Prisoner To The Vampire King II

Rama couldn't decipher how long she had stayed in the damp cell, listening to her breathing which resounded in the empty cells.

They were other cells opposite hers but she couldn't make out if prisoners settled in them as the cells were dimly lit with few torches hanging on the wall, some were already snuffed out but no one cared to fuel them for light.

She wondered if they were already dead because of the putrid smell that sated the air, making her wrinkle her nose in disgust but she soon got used to the smell after hours of being imprisoned and she merely ignored it instead.

Her head hung low with her chin resting on her knees, her body trembling slightly not because of the cold cell, but because of the unnerving feel she got, the burden and the grief that weighed heavily on her.

She couldn't fully digest the fact that her Empire lay in ruins and her position had been stripped right in front of her eyes, taken as a prisoner by her rival.

She knew she was helpless against the vampire king, she was no match for him but she could never feel vulnerable, even being degraded as a mere prisoner, her pride and ego were still retained.

Her head jerked up and her jade eyes narrowed to look straight ahead when she heard the creaking clangor of a metallic door open from within the east side of the dungeon she couldn't get a view of.

She swallowed softly as she heard the alarming clinking of sharp boots proceeding toward her cell.

The unknown figure proceeded closer until she saw the figure's menacing towering shadow illuminated by the dim lights manifest on the ground.

The figure halted for a second before it came into view.

Her lips quivered slightly when her eyes met the gleaming crimson red eyes of the vampire king standing behind her cell and she immediately bit down on her lower lip to stop it from quivering so much.

She abhorred the way he made her feel, every adrenaline flowing in her blood because of him made her irritation heighten but she couldn't help it, he was a creature evoked from darkness itself, every air around him elicited melancholy, he was the embodiment of evil.

She could feel her heart thumping hard against her ribcage, but her eyes dilated slightly when she saw him unlock the cell before stepping in with a daunting smirk on his pale face which made him look no less than the devil himself.

She immediately sprouted up on her feet in alert when he stepped into the cell, moving her feet back hastily till her back pressed against the cold wall even though he was meters away from her.

He rested his upper back against the cold wall before crossing his arms against his chest, but his eyes were locked on her ever since he came into view, not tearing his sinister gaze away from her.

Seeing his gorgeous but daunting face spurred a feeling of immense rage surging inside of her, it vaguely reminded her of her ruined Empire, massacred people and her degraded status as his prisoner now.

"Feeling comfy? How do you like your new home?" His cold murky voice echoed in the cell and she felt goosebumps materialize on her skin she wanted to rub but refrained.

"You mean hell? There's nothing to like, only the devil and his minions will be comfortable in hell." She snapped, gritting her teeth as she spoke to prevent her words from breaking from the amount of rage threatening to explode.

A dark chuckle reverberated from his lips beneath his breath as he stood tall and stopped resting on the wall.

His head tilted slightly to the side as he looked at her with a glint of dark excitement swirling in his blood red eyes.

"I'll enjoy destroying you feisty princess, I can't wait for the day that sharp mouth of yours disperses and that defiant spirit of yours eventually breaks to be a subordinate little girl."

Every word coated with dread rolled off his lips with so much surety that he could successfully break her spirit but his confidence made her resolve to not break harden, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken.

"You cannot intimidate me with your words, no matter how powerful you are, I'll never give you the pleasure of breaking me, you cannot break this feisty princess."

Her words said in between gritted teeth retained so much detest and disgust in them, she couldn't hide and didn't want to hide, she wanted him to be aware of how much she despised him and his kind.

"You constantly fail to keep your words, even to your people, you failed them and caused the destruction of your Empire, so I'm not in any way shaken by your empty words. You'll fail miserably and I'll break your spirit in ways that will be irreparable, after all, humans are like toys, easy to break but hard to mend."

His shady tone as he peered his forbidding dark gaze at her made her spine tingle and she felt her heart pace elevate.

