I disgust you, I see it in your eyes.

DAMIEN'S POV

I stood tall on the pavilion staring at the sea of soldiers in front of me; both human (Weak, diseased. Fallible) and vampire (immortal, graceful and skilled). I was the commander of this realm and my mission here was simple, quell all rebellion by civilians who still haven't surrender and monitor other civilians that live under our surveillance and protection in exchange for their hard work on our manufactories and factories.

"Supreme defendants of the state of power," I roared from the raised platform where I stood. "My sword, my mind, my strength is yours," they all pledged going down on their knees, their right hand fisted above their hearts.

And my eyes hardened even as I appointed them to their sector of duties and control.

Nobody is taking this from me. This absolute surrender especially if I had anything to say about it and honestly, I was feeling like being damn talkative.

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I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I entered the house, my muddy boots that I didn't bother removing staining the pristine white floors. I scowled at the frightened maid who followed me whispering apologies with her head fixated on the floor as she scrubbed the now stained floor after me and I knew that if any man had dared placed the imprints of their footsteps on my floor, I would have had his head on a stake.

But I was only this way because not only is the human slave that we had saved from that reeking space an ingrate but she was also difficult. She wouldn't eat any food, she wouldn't drink any wine and she won't write on the piece of paper being provided to her when asked why. It has been a week and not only was she profoundly useless in my house occupying space and not serving the purpose of why she was here, but she had tried to kill herself in my house.

There was one rule in this domain which was mine, if death finds you then it must be in a way I choose and for someone I bought, it is laughable that she thinks she deserved such quick and swift death. She deserved slow, bitter and pathetic death.

I turned the curve of one of the quarters I hardly frequented, my nose flaring as I picked up her scent. Conrad hadn't been lying when he had said that she had refused to take a bathe or changed out of the clothes she had on because she smelt like she had that day. Like poverty and nightmare but with a hint of honey bathing wash that had made me notice her instantly and the smell of her blood.

It was a bad idea I knew. Keeping such a human with such an alluring blood in my quarters with many vampires and even Conrad had hinted his concern, but she was dumb and we were looking for a pitiful girl who was also frighteningly beautiful and the human girl ticked the box.

But this defiance, it amused and irritated me the same way it baffled me. That such a thing could go against my direct orders was almost laughable and the thought she was intentionally grating on my nerves and refusing my hospitality was a joke.

I heard the undercurrent of the torrent of water as I approached her room. She had a view to the roaring sea through a floor to ceiling window positioned at the side of her room and if I could hear the sounds that means the wall length windows were all opened. I had asked few human slaves to help decorate the room to her preference because Conrad had advised making her feel comfortable will make her pliable but I think his diplomatic ways end here, I think it is time for the human girl to shiver and beg for mercy.

I grinned baring my fangs then pushed the door open. I first noticed silky black hair facing me before I took in the room. It was too bright, navy blue contrasted with brown.

The room smelt of daisies that did nothing to disguise the delicious aroma of her blood and the scenting candles around her mirror were all spent and just left burnt out. She had refused the maids from attending to her too and hence had exposed me to see such a mess.

My hands clenched as I stared at the neatly made Queen size bed with brown covers and dark blue pillowcases that told me she had never slept on the bed. I settled on the brown loveseat couch facing her form where she sat at the edge of the floor, her legs tipped in water and I was mesmerized by how unafraid she was by the rising currents.

I had given her all the luxury that her kind should never dream of, I had saved her. The armoire flushed against the wall was filled with all kinds of jewelries, shoes and clothes in the land. I had treated her like a woman of noble birth, like one of our own and had gotten her jewelries, a bunch too many but here she was, her back facing me treating me with total indifference.

It was intriguing at the same time it was infuriating.

"What should I call you?" I asked her in the voice I have used in commanding soldiers and making great men bow to me.

I picked up the book and pen shivering at the thought of what I was about to do. Interact with a human and more than that serve her by handing her aid to communicate.

Then she turned towards me making me remember how shocked I had been to see her. Her green eyes left an impression, made her unforgettable, very red lips that contrasted with very pale skin that revealed how unexposed to sunlight she had been. Her lashes were thick and long, her cheekbones were high and seemed almost aristocratic.

Conrad had said hauntingly beautiful and I had found the perfect girl at least that's what I had thought when I had caught her leering at me like the others. I was used to the gawking and ogling from a rather young age even from our kind. There was a reason the queen, my mother who I never met was rumored to be the most beautiful woman in the land. And although my looks had made me work harder to be taken seriously here we are.

