The Vampire Prince | Book One ✔ (Needs Editing)

The Assassination | Chapter 11

I tossed and turned through the night unable to sleep, the cold latched onto me and gave me haunted memories of my past—a past that Julian created.

The chilling memories of my family resurrected, the moments that led to their deaths. I sighed and peeled open my eyes, the sun was already rising in the distance.

I rubbed my tired eyes and sat up and glanced at Julian who was perched upright with a book in his hand.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked without glancing away from his page.

"Not at all," I mumbled, "I tend to have nightmares when I sleep."

"Why's that?" He smirked knowingly.

"Because you selfishly ruined my life four years ago." I stated. His eyes lifted to meet mine. He shut the book and titled his head.

"Indeed," he licked his lips, "I also recall the fact that you didn't stop me. Perhaps, you're just as twisted and evil as I am."

"I'll never be anything like you, a filthy vampire that shows no remorse." I chewed my lip and glared at him.

"Ah, there it is." He smirked and reached out to touch me but I flinched away.

"Please don't touch me." I whispered.

"You can't say such a thing," he inched closer and grabbed my wrist, "I own you, remember?"

I turned and looked at him, his green eyes were filled with anger and hunger. I pulled my wrist out of his grasp and stood. I glared at him and went to leave but he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into his lap.

I gasped as he brushed my hair from my neck. He chuckled and brought his teeth to my skin and pierced my flesh without a second thought. I winced and grasped his arm, he shook it off and placed his hand on my inner thigh.

"N-no!" I gasped while I struggled to free myself.

"Sir, your father is ready." Stark appeared and Julian pulled away. I covered my wound and stood while he licked his lips.

"Prepare her for what is about to happen." Julian spoke while he quickly got dressed in a nice suit.

"Prepare me for what?" I glanced at Stark who nodded and led me to another room.

I was told to wash up and to get changed. Stark didn't ask any questions, he barely even spoke. I quickly got ready and glanced at myself in the mirror that hung on the wall. I was pale, my skin slightly bruised in obvious areas such as my face, arms, chest and neck.

I stepped out of the room and gazed at Stark, his eyes were glued to the floor.

I cleared my throat and he gazed up at me, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he scanned me from my head to my toes.

"Much better," he sighed, "you'll be meeting Julian's father, the Clan leader. Make sure you're formal and if he requests to feed from you—you must accept with no hesitation, it's a test."

I nodded and nervously fixed my hair to cover Julian's bite mark. Stark hesitated before he approached me and moved my hair from my shoulders. He glanced at me once more seeking permission which I selfishly gave.

He brought his lips to the mark and his tongue glided smoothly over my skin healing the small wound. I shivered from the tingle that followed under my skin from his tongue.

He cleared his throat and took a step back.

"Alright," I sighed, "I'm ready."

He nodded and led me down stairs and to a large dinning room, the table stretched long and chandeliers hung from the ceiling giving off a cozy setting.

I bowed once I reached the room. Both Julian and his father were pleased with my appearance. I was genuinely praised even though I could hardly hear what they were saying, the only sound I could hear was the sound of my heart racing.

"Please, have a seat." Julian pulled out a seat for me and gestured me to sit.

Without hesitation I nodded and smiled while I made my way over to him.

"Thank you, sir." I controlled my shaky voice.

"Ah, before you sit," Julian's father spoke, "let me have a taste."

"Already? We didn't even have a proper meal, father." Julian glared at the man on the other side of the table. I stood and smiled.

Julian must have had some thought of me declining his father or giving him a snarky reply. He was quick to answer with a hint of nervousness, oddly enough.

"I don't mind," I made my way over to his father and closed my eyes, "please have a taste."

My heart pounded painfully against my rib cage as I feared not just Julian but the man who had raised the awful Vampire.

I quietly braced myself, waiting for his teeth to pierce my flesh but he made no effort to do so.

I opened my eyes to see the vampire with his head severed. I stared wide eyed and took a step back.

"It's done." Christian bowed to Julian.

I bumped into him as I backed away in terror, a memory from four years ago flashed before my eyes and I crashed to the floor. I couldn't speak. I could only stare at the scene that was before me. I held my breath and covered my mouth with my shaking hands.