Eight Worlds

1.5

"Zea." Said girl shivered hearing her name fall from the beauty's lips. "What brings you here?"

Dorothy was sprawled out in an unladylike manner in the centre of her large bed. Her white night gown stuck to her body and the red sheets which highlighted her perfect features.

"You know why I'm here." Zea's tone was cold and detached. Dorothy had caught her with zombie dust, of course there would be some bad feelings.

The black haired beauty patted the space next to her signalling that she wanted her guest to sit. It was improper not to make a guest welcomed especially if this one was a Queen.

"Why?"

"A few months from now a human will enter this world through a portal. Her presence will cause panic and chaos throughout the lands, and you were the one who set her on that path telling her it was the only way to go home."

Zea was shocked and stared at Dorothy warily. She seemed to be telling the truth." How do you know all of this?"

"Each Enya is blessed with a special gift. For some it's shape shifting, summoning contracts, and in some rare cases they can see the future, like me." Dorothy lied smoothly with a serious face.

"I see. Well do you have a plan for when that human shows up?" She was a little surprised but knowing her old self she would probably say she was doing a great deed by helping the human home but she had matured since she started running a country.

"I plan on squeezing every bit of information out of her then let the vampires finally taste real human blood. They'll be happy for the opportunity." She smiled but it came off as cold totally showing her evil intentions.

"But when will you find time to search for her and you'll be planning a wedding?" Vampires drank synthetic blood because a strong wizard had closed off the portal from the demon to the human world; that very same portal the heroine went through.

"That's where you come in. I want you to dispatch your troops to look out for her."

Zea furrowed her brows." Why would I help you?"

"If you help me I'll give you the instructions of how to make zombie dust." That was a fair trade so Zea accepted quickly. If she could make zombie dust then she could really rule her people and everyone in the Demon realm.

Zea started to leave when she remembered something." You said something before like squeezing information out of the human. Why?"

"I want the location of the portal. If I have that then the human world would be mine." Her eyes flashed at her statement. As a person who was a human in her last life she didn't care about her race. She was in love with power.

Zea was speechless. She had never heard anyone talk about an ambition like that one. Taking over the human world seemed too big of a dream. But if your dreams don't scare you that means they probably aren't big enough.

Zea dissapeared through the large bedroom doors. Her blue eyes caught two pools of onyx staring at her. Caspian was clad in his red, regal attire squinting his eyes at the girl who had just exited his new fiance's room.

He opened the door and sat on the opposite side of the bed to Dorothy. They sat there in silence for an hour before Caspian spoke up and said, " Aren't you going to acknowledge my presence?"

"Not really."

"You know that you can be punished for not acknowledging me don't you?"

He suddenly felt a feathery touch on his shoulder and stiffened up instantly. Dorothy breathed fanned his ear, her body pressed up against his back. " You know you won't punish me."

She wondered if Caspian was like his younger brother.

"And what makes you say that?" He finally faced her; their breaths became ragged as they mixed together. Their noses were touching and if Dorothy just moved a little bit closer she could taste those strawberry lips.

"Why would you want to harm something you have?" She grabbed his collar and pulled him on top of her. His hands were at the side of head trying to stabilize himself as he layed on top of her.

"Why would you want to harm a precious jewel?" She gently stroked his cheek.

"Why would you want to harm me?" As they kissed their tongues fought for dominance. They broke apart gasping for air as a string of saliva connected them together.