King of Death

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I never thought I would see him again, but the man that I loved was right in front of me, talking to me.

Christian looked so sad, so disappointed, that he made me feel that way too. Somehow, I knew this wasn't real. His eyes were black and I knew that it was all just a dream, because my husband's eyes were just as blue as the sky.

It didn't matter to me. I still wanted to hug him, to feel his body against mine. Without thinking too much about it, I did, hanging my hands around his torso and squeezing hard. But I couldn't feel his muscles tense a little against my body, I couldn't feel his arms around my waist, I couldn't feel his lips kissing me, because God knows that he did that a lot and I enjoyed every second of it.

Suddenly, darkness took over and I was paying attention to the voices. They screamed over and over again something I couldn't catch. But somehow, I figured out my husband's voice and he said to me the only thing that was eating me alive, "I'm never coming back to you.".

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There was a pain in my head that I couldn't quite ignore, making me dizzy. 

I had no idea what happened and I couldn't remember anything. I tried to get up but I was just as weak as a newborn lamb. Where the fuck was I?

I was covered with a black blanket and that's when I realized that I am not in my own bed. The intoxicating smell of blood was pushing me in the verge of throwing up and I scrunched my nose in disgust.

I never got used with the smell of blood, even though I was living in Death's Kingdom.

"Thank God you're up, I was tired of babysitting you." An annoying voice of a woman disturbed my thinking. Suddenly, my memories got back one by one. The car, the phone call, the music, the sadness, the accident.

The annoying voice became from a short blonde woman I've never seen before. Still, I was feeling like she belonged to me. Like she was there to put her life at stake for me, even though from the look in her eyes I knew she hated me. She extend her hand for me to make it easier to get up. She was trying to be polite in her own way, but I doubted her. She probably had better things to do than to watch me while I sleep, so why was she here?

Only when I took her hand I felt a sting in my hand. A small needle in my hand attached to an IV fluid. The blood that was making me sick into my stomach was the one that was into the bag that went straight into my blood. I was given someone's blood.

"Thank you!" I said in a small voice, almost whispering. My throat was really dry, so I chugged down the glass of water that was handed to me.

Looking around the room I finally saw the walls painted in black, the black wood furniture, the biggest mirror I've ever seen. The room was tidy, clean and smelled like the forest after rain. A small ray of sun was allowed through the huge curtain covering the window. It all seemed dark and dangerous, making me uneasy. The room was at least to say creepy and surely belonged to a huge narcissist.

"Where am I?" I asked trying to steady myself on my own feet. Her brows furrowed together and she pinched her nose, trying to think. She did not know if she should tell me or not. Her blue eyes almost turned white, so I knew she was mindlinking someone.

"You're in the palace." She said shortly like she was expecting me to throw a fit.

I had no idea why I was here and I needed additional information about how I ended up in the palace of the deadliest King, but I decided not to ask.

When the answer was given to me, I had goosebumps all over my body. I was scared of him. 

King Lavaski. The man known for being ruthless. The man who kills without a second thought, without any sign of remorse.