The Vampire King's Possession-Chapter 46 - . Sooner Than Later

Erick pulled out a knife from his boots, raised his shirt, and sliced open his guts. A scream erupted from Mauve.

"Damn it, Erick, we are in the middle of a meal. Couldn't you have done this after?"

The words were barely out of his mouth when Jael looked toward Mauve and she was out like a lamp. Sprawled on the seat like a lamb laid to be slaughtered, with her eyes closed and her arms fallen to the sides of her.

Jael covered his face with his palm and pulled downwards. Danag and Damon continued eating as though Erick was not in a pool of his blood.

The blood spluttered to form a path as Erick severed his gut with the dagger. More blood poured out of him and his already pale skin became even paler.

Jael stood to his feet, it was a miracle none of the blood had gotten on him. "Clean this mess. At this point, I almost wish you bastards were still bedridden." He walked to Mauve and picked her up.

"Erick!" He called.

"Yes, Sire." Erick looked like he was about to stumble over. His wound was closing but not fast enough to stop the bleeding, it was still trickling out.

"Your apology is accepted but for hell's sake, refrain from doing such at the worst of times. We didn't even get to toast." He spun on his heel and walked out with Mauve in his hands.

The guards immediately opened the door as he got close enough. They kept their heads down until he had completely walked past them. Jael's steps got faster as he walked out of the dining hall.

He got to her room in no time and pushed open the door, he carefully laid her on the bed. He wasn't sure what to do but her breathing sounded unsteady. He sat on the side of the bed, carefully rolled her to the side, and tried to loosen her corset.

It wouldn't listen to him and do what he wanted. In a fit of anger, he ripped it when he asserted too much force. Thankfully, she wasn't injured. He rolled her back so she was laying on her back once again. He pulled the corset off her and tossed it to the ground.

Her dress looked like it was on a little too tight, Jael didn't think, he just ripped her dress open. He was already on a ripping spree, why stop now? He was also afraid of moving her too much. The dress made a loud noise as he tore the top part of it, he ripped it all the way to the waist exposing her bra.

Her breathing soon steadied as he sat on the bed watching the fall and rise of her chest. She looked so frail as laid on the bed and he knew there was no way she could fit in his world.

Jael's lips twitched as he remembered the incident with the chair. Her clumsiness was something he couldn't comprehend especially how often it happened. At this point, he was worried she was a danger to herself.

He touched her skin, she felt so soft, and he feared that if he exerted too much force he would break her bones. He didn't know what to do with her, he wasn't used to delicacy and Mauve was delicate in every way.

She adjusted on the bed and her bun came undone. The hair still held in place but he knew another roll from her and it would be all over her face. He stretched out his hand and brushed a few strands of hair from her face.

From her face, his hand trailed to her neck and down to her chest. Jael traced the outline of her bra before he gently pushed it down, her lips parted and a moan slipped out.

Jael growled, his fangs making it harder to keep his mouth closed. He wanted to take her right there, his lower region was more than ready. He wanted to be so deep in her that he would forget all his troubles.

Jael pulled his hand away as though she had burnt him, he wasn't making things easy for himself. He was looking for a distraction, but at the same time, he couldn't concentrate because she kept lurking at the back of his mind.

Flushed, lips parted and her bosom exposed. No matter what he did, he couldn't take the image out of his mind. Sooner or later he would have to deal with this, he knew it was more sooner than it was later.

He pushed himself off the bed and walked to the connecting door. He stepped into his room without looking back, he knew that he might end up ripping the rest of her clothes. It didn't help that he was still in a bad mood.

Jael lay on his bed as he tried to calm his body down. He stared at the ceiling of the dark room as he lay in bed. He kept his mind blank and just laid there. When he could close his mouth again and his pants didn't feel tight he jumped out of bed and walked out of his room.

He might as well get some work done with the time he had. He hated that he had to do this but there was no way he could ignore the letters forever. Some could be important but doubted it, he was certain they would be filled with disapprovals about the treaty.

Not that it mattered now as none of them had rejected the share of blood. Jael chuckled, no vampire in their right mind would reject blood, especially one brought to their doorstep.

He got to the door of his study and pushed it open, it was as dark as it was quiet just as he liked it. He walked to his desk and opened the curtains, the moon shone brightly in the sky.

Jael sat on his seat and picked the first parchment paper. He scanned through the contents and tossed it into the trash. Picked another one and did the same thing. As he read the letters, he was more worried about the invitation he would have to send out. Vampires loved their parties.

Jael's groaned, organizing the party would be a hassle. It wasn't his job but the idea that many vampires were going to be under his roof for at least two nights made his stomach churn.

He had to send the invitation within the week considering he had to give at least a month's prior notice but that wasn't the only problem if he wanted to keep a hold on them, he had to make sure there was blood, more than enough of it.

Kidnapping humans and forcing them to be blood slaves was one of the few things a had made sure they gave up, not a lot of vampires were happy with that. He had to prove that they did not need blood slaves else they would ruin his plan.

That means he has to ask Evan to increase next month's ration, not that there wasn't enough but would rather have too much blood than too less. He could leave that task to the guards, he was not worried about Evan saying no.

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Jael picked up a letter and frowned. He recognized the seal immediately. His frown deepened. Lord Levaton was one of the few Vampire Lords that backed him up when he proposed the treaty. He was also one of the oldest vampires alive and his word meant a lot to the vampires.

Jael flipped the letter as he wondered what this was about, it wasn't as though he was expecting anything to be written on the back but he was hoping it would give him a clue as to what this was about.

He wondered if it had anything to do with why Jevera had left abruptly. Jael quickly broke the seal but he would not open the letter to read. He sighed and finally gave in, after all, he wouldn't know what it was about if he didn't read it.

Our King.

The letter started, and Jael felt his temple tic as he read this. He could already tell that this would not be good. Lord Levaton wanted something and he knew it wouldn't be something simple.

Descendant of the true vampire, the last heir to the throne.

Jael's eyes turned to slits as he read this, he knew praises from vampires never came cheap, especially praises from someone as senile as Lord Levaton.

I hope this finds you well, I am sure it will. The treaty is concluded and you have the human princess as proof.

Jael winced at the sentence, the fact that Levaton brought Mauve up was another indication that something was up.

Pay me a visit with the human. We have matters to discuss and you know how hard it is for me to travel, I would very much like to see what the humans think is worthy of you. My King, I will prepare greatly for your visit. Do not deny any old vampire this favor.

Jael dropped the letter with a loud bang, it was one thing for the old vampire to request for his presence but to add that he came along with Mauve, something was definitely up. He hoped it wasn't what he thought.