BloodLust: The Royal Court

Pain

Darius' POV (I know ahhhhh)

Silence fell around the room in a manner it only did when I walked in. Nobles who I had been previously talking with turned and faced elsewhere lowering they're heads with respect, a sign they only did for me or powerful royals. An intoxicating vanilla aroma washed over my senses, I yearned for a touch, a taste. Turning around I was simply  speechless. An ethereal queen decended down the stairs, her power had no equal, her beauty no competition and her smile took my breath away. Xanthe. My ancient heart sped up beating fast against my chest, if I were a mere mortal or even a young vampire my knees would have buckled at the control she had over me.

My eyes traveled her body that had been underneath mine only a few days ago, her face that instead of looking regal had been contorted into one of pain and pleasure, her lips that had begged me to have her and her eyes; the most beguiling orbs I had ever seen flittered from the regal amethyst to the precious gold. Neither of which I had seen in all my 978 years. Gold. Of course Xanthe had to rebel against my rules. She wore a golden gown that had put the men of the court in a lust filled trance and turned the women green with envy. Gold wasn't allowed to be worn unless you wore a crown, furthermore it was already uncommon to do so therefore she was the only maiden to be coated in the regal colour in the entire ballroom. Because Xanthe had she looked more like a Queen than any I'd seen, or fucked.

The words she had venomously hissed at me came to the forefront of my mind when our eyes locked. Hers full of disappointment mine I'm sure were full of longing. Why did I starve her, why did I attack her again yesterday. The answer is I simply do not know. If she didn't kick me off her we would be mated yet I was angry she had. If I didn't talk about the over eager nymph then she would have spoken about the werewolf that was in her room. Each time Xanthe's actions were justified whereas mine were not. The feeling of completion was one I had not felt in many years. Once I got close to that feeling 152 years ago until I felt my beloveds light became snuffed out but not before I felt her pain, suffering and emptiness. One that mirrored my own on that day. Xanthe was the only thing that made me feel how I once did, only briefly. Instead of filling the emptiness that killing and fucking did; Xanthe did more, not only filling the emptiness but adding to it.

Without realising my legs moved on they're own accord towards Xanthe. My legs moved where no one else's would in fear of being crippled out of her power. Her scent tingled on my nose and danced on my tastebuds my eyes blackening for the thing that made me feel whole. As our eyes locked for a second time her beautiful amethyst eyes lingered on mine before turning an unsettling crimson. She turned and walked away from me her silvery hair flowing down her exposed back shimmering a faint gold as it swayed with her hips. Into the arms of another. Into the arms of Blaze.

Crippling emptiness engulfed my every fibre as I felt as though she was betraying me. She had turned her back on me she had touched another. I had told her not to do both. My anger flared and only dissipated when I realised I was simply going to make her hate me more. I did what any other vampire would do to fill the void.

(A/N sexual content beware)

Motioning for a nymph to follow me I left the ballroom. We headed to my room her ten steps behind me. As we stepped foot in my room I beckoned her towards me ripping her revealing clothes from her with my energy manipulation. She stood in before me completely nude. Slamming her to the ground she moaned with a desperate lust. The noise was not comparable to Xanthe's, her body that was quivering with excitement was no longer attractive to my eyes. Sure her breasts were large and rounded and her behind was curvaceous and perky, just not like Xanthe's, the nymphs eyes were dark and seductive yet not the eyes of a seductress, the eyes of my little seductress. Getting up from the floor I felt disgusted by my actions. The nymph's confusion was etched across her vindictive face.

"My King." She purred stretching her hands towards my exposed body reaching for something I could no longer give her. "Do you not want me, you used to want me daily." the nymph sighed seductively reaching out towards me.

"Get out slave, you are filth. I don't even recognise who you are nymphs are all the same to me." letting out a humourless laugh I hoisted the now nude and blushing nymph to the door.

With it's head down shamefully the slave's feet crossed the threshold from my room to the long hallway. My breath hitched and pain webbed through my body burning from my heart slowly reaching the tips of my body. The pain increased to nothing I had felt before. Over my long lifetime I had fought through wars with all supernaturals alike, I had been tortued a few centuries back when I stumbled into a palace and took the daughters innocence, yet this, this was crippling. I must have cried out because in an instant three nymphs including the one who had just been desperately begging for sex. My throat burned as my muscles contracted with an unbearable cramp. What was happening? Had a witch hexed me? I could hear faint whispers grows louded swirling around my head as I felt the control on my telepathy slip. I felt my dagger like caines slip out of my lips attracted the the pathetically weak hearts of the nymphs that surrounded me. Lunging forward at immense speed I emitted an animalistic roar sinking my teeth into the neck of a helpless nymph.