He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

"You belong to me now, I suggest you behave" the King said, his cold hands gripping my jaw. My eyes were forced to stare into his sliver orbs. "Or what?" I asked, gritting my teeth. "Or living in this Castle will get significantly harder for you" he replied, curling his lip. 》■《 The Vampire King has lived for centuries, controlling the Vampire population with a snap of his fingers. No one knows his real name or seen his face until he takes interest in a small town waitress. She's human and used to having her world surrounded by sunshine and daisies. The Vampire King brings only darkness and pain. Cover created by: @storms_and_seas