Chapter 6 Blood

LEILA CROSS

I turn around as I lift the hem of my red off-shoulder dress. The sleeves are up to my wrist and there's a cut in between my elbow and forearm.

I watch myself at my reflection in the mirror and let out a smile.

You're starting to wonder why I am this energetic knowing that I hated to be here, locked up in this Castle, right?

Nah, don't. I am just going to observe how they behave and how they act as this is my first time interacting with too many Vampires. Though, as a former Vampire hunter, it's not new to me but the feeling and situation now are quite different.

I am now a Vampire even if I make the world rotate backward and forward, nothing will change the fact that I am reincarnated as the Vampire Bride.

I take a seat in front of the vanity table in my room. The servant who will about to serve me left because I told her so. I don't want to have someone inside my room that I don't quite know. A stranger.

They are all strangers, to be honest.

And besides, I want to be alone to think further for the success of my plan. I am still looking for an opportunity. I am also considering the day of the wedding but I'm not sure yet.

I am not yet that comfortable around my co-vampires.

I look at my eyes. Iris's eyes.

I miss my blue pair of orbs. Her emerald green eyes are captivating, yes. But the feeling when it's not the one you've used to see, it's damn horrible.

I blink my eyes and clench my jaw.

My eyes move fr my reflection in front down to the invitation Wyatt gave me before I can have my sleep.

He deliberately walked himself inside my room and put it on my side table. His words?

"Rest early. You need to dress up tomorrow. We'll go somewhere. Don't worry, all you need is to prepare yourself. Good night," he said before leaving me half awake.

Imagine the situation where I finally find myself to sleep and then someone barges in and ruins the moment? That's too annoying, isn't it?

It's a red invitation made up of a special kind of paper which is used for an elegant party. You know what I mean. To those people who have money and just wasting it up for a nonsense party? That's what I'm trying to say.

The letters are in gold. It's just that. Too expensive for a simple design like this.

I shrug my shoulder and fix my hair. I decide to arrange it in a high messy bun. It suits me as my collarbone and sharp jaw are emphasize more.

I am used to wearing all kinds of outfits, heels and everything because back then, the company where I worked on are having a celebration party whenever we finished a mission successfully.

I put a small gold crown into my head and gold dangling ears. My lips are as red as blood. My skin is pale that emphasizes more my Vampire traits.

My green eyes intensify as my blood starts to boil because of excitement.

I am pull off from my trance when I hear series of knocks on my door. One last look at my reflection, I ready myself and stand up to open the door.

"Hey," I greet Wyatt as he appears in my sight after opening the door.

My eyes scan him for tonight. He looks dashing from his disheveled hair, with his midnight blue eyes, pointed nose, and slightly pinkish lips. His jaw is just perfect. He's wearing a black suit underneath his white long sleeve and his bloody red necktie to partner it with my red dress.

A gold watch on his right wrist.

"Let's go?" I look up to meet his glowing eyes.

I'm wondering how would he look like once his eyes turn red?

"Let's go!" I link my arms on his right and we start to take steps towards the venue where the party is.

"By the way, what is this party all about?" I ask him while we're walking down the stairway.

"It's a tradition for us, vampires, to have a special night under the moon and gather to have dinner together," he says and I move my head up and down in understanding.

My mouth forms an 'o' when I roam my eyes at the venue. The party is held in one of the halls inside the castle. Like a throne room but is only a portion of it.

A typical party. Tables and chairs are covers with golden clothing as red Banderas is styled on each end of the walls. From the grand chandelier that's hanging in the middle of the hall and the servants look different as they are all wearing an all-black. Red for their neckties.

"Here, have a seat," I glance to Wyatt and the chair in front of me. We settle ourselves at the far end of the hall.

Five women are dancing in the middle and there's a small stage for them to perform their performance for tonight.

I didn't notice Wyatt's presence as I am busy looking around the place.

Suddenly, I feel disturbed.

My nose scrunches when I smell something. Right as my eyes glance at the glass in front of me, I see something horrible that causes me to panic.

I can't control myself anymore. There's this feeling inside me that is trying to get out of my system. It's as if it wants me to grab om something and satisfy the strange hunger that I am feeling.

"Iris...," I almost jump off my seat when a hand taps my shoulder. The cold surface of his hand makes me shudder in cold.

I touch my chest as I can feel its fast beating. My eyes closing to stop myself from bursting out of nowhere.

What did I just see now?

"I know you're thirsty. Try drinking blood. I haven't seen you taking blood as your drink. Aren't you being too hard on yourself? Your body is already weak and you're trying not to drink blood. You're making your situation worse. Here," I gulp as I take a glance at the glass of blood in his hand.

I blink my eyes and slowly look up at him. I hide my uneasiness and shake my head and smile at him.

"Uhm, no. I won't drink blood for now. I am trying to be used to it. And besides, it's helping me to control my thirst for a long time," I am very thankful to many Gods and Goddesses who help me not to stutter while I'm trying to lie to him.

What I've seen shocked me.

Slowly, my eyes move back to the glass in front of me. Emerald green orbs stare right back at me.

My brows furrow and I heave a sigh. Thank God it came back.

Maybe I am only hallucinating that my eyes turned red just now. My nose is still sensitive to blood's smell I guess. And because I am inside a Vampire's body, of course, it's only a normal reaction when there's a presence of blood.

"Hmm, okay. Can I have this dance?" 8 secretly let out a deep breath as I calm myself. I'm literally shaking right now and I can feel sweat dripping from my neck down to my back. The air feels colder than before. I am too tense that I hope he never notices it.

"My pleasure," my voice is shaking too. I bit my lower lip and let myself go with the flow.

My head starts to ache as I feel like I'm floating when in fact I am only walking side by side with Wyatt.

I shake my head and stop in my tracks causes Wyatt to stop too.

I don't know what's happening to me nor my body. It feels like I am too enrage that I want to kill someone right now.

Blood.

I need blood right now.

I can feel my fangs starting to appear and it feels so good. My eyes intensifies that I instantly knew that it became red again.

The image of my red eyes suddenly came rushing into my brain that I shout in too much pain. It's as if someone is hitting my head using a hammer.

"Ah!" I exclaim as the pain spreads down to my body that I can already feel the cold floor. I also think I twist my ankle because it hurts.

And like a movie we're watching, time seems to go back in a fast space that I feel dizzy only to find myself kneeling on the floor.

My eyes travel from the ground to my shaking hands.

Blood. My jaw almost drops on the floor as I see blood. Who's blood is it?

My head snaps on my right when I hear someone grunt in pain.

My brow creases at first but when I see blood flowing all over his neck, that's when something hits me. Did I?

Did I do that to him? Why?

I look around to ask for help. They are all watching me. The music, the noise, everything around me stopped what they're doing and just looking at me with fire in their eyes.

I don't have a choice but to find comfort for the man I thought can give me one.

Wyatt. Why?

Without any second thought, I ran. I ran for my life.

I ran away from him.

How can he use his power to control me just to graze me with blood?! How can he?!

For a moment, I felt scared. I felt scared for my life and I hate him for that. There are no exact words that can describe how much I hate him! I hate him the moment we crossed paths and I hated him more for doing this to me.

Screw you, Wyatt!