.Bloody And Dangerous.

Dark Prince Killian Jackson

My world was dark as I got up from the blurry haze, the only feeling I felt though wasn't what I expected which was to be shackled to the wall begging for mercy, but I was in a bed, a soft plush bed with what felt like silk bed sheets tangled around my bare legs.

Wait Bare? I lifted up the covers to reveal to myself that I was in fact naked underneath the sheets, everything bare for the world to see. balling the sheets around myself I got up from the bed and wrapped them around me to cover at least most of the dignity I had left. The room I was in looked like one of our castles master suites, it was dark red and black everywhere, candelabra's hanging on each side of a massive black door. I walked to the door trying to yank it open, but to my luck it wouldn't budge one centimeter. Growling in frustration I hit the door, but the surprising thing is, I heard a crack, but it wasn't the door, it was my hand.

"Oh my god!" I yelled out in pain clutching my hand, tears finally hitting my cheeks, my hand hurt like hell and it wasn't healing. I finally noticed how tired I felt and drained I felt from punching it. I looked around and the room was spinning. It hit me what could be happening.

I was drugged

Then I heard it, the subtle sound of a growl mixed with laughter; whipping around I saw the red eyes before I seen the large black hound in front of them. He sat in a chair in the darkest corner of the room, his eyes blood red, the same red as the blood he sucked from his victims. Killian Jackson sat in front of me and all I could do was freeze and hope he wouldn't destroy me with his eyes. If looks could kill i'd be dead on the spot. The hound though, now that I noticed was sat in front of him, it's eyes were deep blue and his fur was deep black with white paws. Its teeth were pulled back into a sneer not taking its eyes off of my naked form as it's spiked collar and chain was held by the man who was also not taking his eyes off my form..

In that moment I finally realized how naked I felt, the thin silk sheet I had on wasn't even close to covering me.

"You know, your clothes were riddled with weapons, so I had to take them and burn them." He finally spoke, his voice an accent I never heard before a mix of Romanian and Russian it was thick with authority and was almost cocky and he sat up tapping his fingers on the wood of the chair before standing up and striding over to me in 3 long strides, the dog followed suit and sat at his feet once again. "I hope you realize what position you are in Ms. Valenkyne." he murmured his cold minty breath hitting my cheeks, making my back arch and shiver.

"I do not know what position....you mean Mr. Jackson." I huffed out wanting nothing but to back up, but I didn't really notice till now what position I was in, I was in trouble. I was in a place I didn't know with a deadly man who was in front of me. I looked around for my escape, the window by the bed was a good way to go, but I didn't know how high this balcony was.

"The balcony isn't a good choice My love, you'd fall into rocks and water. By the time people found you you'd be burned to a crisp by the sun, which would be coming up soon enough." 

I forgot Vampires can read minds. I scrunch up my forehead and eyebrows in frustration then looked up at him, seeing that he was closer than I thought he was. He was almost close enough that I could tell what cologne he was wearing, which smelled like Armoni, but I couldn't think for too long before he spoke again and his minty breath hit my face like a fan. 

But here was the thing, I didn't flinch away or want to move. I was almost drawn toward him. This was all interrupted as an older women strode her way into the room holding a pile of clothes. She looked between us and gave the brightest smile one aged with a thousand years of smiles, her wrinkled forehead went up with her eyebrows and her orange hair, grays at the side was pulled up into a tight bun against her freckles and pale skin.