The Vampire King's Pet

two equally horrible choices

"So how did it go?" Sarah whispered as she stroked Kane's hair. Kane was sprawled over the sofa and his head was on her lap. The study was eerily quiet as Kane slept.

Time didn't pass as much as she expected it to. They killed Jeffrey Fernwood the other day. The head was delivered yesterday. Then, Dean and Dane came back just an hour ago.

"It..." Dane paused remembering what happened. Flashes of memories resurfaced in his mind.

After they were lead to the Great Hall, the area where the Council members, or Elders as they want to be called, gather for negotiations or discussions. There was a round oak-wood table like in the story of King Arthur.

Only 2 Elders were present. A woman named Clyde and man named Martin. According to his brother, Dean, these two Elders were the ones who were usually present in the Council. The others were likely to be in the Werewolf Kingdom, discussing their matters.

Even though they were in werewolf territory, the reception they got wasn't as bad as he thought. He also knew, at best, they could only be treated with a veneer of civility so to actually be only treated with slight hatred was good enough.

But, the box was presented. Then the head rolled out from the box.

Dane nearly cried. It was good that the box was presented but why the hell did the head suddenly came rolling out?!? Was this Fernwood's revenge? The hell! It wasn't him who killed Fernwood. If you want revenge, go get it from Queen and King! Have them kill you again!

Shock. Gasps. Anger. Growls. Then, the werewolves attacked them. What could they do when all hell already broke lose?

Some bitch slaps here, and bitch slaps there. Kicks to the gut, and kicks to the places where the sun can never shine again. Pile drivers and I-AM-SPARTA moments.

Then, the fight was stopped when an Elder finally realized that if they were to kill the two of them, the werewolves should be prepared to sacrifice as many lives as they could. Dane and his brother would make sure to drag as much werewolves as they can if they were to fight to death.

The Elder Martin warned the werewolves and some semblance of peace returned.

"It was... something." Dane grinned. "Apparently, they didn't take your definition of a joke lightly."

She chuckled, still stroking Kane's hair. She looked as content as the sleeping King. "Oh, they didn't like my present? Then next time, I'll have to give them a grander one."

She then glanced at Dane. "Dane, you silly child. Why didn't you ask Desmonda to treat your wounds before reporting to us? Go quickly. You might get rabbis if you don't get it treated."

Before, Dane would've gotten mad if she addressed him like a little kid but now, he realized her motherly and queenly nature were the side effects of the turning and mating. Because she is King's Beloved, it is natural for her to become regal and queenly but her motherly nature sprouted when she became aware of the fact that she is Queen and she is, in a sense, the mother of all Vampires.

He rolled his eyes. "I am not a little kid anymore, Queen. I am decades older than you. And, the wounds are nothing. If I do get rabbis, then I'll just go back to those mutts, bite them, and give them back their disease."

Even though he huffed and acted indignantly, a smile was playing on his lips. If she were any other royalty, he would not make comments like these but she isn't. She is one of his closest friends.

She also smiled. "So what was their answer?"

"They've given us two choices. We either go to them or they come to us."

"How presumptuous." Sarah huffed as she rolled her eyes. "As if they have the right to give us choices."

She groaned and sighed. "Both are equally horrible. But if I were to decide, I'd rather go to them. I don't want the castle to stink of dogs. Although the final decision would ultimately be up to Kane."

"Then I shall leave the study to give you some privacy." Dane bowed, and then left the study.

"Kane?" Sarah whispered, her hand still buried in his thick black hair. He is the perfect definition of a vampire. Pale. Unearthly. Beautiful. Deadly.

He groaned and buried his face at her stomach. She giggled. Such a cutie.

"Kane... Wake up, love. There's no use pretending to be asleep." Her voice mockingly serious as she turned his face upward and flicked his nose.

His lips that were quivering to smile was now set into a pout. "You're no fun, Sarah or should I call you Anastacia?"

She glared at him for even asking that question. "You already know that I left that name when I became a vampire. Anastacia's dead. I am Sarah now. And don't even think of doubting my loyalty by asking me that stupid question. I am Sarah, your Beloved, the Queen of Vampires and a new person. Ana is dead. She died when everything she loved abandoned her."

She gritted my teeth silently. Anastacia. Yes, she used to be called that. Weak. Pathetic. Naive. Good riddance, though. She liked her new name better. It even sounds much stronger than plain old Anastacia.

She sighed. "All of that is in the past, Kane. Even I've already left that name behind... but why can't you? "

He grabbed and twirled her red hair. "I'm sorry. I was just kidding."

Silence fell upon both of them as they were lost in their own thoughts. Does he still question my loyalty? Does he still think I am attached to my old pack? Why would he think so? Am I a masochist, wanting to be abused every single day?

Seeing her blank expression, Kane suddenly felt regret for bringing up her past name. He didn't know what came to him when he brought it up. All he could do was apologize once again. "I'm sorry. I won't do that again. Are you angry?"

She shook her head, banishing the thoughts out of her head. She could tell Kane didn't mean any harm from the apologetic expression on his face. "It's fine. Just don't mention it again. I hate that name. I told you right? It was the name my real father gave me before abandoning me and giving me to his best friend, the Beta of Fernwood's pack, Frost Moon pack. It was the name I grew up with, the name that clung to me as I suffered in the pack.

Although there were times I felt happy as Anastacia... that happiness still can't compare to when I met you. Then, I became Sarah. From then on, every good thing in life that I wanted as Anastacia, I experienced as Sarah. To me, this name means more than just change, more than just rebirth."

Kane felt more miserable hearing her talk about the past. He felt like such an asshole for reminding her. He should be the one to protect her and shield her from harm but what did he do. Right now, he was the cause of the pained look on her face.

Sarah sighed, feeling tired. "I'll stop. So which of the two choices are you going to choose?"

Kane felt happy when she let the subject drop. He continued playing with her silky red hair. "The same one as yours. I'd rather go to them than the other way around."

She smiled despite being still slightly miffed at their earlier conversation. "Okay."