Vampire Wife to Be

Chapter 9

Vixton POV

The shadows play on the wall in a mocking mess of flames. I stood just a foot away from victimizing scream of pain, filling the air behind the closed door. Bloodied prints crawl on the wall. Only the very torment is left to tell the tale.

I turn to leave as the screams die down. No one wouldn't dear interrupt a madman's hobby. Fate, as it's a way of ruining anyone's happiness within my world of darkness.

"Vixton a word", the cold dark sound of his father's voice rung around the hall, as the door shuts behind him. My back was turned, but I felt the menacing feel of anger. I acknowledged him with a light bow seeing his of his attire was bloody red, the strong metallic smell of blood evades my senses. Blood that didn't belong to another being of not this world 'humans'.

"Father," I said, meeting his glaring deep red eyes.

He looks ready to kill, I thought he would at least be in a less unstable mood afterall the war ended only a month ago but it felt like a whole year had passed. I knew why he stood like this clenched fists with blood dripping to the floor, murderous intent in his aura. They can't find the queen, her scent disappears from the face of the earth but one thing I won't let them find her.

"There has been word that the queen is still missing..." There was a long pause after he spoke, "... The supernatural world is caving into its own destruction.... a mess, all once destroyed is slowly rebuilding, why is that?" he gave me a look that demands an answer, I blankly stared at him. Watching the very being before me chuckled suddenly, the swirl of madness in his eyes.

"Very well, I'll get my answer soon enough," he said ceasing his chuckles as he turned and left. He disappeared beyond the sealed doors, resuming his act of merciless cries.

I hated it all, the act of killing innocent people but what's to expect pure-blooded vampires enjoy the darkness the cries of the innocent, and my father was no different. I seem to be weaker than I thought a race that I am to rule corrupted by the vile intent of selfishness. Blinded by corruption my father uses me to do the evil deeds, cursed to follow in his every demand.

I proceed my steps falling along the outskirts of the walls. My eyes caught the lines of humans, all young and pure. It was a sickness to sit and just watch the pleading cries of them all, knowing their fatal faiths.

I slowly walked keeping my eyes from the outside, trailing the familiar dark corridors to the darkest area of the palace. In the midst, the snow-white door appears only to be seen with my eyes only. I listen within the silence hearing the slow beat of her heart 'she is sleeping' I softly open the door entering to see the beauty sleeping with a piece of calm. I didn't want to disturb her as I stand in the shadow of the room looking solely at her figure.  

Sudden memories clouded my mind, "I love you vix" I exhale softly her voice whispers throughout my mind. A painful pang was felt within my chest, my lifeless heart beating again. I missed her smile but those were only memories to me, memories that were long forgotten.

I've been looking at her for a while, noticing her twists and turns to find comfort I wouldn't dare approach her,   admiring her beauty was enough. The moon gleaming off her pure white skin was like a goddess in her slumber. I sat near the window wondering why this seems so hard, vast memory of her came back to me before they hid her she was mine.

I got angry at the thought but I won't let out my anger on the corpse of those people for their already dead.

I heard the light squeak of the bed, I remain in the shadows seeing her beautiful figure began to turn. 'might be searching for warmth' I thought as a smile form on my lips. That's the first, shocking myself to oblivious. That made me sad the feeling of my loneliness then was coming back. Deep down it was almost comforting to have those sick memories, it was the only thing that proved I was alive; barely alive.

She remains still, twitching her nose ever so often. I continue to look her over at the action as she held a pillow tightly between her arms, I crack a small finding her actions cute.

I couldn't say how long I just stood there watching her but I felt I overstayed my welcome 'maybe I should go' I thought to myself, moving towards the door when I suddenly heard my name being called from a small voice in the midst.

I looked at the bed slowly, captivated by the sudden glow of her cheeks,  become a crimson red one her cheeks, "Vix... Vix..." She is called a name I haven't heard in years, reaching out a hand as if waiting for a hold. It was foreign to me but I couldn't deny a warm feeling sparking in my chest. I reach for the door handle as soon as she calms down I couldn't help but smile in shock.

I was shocked to the point that my eyes wondered to see if she was awake but no. I sighed a little out of relief as I walked slowly to the bed unknowingly holding her outstretched hand as her soft calls became whispers then to silence. I felt my cold dead heartbeat in the rhythm of her breathing, she squeezes my hand so tight I thought it was gonna break lazily she kisses the hand holding it close to her face.

My cheeks warm from her sudden action, my hand felt warm from her hold. I couldn't help but think of laying beside her just to feel her warmth but I clear my clouded mind from the thoughts.

I decided to stay by her side, sitting in an uncomfortable position worth every ounce of her warmth, for what seemed like hours felt like seconds. I got comfortable by her side, the feeling of my lids closes humming a soft tune. I didn't need sleep but I was too comfortable not to pretend. This beauty was my weakness, which proves she's my everything.