Prince Darrius

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Darrius takes a step towards me with an evil glint in his dark blue glossy eyes and I freeze. This was it, I was going to die. A freaking hot vampire wanted to kill me and turn me into the monster that killed my parents. 

“Come here, sweetheart. I’ll make it a sweet end, if you come to me willingly,” His dark smooth voice takes on a sweet tone, trying to calm me. I tense my muscles, getting ready to run for it to my kitchen, for some garlic. 

I would never make it.

I try anyway.

I turn and sprint for the kitchen, only a few feet away from the living room. I make it to the kitchen bench before strong arms wrap around behind me and pull me up against a hard chest. I was trapped.

“Darrius,” I say, giving up my struggles, I lean back into his chest, preparing myself for the end. I only had my words left now, “Please, can you give me a choice….” My words trail off as he leans down and his nose tickles the skin on my neck, before he presses a gentle kiss to the hard pulse beating rapidly under my skin, “Darrius,” I repeat, “I don’t want to be a vampire. Please, I don’t want to be a vampire at all. Please, Darrius,” I feel tears run down my cheeks and I hear Darrius exhale loudly. A few tense moments pass in silence and then… he releases me. 

I turn around and face him, shaking from fear and adrenaline.

“Fine,” he says, grudgingly, looking pissed off at himself. He is still eyeing me with a dark look however, as I back away a few steps and put the kitchen bench between us. It wasn’t much of a barrier but it made me feel safer. 

“Why did you stop?” I ask, watching him watch me with troubled eyes.

“As a potential vampire hunter, my pheromones aren’t calming you down. I may as well give you some time to think it over,” he angrily looks away, past me, he looks tense, “You better calm down, sweetheart. I’m barely holding back. Your heartbeat is running way too fast for a vampire to resist tasting you.”

“So you aren’t such a prick after all,” I don’t know how I manage to make a joke right now. But I do, and I smile too. He meets my eyes again, not impressed.

“Darling,” he begins, “I’m not letting you go.” The blood drains from my face.

“What do you mean? You said you won’t turn me. Now you can leave me alone,” he shakes his head.

“It’s my duty to gather any potential vampire hunters and keep them close. I have to turn you eventually, before you become a vampire hunter. You’re coming with me, back to the palace,” I narrow my eyes at him.

“So you are still a prick, that’s just great,” suddenly I am very pissed off again, “What the hell am I going to do there?” Now he smirks.

“I’ll show you around. Show you that vampires aren’t that bad, some of us are good. Don’t get any ideas though, I’m definitely not one of the good ones,” he says seriously, giving me a darker look, “When you are ready, I’ll turn you.”

“How do you know when I’ll be ready? And I won’t be safe there, as a human –”

“No one will touch you,” he snaps.

“Why?” I ask, bereft. 

“You are too valuable as a potential vampire hunter. Once you are turned you’ll be a valuable vampire because of your strength. The King already agreed with me that you must be brought to our side. We need more support,” I laugh, support?

“Do you ever wonder why people don’t like vampires?” I ask him sarcastically.

“We are second class-citizens, we deserve more rights,” he says, annoyed at me now. He starts walking around the kitchen bench towards me again. I turn to face him and he comes close, looking down at me as he trails his fingers down my arms.

“So you are going to kidnap me again? I’m not too happy about that,” I say, irritated. I glare at him, feeling braver than before, now that I knew he wasn’t a total emotionless bastard. 

“You should behave, little girl,” he says in his silky smooth voice, “I’m doing you another favour. You now owe me two favours. I’d come quietly and do as I say, or I might just change my mind about taking you slowly,” he threatens darkly and I meet his eyes with a bold stare of my own.

“You really are a prick,” I snap.

“I think it’s time I took one of those favours,” he says, ignoring my insult. 

“Okay, what do you want?”

“Just a kiss,” he says, and I roll my eyes.

“Do you really think I’d kiss a guy wearing nothing but leather pants?” I ask, but I can’t help but smile a bit. 

“You don’t really have a choice, sweetie,” he says, “You owe me,” then without further ado, he leans down and presses his soft, lush lips against my own. He presses them against mine for a second, then leans back and gives me a smirk, “That wasn’t so bad now, was it? You’re blushing, you shouldn’t be embarrassed, you’re beautiful,” he says and I blush even more.

“Ah, thanks. Are you taking me now?” I ask, not knowing what else to say.

“Sweetie, that was just the start,” he pushes his lips back against mine and I return the kiss this time. There is a spark between us, real and alive. I felt for this annoying arrogant prick.

Damn it, what was wrong with me?