She could hear her own forced breathing echo in the cell even when she tried to make it as low as possible.

"I guess the dragon made a bloody misconception after all or you just have shitty rulers and you were a less shitty preference, but I see no disparity between you and your cousin, other than he's a dunce, but you were a frivolous queen who acted irrationally, proclaiming war with creatures more powerful than you because you foolishly assumed the dragon could defend you and give your empire redemption."

He taunted with a sinister smirk curved up at the corner of his lips, his crimson red eyes glinting with amusement.

Rama was again at a loss for words, this vampire king always had a repulsive but smart way with his words to taunt her that could make her speechless.

She wondered if he was right, maybe the dragon had made a fatal error in choosing her, because why would it choose her, the Queen liable for the doom of her Empire and the extinction of her people, it didn't make any sense except his words which she didn't want to admit but the truth was bitter, as bitter as the bile stuck in her throat.

"Ho-how did you control the black dragon?" Her curiosity overpowered her, she couldn't leave it unsatisfied.

Ever since she saw the black dragon with her enemy, it was hard to make any sense of it, why had the dragon not come to her aid even after it chose her and she had the ability to control it?

"You're not its master, I am." He replied in a low daunting voice.

A petrified gasp escaped her lips as her eyes shot wide open in stupefaction.

She would have never speculated he was the black dragon's Master, if he was the beast's Master, then he was unquestionably more powerful and maybe...immortal too like the rumors she had heard.

Her mind was in a state of deterioration. If he was the master of the black dragon, then why were the rulers able to control it? none of it made sense.

"The dragon is a majestic creature, equivalent to royalty, that is why the fitting rulers were able to connect with it, but you don't think it will disregard its master for mere useless humans now, do you?"

He drawled mockingly with a sardonic smirk playing on his lips.

Her fists clenched tightly till her fingers dug into her skin enough to draw blood.

"You're nothing but a bloodsucking monster and I'll watch you burn in the depths of hell...."

Her words were abruptly disrupted and she couldn't process what ensued in that moment. In a flash, he covered the distance between them and she felt his hard grip at the nape of her neck before she felt her face slam against the bars of the cell.

She writhed in pain as she felt the burning sensation spread on her cheeks which were slammed with immense force against the cold bars, his fingers dug into her skin enough to draw blood as his grip on her tightened.

She could feel his rough breath fanning against her neck as he spoke down on her with his towering figure looming above her, his grip tightening in every second with her face still slammed against the bars.

She bit the insides of her cheeks to stop herself from screaming in pain, she wouldn't give him the pleasure even though she had to bear the unendurable pain.

She could feel the forbidding darkness he emitted from every inch of his body and she felt a shiver run through her spine in dread.

"I've warned you enough feisty princess, watch your tone when you speak to me, I'm no human or vampire, I'm the devil beyond your wildest imagination and if you as much utter a word of defiance against me, I'll be sure to rip your tongue from your throat, be more subordinate feisty princess and I'll make sure you love this devil."

His voice was dark and ice cold filled with nothing but melancholy as he spoke.

'Never!' She would have said, but his threats were no joke and no matter how stubborn she was, she didn't want her tongue ripped off.

She could vividly imagine the sadistic smirk on his face even though her back was facing him.

His grip on her neck finally loosened and she subconsciously rubbed her burning cheek which she was sure a bruise had formed on.

Her thin brows creased in anger but she didn't dare glare at him or he would be sure to gouge her eyes out, so she inwardly cussed at him.

"Punishing you won't do it, for every defiance you portray, she will be punished." Rama's eyes blinked in confusion at his words.

What did he mean by that? Who?

Before she could stem a reply, she saw the same dark red eyed vampire whose eyes were a shade lighter than the king's proceeding towards her cell grasping the arm of someone who was bound.

Her eyes widened when she saw her.

"Malika!" She exclaimed in shock, she was alive.

"Yes, the scapegoat." Draco said afterward, an amused but creepy smile reaching his lips.