In Memoriam part 4

*WARNING! descriptions of abuse and rape*

At my desk, I'm looking over the treaty between us and the human world. "Hmmm do you think I should just haze his majesty, to agree to our terms. He seems to think that he provides us with enough doners in return for the safety of his people. It's less than the previous Kings offer. I hate young new kings. I quite enjoyed his father's company. He was a good man"

My adviser Marcellus takes the parchment from me "My queen, I think we should try re-negotiating first. He has been hazed to keep our secret already. You have to think on a human level" He pours me a glass, my thoughts drift as I stare into the flames of the fireplace. "Thank you Marcellus, that is all" He bows and takes his leave. I feel a pinch within my chest. He's back.

I jump to my feet crab a candlestick and make my way through the palace. I'm following the pull. My excitement grows as the pull strengthens. I must be getting closer. My mark starts moving on my skin. The pull fluttering in my chest as I stop in front of a door. I haven't seen him in so long, I ache for him.

The first 20 years of his disappearance. I sent many to find him. I moped around and showed little interest learning about our world and my duty. Marcellus came to me one night and handed me a history book to brush up on my knowledge. He told me that the kingdom was crumbling. I needed to face it head on. That mourning for him, was wasteful. He spent a lot of time searching for me. I owe him time to wander on his own terms. Time means nothing to us. He would return to me. I could kiss his bald head. He was right.

I stand before the door. Preparing myself for our reunion. I am too excited that it takes me a moment to notice. He isn't alone. Despite the giggles and moans I hear. I smell, 3 or 4 other's with him. I don't just open the door and walk in. My rage is boundless. The door explodes at my touch.

I enter throwing the candlestick at the scene of naked intertwined limbs. My vines launch from me and pin him against the wall. His harlots are consumed with flames from the candles contact with the bed. "80 years!! You left me and return to me like this!"

My vines crawl along him. Not hurting him like I intended but as if they are embracing him. "My rose, you really need to work on the jealousy" He laughs. I am infuriated, the way his laugh makes me feel drawn to him angers me more. "I haven't looked at another in all the time you've been away. I physically can't touch another. You said I was yours and yours alone. I'm bound to your command. You left me to discover everything on my own. To learn how to control my abilities on my own. Do you know how many hours I spent reading books, before I discovered I could just absorb their knowledge, DO YOU!!???"

He's look down at my vines swirling over his naked body laughing "Love, you can't be that angry. Your mark is telling me otherwise. As for your abilities. I would have been no assistance to you. I do not harbour them. None of us do, only the Queen. My mothers may be different from yours. It's best to discover these things on your own". His deep voice still sings to me, I'm starting to calm down.

No, I'm not finished with him yet. I wave my hand and he hovers above the growing flames, I start lowering him slowly. The flames start to lick his skin. He winces at the pain. His jaw clenches. His pupils turn to slits. "THAT'S ENOUGH!!"

His command clutches in my chest and I stop and bring him forward to his feet. He looks at me and I freeze. He is angry. He grabs my hair and launches me out the room with a roar. "You, my queen belong to me. Don't forget that" He doesn't spare me a glance whilst he walks past. Shaking my vines from his body.

I'm still laying on the cold stone floor outside the burning room. My vines retract back to me. It was painful as if they were scolding me from upsetting their master. I don't know how long I lay there feeling weak. Since he has been gone, I've not once felt this way. I've been respected and reveared among my people and other kingdoms but one being comes back and I feel like a frail human.

No, I won't have that. I will not! I get up and dust myself off. I stride towards the grand hall. Take my seat at the head table. People of my court are dancing and drinking. Playing cards. Usually I'd be among them, enjoying the festivities. I can't shake this horrible feeling I have.

There is a knock of a staff on the stone. Getting everyone's attention. "Enter the Master" Squires open the double doors and he strides in before the clapping crowd. Look at his fucking grin, makes me sick. It doesn't really, I hate that I'm swooning like many other vampiress.  Someone calls out "All hail the king"

I never even gave it a thought. I slam into the idiot and rip his head from his shoulders. "HE IS NO KING" The music stops and all fall silent. He strides over to me, laughing and clapping his hands "Serves him right, to disrespect our queen, our ways and our kind. I am no king" The crowd erupts in laughter.

A guard collects the vampires remains and removes them. The music starts again. He places a hand on my blood spattered face and takes me in his arms. "Disrespect me like that in public again. It will be your head on the floor" His authortive voice echos in my mind. He takes me in the centre of the floor, bows his head and raises his hand out to me. For the sake of appearances I oblige and we start dancing.

