Stolen Fate

Chapter Seven - Need

Seven

Need

Krishna woke to the surprise of being alone. At first she thought nothing of it, but then her mind caught up with her, and she remembered him. In an almost frantic movement, she was on her feet shuffling through her pack to ensure all was untouched. Her ears determined he was not in the bathroom, and in an almost obscene way, she felt lonely. Wracked at the thought of needing another to feel whole – especially after just meeting and not knowing him in the least – made her sick to her stomach. She knew she should be relieved that he finally had left. But instead, she felt sickened, pained, and above all, empty. Not to mention a bit confused as to how he was even able to leave without her hearing.

In an almost subconscious movement, Riley found himself back in England and walking through the very gates he rushed through just two days earlier. The time seemed to fly by so fast that he wasn’t even certain how, or when, he made the decision to return home. All he knew was that someone, somewhere along the line made a horrible mistake, and for that, they would pay.

He hadn’t been home ten minutes when the sense of another was followed with a knock on his chamber door. Growling at the disturbance, he turned to face his bureau mirror and hollered entrance. Marcus walked in with his head held high and a grin on his face, unaware of the danger in such.

“I assume with your quickened return that she rejected you, dear friend,” he said as he playfully plopped himself down on Riley’s bed.

Riley glared into the mirror’s glass, his eyes turning red with rage at his friends reflection. “You assume incorrectly,” he spoke with clenched teeth.

Marcus looked up and instantly his smile faded, and he leaped to his feet. Bowing his head slightly he spoke. “No disrespect, Your Majesty, I apologize for my words and actions.”

Almost as quick as his rage formed, it disappeared, turning into annoyance as he turned his body to face Marcus, shooing him with his hands. “Nonsense”

“Do you wish to rest?”

Riley rolled his eyes. “Seriously, knock it off or I will kick your ass.” He smiled and Marcus straightened stance and smirked.

“Seriously man, I hate when you turn all vamp on me. So what’s the deal? Where’s is the princess?” Marcus hated asking questions, but his need to know the details overruled his feelings. It was his duty to know. Not knowing meant not doing his job, and not doing his job meant a stake through the heart. Not something he was willing on going through.

“She is not the princess,” he spoke through clenched teeth and balled fists. Just a mention of the girl and he was checking his anger. The God’s had some explaining to do. He turned towards the door. “I need to speak with my father. Do not follow me.”

“He is in his chambers,” Marcus called out in response. He would stay put until Riley was out of sight before moving onto business himself. An order was an order.

A knock was not necessary, for his father was the most powerful vampire Riley knew, but it was the courtesy that mattered. Still, he only need knock once before his father commanded entrance.

He was seated behind his oversized oak desk in the corner of the room. The King was all business and no play most of the time, and designed his chambers as such. Upon opening the door, one was greeted with a short hall lined with doors. The one of the left led to the bathroom facilities and the one on the right, the walk-in closet. Straight ahead was the bedroom that looked more like an office. The desk in the corner, a lounge sofa for guests and four very tall, very large bookcases stocked full of books, most of them older than time. Only in a small sitting area off of the main room would one learn the room is indeed a bedroom and not an office. That was where the bed was.