"I won't be needing that," she muttered with a light, hoarse from unuse yet perfect voice.

I shook my head. Humans weren't perfect, they were nothing.

"You speak," I rather said in surprise.

"You do too," she replied and I doubted she knew that was rude and might be termed as treason when that tone was directed to the person that sat before her but I blamed her isolation and lack of socialization for such brazen disrespect.

"You tried to kill yourself,' I muttered.

She nodded. "I was unsuccessful as you can see," she shook her head, swishing her dark hair that fell to the curve of her ass now back to facing the sea.

"You should do a better job next time,"

"I won't do it," she replied rather and then turned to meet my eyes unflinchingly. "I disgust you, I see it in your eyes, in your stare, when you look at the mortal maids and even me. You hate me so you'll rather burn your skin than think of having your body next to mine," I would have sworn that she had turned a pale shade of red before she had turned away and then said with a little voice. "You had bought me and don't want me. I had a week to think about what that means and I know you don't throw money around hence must have a purpose to have saved me but it is better you just let me die because I won't be helping you."

"Help?' I smirked. "I bought you,"

"You have the right to kill me and honestly, I won't blame you if you pick up that sword at the side of your waist and do a quick job of finishing my life off because that is the only way to dispose of this waste you had bought." She stood up swaying lightly but turned towards me bending to her waist. "my life is yours, master.'

I blinked showing my shock and confusion. I had expected her to be shivering and begging for her life at my presence, at my fangs I made visible as I talked to her, humans had always made a big talk but when met with the messenger of death which was me they cower.

I knew I looked intimidating in the black vest and slacks I had on. I had my sword hanging at my waist and two butchering knives at my side and my neck was smeared with blood that wasn't mine yet the human had barely acknowledged that. I knew that killing her will be mercy and I couldn't be merciful to such disrespectful human especially when I know she will be going to the after world with her head raised high.

I will reduce her, I will make her chin now on the air droop, I will make her stiff shoulders slack and I will make her slouch and become downcast like every human was supposed to be before I end her pathetic excuse of a life.

"Now why will I do that?" I asked standing up and moving towards her and it was her turn to blink in shock because I bent and slowly removed my shoes and socks before casually sitting beside her spot and dipping my legs in the water, I tapped the floor and she obliged me; settling next to me.

"I will use you, human and there is nothing you are going to do about it," I grinned at her, her eyes were distant and facing the huge wave that clapped in front of us and for the first time I know what it means for someone not to be hung on your every words and honestly, it was an uncomfortable, foreign and belittling feeling.

"So what are you trying to say?" she sneered and eyed me. "So you won't kill me and you still have hope that I will acquiesce to your every whim and caprice like a little doll?"

I smiled at her flashing my fangs. "I will get you to do what I want, little human girl and I will astonish you by how eager you will be by that time to be out of my presence and away from me even though it means being my informant. My lying, human, backstabbing bitch."

"I don't play games at least the last time I checked and I say things as they are." She flashed me white pearly teeth while I tried hard to think of what I could use to make her bend to my will. "Kill me or just endure an unashamed freeloader that won't do a thing,"

It was obvious she had nothing to lose, she spoke like death will be a favor I will wrought her and although I was hardly a keep prisoner person by nature. The little time I had kept few, they had family members they had wanted to protect even though their lives meant nothing to them: Wives, children or just someone worth it for them to be used by someone disgusting.

She didn't have the one weakness that made me hate humans more. Their lack of emotional intelligence that made them do questionable things for sentiment and most times a one-sided, deceitful and selfish love.

"So you either kill me or just accept that I won't be used," her eyes flashed with defiance and power I never thought her green eyes could hold yet I gave her an assessment one will give an annoying fly that was of no consequence.

Then before she could see what I was up to, one of my hand was already clasping her throat while I stood up my hand outstretched holding her petite frail body above the sea that clashed hungrily like it was already anticipating her fatal fall and consequently death.

Her eyes remained on me like she was almost bored and when I choked her enough to cut off her breathing supply but not enough to crush her windpipe, she choked but her eyes remained intently on mine. She was telling me to do it, urging and daring me to and although I had no intention of killing her, just wanted to scare her. I was tempted to put my hand over her neck and use the right amount of force.