Chapter Eleven- Mistakes And Regrets

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A/N: So I decided to make this chapter Zeke's POV because it just made more sense to see things from his point of view and I didn't want to bore you guys with another Cellar scene so yeah! Enjoy <3.


//WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of a mature nature and isn't for younger audiences, so if you don't like this stuff I wouldn't recommend reading it.//

*Zeke's POV*

"Now I must suffer the consequences while you can go on and live your royal little Prince lifestyle". That was the sentence that kept swirling around in my head. I think the worse part of the sentence wasn't the bitterness that Kai had delivered it with, but more how truthful it was.

Of course he was right. I had took everything away from him; his family, friends and the most horrific of them all, his humanity. At first I got the thrill of taking the Parkerson's down one by one starting with their own very heir and precious son.

But after Kai's transition and the fight that had occurred, I couldn't help but feel the guilt becoming heavier and heavier. I had met many vampires due to my parents status and of course me being the next in line of the throne, but I'd never met one like Kai.

Firstly, the unnatural strength that he shouldn't have until he's at least two decades a vampire, never mind defeating a mature new born much like Niki. Secondly, his control. That was the big problem that was worrying me and clearly my parents now that Kai was locked away in a steel cell.

Vampires that couldn't control themselves like were usually the crazy ones, not the newly turned ones. I couldn't possibly tell you why I cared so much, I never once cared for a single thing in my life unless it was family. But a mere stranger? Nah, that was unheard of.

I remembered hearing his screams and it had destroyed me. The pain and anguish were so powerful in his sobbing and I had to force myself to keep walking. He was right, I shouldn't care and it was time to stop being so weak and man up to what I had done.

I had sent the twins down to give Kai a shirt that I owned, knowing it would be oversized on him and keep him warm in the coldness of the cellars. I smiled at the picture of the sweater on him like a dress but quickly scolded myself, reminded that Kai despised me and I should equally hate him.

My father wasn't particularly happy about getting the twins involved in the situation, but I was too much of a wimp to go down and face the fact that I'd ran off like a little girl. Imagine that, the tough 'Zeke Davison' crumbling right before the Vampire Hunters son. That would make one hell of a story.

I retired to my room and jumped right smack onto my bed, getting nauseous with the guilt that kept getting stronger. I couldn't get the damn boy off my mind and the more I thought of his cute, little face, the more I felt like crying and trust me I don't cry. Like never.

He deserved it right? His family started this and I had to finish it. He was right, he was the consequence but in every war there's casualties, and Kai Parkerson was the fallen soldier. This was on his hands, not mine.

I was Zeke Davison. I was the strong, drop dead, gorgeous vampire that could get what he wanted anytime. No one could compete against me and most importantly no one would dare. I was ruthless. Powerful. Unstoppable. Nothing and especially not Kai would break me.

Fuck. Even after drilling that in my mind I still couldn't believe it. I should of fucking let the weakling die. I wouldn't have to deal with these feelings or all this stupid responsibility. I needed an escape from his face. Right now he was toxic and it felt worse than my excruciating transition many years ago.

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