My gown sweeping across the floor, gliding along to the music. His face buried in my neck he lays a kiss upon it. I feel him smiling against my skin "I have missed you, my love" He lifts me and spins me in the air, in tandem with the other dancers. When back on my feet and in his embrace I look him in the eye "You have a funny way of showing it" I grumble. The rest of the night we dance, drink and sing. Enabling me to forget the events of the day. Until the next morning.

I'm in my throne room surrounded by my council. Clad in their purple robes. I'm sitting on my throne, going over the new negotiations with the human kingdom. I feel him approaching. He stands beside me on my right. Pushing Marcellus over to the my left. He snatches the signed treaty from my hands and snorts.

"A treaty with food? They are beneath us, they have one use. We don't need to entertain their requests" He rips the parchment, throwing the sheds up in the air. The council are startled by his behaviour "Your majesty, what say you?" I stand up "Marcellus re-write the treaty and send it back to the human king. Make up some excuse and get him to sign it again" He nods and leaves my presence.

"My rose, see sense" I turn to him "The thorn in my side, Leave!" He turns to the council "Hah, Your majesty gifts me with a name. Yes, I am your faithful thorn. Always at your side. Hurting those who'd attempt to take you from the soil you flourish from"

He has a penchant for turning insults into compliments relating to his person. He addresses the council once more "You've heard your majesty. You will now address me as Thorne, Master Thorne. Make sure to spell it with an 'E' on official documents" The council nod in agreement "Majesty is there anything else you need?" I turn to the robed man. "No, you may take your leave" The council bow and leave me alone with my thorn.

He growls at me and throws me across the room. I collide with the hard stone wall. In a second he is beside me. He pushes my skull against the wall with one hand. The other lifts my purple dress. He grunts out whilst slamming himself inside me. "I hate purple" He says through clenched teeth.

This is not like it was last night. This is not full of passion, lust, admiration or even pleasure. This is painful and full of hate. He pulls my head back and slams it back into the wall, Pinning me against it. "STOP" I shout but he bites down hard on my back, drinking my blood and not slowing down his assault.

When he finally finishes, he pushes me on the floor. Like I'm nothing. I want to kill him. I pursue his long, fast strides and watch him go out the main entrance. Outside under the sun. Despite what just happened, I leap after him. Landing on top of him, sheilding him from the sun.

"What are you doing? You could have died?" He chuckles beneath me, bringing my lips to his. When we part from each other. I'm still hovering over him in an attempt to block the sun. He rolls us over my back is flush against the grass. I'm too shocked to speak. Under the sun he is even more beautiful and alive? We are both alive!

"I had a theory your blood would protect me from the sun. My mothers blood could give that gift. I wanted to see if yours held the same". I look up still surprised "You had a theory, you weren't sure. YOU COULD HAVE DIED!" He laughs and helps me to my feet and we walk through the gardens.

It's wonderful, I never thought I'd be able to walk under the sun again. I feel like a fool. I've stayed in the shadows this whole time. He starts dancing and twirling me around. "I knew you'd save me, no matter what" He's right, it's like I had no control. I just jumped after him, despite what just happened.

I stop and walk away from him. He followed and hugs me from behind. Resting his chin on my shoulder. "What was that back in the throne room, you really hurt me" He sighs "I told you not to disrespect me in public, You needed to be put in your place. Understand you may be Queen but you do not rule over me, it's quite the opposite" His fingers intertwine with mine "I'm sorry" Wait, why am I sorry? "It's ok love, you are still new. You are a little defient towards the sire bond. It will pass".

Over the next 120 years, he swans in and out of my life causing havoc. One occasion, I'm woken up to the scene of my wrist propped up and my blood pouring into a large bucket. I see his smug face above it. I see red, in more ways than one. I've had enough. He can't violate me anymore. I sit up and slam my hand in his chest.

My mark isn't happy it's slicing and burning my skin trying to stop me. My fingers grip his heart. "JANICE NOW!!" He manages to call. The red haired witch appears waving her hand over the bucket and it disappears before my eyes. She throws down different magical objects, bones and dirt distracting me from the task at literal hand. She chants in a dead language. My hand retracts from his chest, heartless.

Our bodies in shadow form, appear above us. The shadows collide and I'm thrown to the otherside of the room. A painful hole appearing in my chest matching his. He flees, the witch wasn't so fast. I trap her in my vines. "Please majesty, forgive me" My vines constrict and cut her skin. She brings her shaking arm up to show me a witch cuff "You know he controls my magic with this, please your highness. I beg you"

I walk to my drawer and pull my own witch cuff out and place it on the other wrist whilst breaking his off of her. "Guards" Two appear before me "Take her to the dungeon whilst I decide what to do with her.