Beautiful Monster

2. the death of a girl

Coes and Cois seemed to know exactly who he was talking about.

A person screamed, and blood spilled across the floor. He hardly had time to beg for his life.

Up on the throne, his lip curved up, dangerously sexy.

Then all the people started to walk out again like nothing had happened, but their legs were shaking. These scenes repeated almost every day, and they were powerless against him like an ant to an elephant.

After the room was empty, King Leonidas stood up from the chair, his movement was so fast it was blurring like he was a ghost. 

In his palace, there were thousands of concubines. After the meeting, king Leonidas went to the red palace. Inside, there was already a woman waiting for him. The woman lied on the bed. Her cloth was showy. Under the silky transparent fabric, he can see her alluring body.

He walked across the elegant decorated room, toward the woman on the bed, sitting beside her. She already started moving toward him. There was desire in her eyes, she never once in her life saw a man as beautiful as him. Her body was moving like a snake around him, cloths slowly falling off. She tried to kiss his lips. Then suddenly she stopped mid way, there was a danger in his eyes. She forgot, he didn’t kiss, not a single woman was able to touch his lips, at least not in her knowledge.

His arm surrounded her thin waist. She relaxed thinking that he forgave her. Wet kisses landed on her neck. She closed her eyes in enjoyment.

Then, suddenly, she screamed as she felt a sharp force stab into her neck. Pain surged through her body as she felt the blood draining out from her neck. She tried to struggle, but it was no use. Then her arms went limp, and she closed her eyes.

In the night, his head tipped up one of his eyes glowing red and the other one silver. Blood drip down his thin seductive red lips.

Outside, his servants, already used to the scream, but they still felt a chill run up their spine.

King Leonidas’ two protectors held the door for him as he walked out. Outside, the moon was still silvery white, just as his hair, but for some reason, there seemed to be a red ominous light looming, glowing among the Forbidden City.

“Do you still remember when you started to drink blood?” Coes asked.

He didn’t answer him, but his lips curved up. It was a bitter smile, a smile that seemed to laugh at his own foolishness. How could he forget? It was around the time that.....she left.