Cold Blood | E.D

Introduction

10 years ago

Ethan Dolan.

The powerful King looked no more than twenty one, but in reality, this man was over five hundred years old. He was crowned King of the Vampire World. He was a charmer, his hair was dark as night and his skin as pale as snow, his mysterious colour changing, dark eyes that that turns a golden colour when emotions are heightened. But do not be mistaken, these emotions are not love or even desire...not even close. The emotions he was capable of were pure rage and anger.

He kills like he's snapping a toothpick. It's that easy for him. He doesn't even blink when he beheads an enemy or drains the blood of an innocent victim. Women desire him, but at the same time they are terrified of him, like everyone else. They fall at his feet, wanted to be the lucky girl to become his Queen.

People were clearing out of his path, as he walked down the red carpet towards his throne. His chin was up as he walked with dignity and inwardly smirked at he noticed the terrified expressions on people's faces. Good he thought, Be afraid of me.

He sat down on the throne, watching as one of the guards was making his way towards him in a haste. The guard bowed out of respect, before ascending the stairs, towards the throne. He cleared his throat before whispering, "She's here, Your Majesty."

"Tell her to wait in the guest bedroom." He ordered the guard.

"As you wish, Your Majesty." He bowed and hurried off to follow the instruction given to him by his master.

The King excused himself before getting up off the throne and walking down one of the many halls, towards the guest bedroom were his visitor was waiting; a Witch. The King walked in and noticed the Witch pacing frantically around the room. He raised an eyebrow. "Luna." He greeted her.

"Your Highness," She greeted back, curtsying in front of him. "I am here regarding the orders you gave me. I was told to inform you of any threats to your kingdom, and I'm afraid this is not just a storm passing by." Luna said, all in one breath.

"I don't like riddles, Witch." His tone was serious, aggravated. "Get to the point."

"I've come across a prophecy," She began, her tone shaky. "The one who never bowed down to anyone, the one who makes everyone fall to his feet, will be on his knees for a mere human. She will be the cause of his destruction."

The King let out a laugh. "Is this a joke, Witch?!" He rolled his eyes. "You're telling me a useless human will be the cause of my destruction?" He threw his hands up in the air.

The Witch shook her head. "This is not an empty threat, my Lord. This is deadly. A prophecy is never wrong."

"Then I will kill her with my own two hands, proving this prophecy wrong." The King spat, but then he felt a tug on his heart, stopping him from thinking is killing this human that would be the cause of his destruction. Maybe there was other ways to solve this? What is he doing? Of course not! When did he ever think twice about killing anyone?

"Prophecies are never wrong, Your Majesty. She will be the cause of your destruction, your downfall." She sighed.

"I will prove it to you. No one can defeat me. If this human could be even an inch of a threat to me, then I will kill her." The King said, determined.

The Witch smiled falsely. She had no told the King the entire truth. But what she did tell, the King believed. The Witch knew the King couldn't bare the thought of losing his kingdom, his dignity.

"What's her name, Witch?" He asked her.

"Finely Stone, your Highness."