Seven
The vampires camped in their tents, a five hundred meters away from the black market....
"Bring me the slave girl here…..".
The vampire king said, having loosing the bid to Aiden, it brought a big shame to him, so he decided to buy a slave to cover up his loss, but that slave girl, she is......
His thought was caught short by the voice of a guard.
"Here she is King"
The guard said, pushing the slave girl so roughly, that she fell heavily on the ground, falling at the feet of the vampires.
"You can leave now…."
Bethel said, staring at the slave who had her face on the ground. The guard left the room, leaving him alone with the slave, Bethel felt her fear, and that thought made him reel in happiness, he loves putting fear on people, especially humans, this one never smelt as any creature, but there is one scent in her, he could not grasp, it seems so anonymous.
"Sweetheart, raise your head up, so your master can see your face…."
He said, the taste of calling her that endearment made his tongue bitter, but he was not sure if she will be able to survive this night, wells let's see how It goes.
"I said, raise your head up"
He said again, almost loosing his patient, but the girl seem quite stubborn and he was not quite the patient type, he kicked her on her body, and a scream emitted from her lips, as she winced in pain, his kick flew her to the end of the tent, now his patient worn out and anger blazing through his eyes.
"How dare you disobey your master"
He said, striding towards her, with anger blazing on his eyes which was beginning to spread through his body, making his beast came forth, his canines growing.
"I Am sorry master."
He heard a weak voice said, her voice was so low, but as a vampire, not just a vampire, a vampire king, he could hear her, even the beat of her heart beat, was not hard to miss
"You replied late, you should have replied earlier, not now…."
Bethel said, as he moved forward towards her, he watched her move back, his anger increasing.
"Well, well, I have to discipline you and teach you how to behave, since you were not giving enough training in your former home which was a slave establishment."
The vampire said, stalking her, like a prey, and just like a flash, he took her like a feather and threw her on the bed, her back winced with pain, coiling her body up, the bed was not too thick or soft, it was more like a mat, she knew she had to obey the devil right in front of her, but the thought of looking at him, feels like looking at death itself. Again, she saw the man, walking towards her, in fast strides, how was he able to do that, as he came forward, she took every courage in her to look him up, she was right, the man is a devil, he was death itself.
As Bethel came closer to her, he attacked her with his hand, pulling her up, by holding her on her neck, he raised her up, her body light and weightless when he lifted her up, his slave struggled to leave his grasp, but he watched her struggling and he loved her struggling, for her life, a smile appeared in his face, using his speed, he brought her close to him, still holding her neck, his canines plunged into her nape, a painful scream erupted out from her mouth, but he never cared, he sucked her, her blood tastes so sweet on his lips, as he watched her struggle more and more to leave his hold, he was encouraged to continue having a taste of her.
He dropped her on the ground heavily, her body landed with a big thud, as he watched her, she looked lifeless.
"Mortal Weaklings….."
He said, walking to the table and picking up a cloth, to clean his bloody mouth.
"Guards"
His voice boozed through the tent, and two vampires came running to his tenth
"Check her current, if she is dead or alive..."
Bethel said, watching as the men raised her hands up, to check if there was still a life in her, he could not imagine how again her blood will taste in his mouth,
"She is alive king, just conscious for the time been…."
The vampire said, bowing to Bethel.
"Take her to the tent"
He said, walking back to seat on his chair, surprised though that his slave was alive.
(Call the warriors for attack)
He mind linked his second in command.
(Yes king, I have instructed the warriors to set an ambush in the four wings of the hills, the Ithaki hills are where the wolves will pass through in order to travel to their pack, the warriors already set an ambush for them)
Carson said,
(Capture the two slaves, your main mission is to capture the two slaves, and cause a lot of blood shed)
Bethel said, his beast wanting to feel the taste of a werewolf,
(Is the green haired woman with you)
He asked, knowing Carson already knew what he was talking of,
(Yes King, she is)
Carson said,
(Then protect her, your king order….)
He warned Carson, and he knew what he meant when he warns his men to protect someone close to him.
(Yes king)
Carson said, and by his words, Bethel closed their link.
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The moment he entered the room, the room smelt of rose flower and vanilla, the scent hit him so hardly that he could hardly move his limb, he knew what the scent meant, but he never knew where or who it came from.
"Mate"
"Mate"
"Mate"
His wolf kept jumping, wanting to be free, but he could not allow his beast take over, he needed to tame him, but more also to tame himself, but the scent couldn't allow him concentrate, as he walked closer and closer towards the smell that captured him, his eyes roaming about, looking for her, for his mate, who had made him ruthless and cruel to any one who had crossed his path, as he came closer to the smell, his eyes made contact with a green haired girl, his wolf whispered to him, his wolf jumped up crazily relishing in his joy of finding a mate, but something else bothered him, which his wolf never cared about to know, the girl was not just a girl, she is also one of the slaves to be sold, and this made him angry. As if the girl perceiving the smell, and knowing he was looking at him, she turned back, looking at him, at that moment, he was enchanted with her, the color of her eyes enchanted her, but still no matter what, she can't be his mate, she is to low for his liking, as she turned removing her eyes from his, a growl ripped through his mouth, he didn't like it when she removed her eyes from him, as if understanding him, the green haired girl turned, looking back at him again, he knew the bond already started its formation the moment he made an eye contact with her, but nevertheless, she can't be his mate. Then he heard a voice, it was his beta and cousin, Alexander, he was on the verge of freeing his wolf.
Alexander was mad, how the warden tried to rip off the mysterious slave cloth, his mate cloth, as Alexander watched Envaline fumble with the tiny pieces of clothes on her hand, his wolf roared at the warden's action, but the warden was knowledgeable enough to maintain his distance from her, as the bidding started, he bided the highest, all he wanted was to leave this hole, the black market disgusted him, and knowing the fact that his mate had been leaving in hole worser than these, almost made him to want to rip off the warden's head, for all the pain, he had caused his mate.
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"Alpha king, we have arrived the camp."
The guard said, bowing down in front of the carriage as the alpha came down from the carriage, not even looking at his slave, he walked towards his tent, his slave followed after him, each strides he made were like a run to her, Sharriah had to keep her pace, so she could keep up his distance, as she watched him enter a tent, she stood at the front of the tent, contemplating if she should enter or not.
"When you are done standing, you can enter the tent…."
She heard his voice, and her heart skipped at his words, knowing that those words were the answer to her contemplations, she stepped into the tent, she stood up, looking down to the floor, but daring not to make an eye contact with him, and again, she heard a voice, the same voice she had heard the previous time.
"Mate"
"Mate"
She shook internally, the strange voice was not something she was used to.
"What is your name slave."
Her master asked, she didn't like the idea of the man calling her slave, but if telling him her name would make him not to call her that, then she will willingly do it.
"My name is Sharriah"
She said, bowing down, her hands folded at her front,
"The next time I asked you a question, don't you dare keep your head low."
His voice thundered through out the room, and she stepped back, away from him, she thought he was good, even though a slightly good, but seeing him roar at her for not acting well, increased her desire to run quickly, away from here, away from him, away from her master who was beginning to over cloud her mind.