Black Heart

Chapter Three

What the hell is that man planning?! First he's asking who I am, then he's threatening and demanding but finally he starts being nice and giving my own room and stuff. He literally makes no sense.

"May I come in?" The devil himself knocks on the door (that I've made sure is securely locked)
"No! I'm getting changed." I yell and hear him trying to open the door.
"DID YOU LOCK THE DOOR!"
"I SAID I'M GETTING CHANGED!"

I'm not lying. I am getting changed into some clothes I found in the closet. It's a blood red dress that covers most of my body (unlike most of the others), matching underwear, shoes and black tights.

The sound of the door breaking as I finish getting my tights on scares the 'undead' crap out of me. I turn round and see the King of all idiots himself. I glare at him especially when he smirks at my not fully clothed body.

"You don't have to make the effort for me." He whispers in my ear after speeding over.
"I'm not. I'm making the effort for my hygiene." I snarl walking away from him and proceed to hastily put the dress on.
"I'd prefer it if you left that off."
"All the more of a reason to put it on."

He growls angrily making me chuckle. I love messing with people and messing with the so called King of all vampires is the best.

"What's so funny?" He scowls me.
"That's for me to know and you to find out er.... never." I tell him. I soon find myself pinned against the wall.
"It's not a good idea to make me mad."
"Who was it that was able to push you onto your useless backside in the dungeons?"
"... so what? Without blood to drink you won't be as strong also last time I checked vampires actually lose strength when don't drink. Especially when they lose blood. Don't make me take yours"
"Good luck taking mine but mainly good luck making sure I don't take yours."
"What makes you think I'd let you?"
"Nothing but I'm more than happy to take yours by force and I'm sure the feelings mutual there."

He smirks at me. He's got something planned in his mind but I'm not sure what yet. (The keyword is yet.) I keep my glare trained on him as he makes his way towards the only window in the room.

"You know you are a curious little thing." He smiles looking outside. "It's such a pity that everyone wants you dead. I may need to comply just to stop a war; although where'd be the fun in that?"
"A war? That can't be right." I say. "No one would go to war over me."
"Oh but they would. Vampires, werewolves, witches, Humans, even hybrids are all threatening to go to war over you. That's why you are so special."
"I'm not special. I'm cursed."
"Oh really? What makes you say that?"
"None of your concern."

I leave the room before he can ask anymore questions; I run as fast I can to the door downstairs and attempt to open it. I end up burning my hands instead on something.

"That isn't going to work." I freeze when I hear her voice.
"You?!" I turn round in shock.