CHAPTER ten: A warm welcome to Ancientrova

　　Breathless, drained, turned out, he could barely open his eyes but he had to. He must to.

　　“My lady?” Confused, that was all he could say.

　　No response from her.

　　He pulled her away from him, staring at her through vision blurred with tears—blood—he had snapped her neck during his throes of pleasure. He dazedly pressed an index finger over his bleeding bite wounds to help seal it.

　　“Cat…C-Catalina?” he choked out again, a pain like knife sticking through his heart.

　　He leaped away from the divan and bounded outside the room with her in his arms. King Fehr rounded the deck, plunked out on the cliffs, and willed his wife awake. He gently placed her on a bed of rocks, forcing out his fangs, he pierced her silky throat and drained her of her blood that was already running cold. Instead of losing her he would rather make her into a vampire like him, although it wound him terribly that she would lose her freedom as a human and be restricted forever as a creature of the night.