain white and everything else was black.

I stepped into the shower and turned it on, hot water gushed out and licked my back. I felt a little sore but other than that, I was fine. I stepped out after ten minutes feeling much better than before I stepped in.

I walked back into the room with a pink towel around me, my hair dripping wet. I saw fresh underwear on the bed, a pair of black skinny jeans and a silk pink top. What was with the pink, my favorite color was red. I dried myself up, my hair too, and changed quickly to the clothes spread out, shocked that everything fit perfectly, that's when it hit me.

Hunger pangs.

I doubled over in pain as a scream escaped my mouth. I fell from the bed unto my knees, my hands wrapped around my tummy as tight as I could. I felt my fangs bare themselves and I knew my eyes were bloodshot as that was always the case with vampires who were starved. The blood I had during the 'wedding' didn't do much. I let out another scream as I felt immense pain tear through my stomach. I was writhing with pain, crying out uncontrollably. I unwound my arms from their current location and put both palms on the floor. Another sharp pang of pain shot through me and I screamed once. I felt a blood tear roll down my cheeks unto the floor. My hands felt weak, unable to support myself any longer, I collapsed on the floor, motionless, as the pain subsided. I knew I had to get something to eat, fast.

I slowly rose up and sat on the bed to try to gather some strength and I was actually fine in a few seconds, almost totally back to normal. I packed my hair in a ponytail and decided I was leaving the room. They had to let me leave... Right? I was already by the door anyway and as it turned out, it was open and there were no guards. The door led to a hallway, it was rather plain but what hit me was the scent.

Blood.

Acting plainly on instincts, I ran towards it. I went through more doors than I could keep track of, somewhere along the way, I realized I was still in the manor. I was underground, I knew that much from the earthly smell then, I arrived at a flight of stairs that led upwards. I took the stairs, going insanely fast till I reached a door. I stepped through it and ended up right in a dining room.

"Why, how nice of you to join us." King Tarius said, grinning from ear to ear.

The table before him was filled with food of all sorts, I wasn't surprised anyway. Lycanthropes were known to have quite an appetite. The king was seated at one end of the table, and at the other end was Asher, his back to me, he had cleaned up. The events of the previous night ran through my head but I instantly shut it down. I could not deal with that. I looked back at the table and spotted blood bags. My fangs threatened to bare themselves but I managed to stop them.

"Hungry?" the king asked, chuckling. "Have a seat."

I couldn't believe this was happening. I was going to have breakfast with the lycanthrope prince and his son. Somebody punch me. And yes, breakfast. Vampires do tend to automatically sleep through the day and awake at night, most do anyway, but I had been training myself since I was young to do the opposite. I had a mild fascination with humans when I was younger, till I decided they were a complete waste of space and only useful for blood. But, habits die hard. I was stuck this way although I'd admit, I still loved the night. It was exhilarating.