CHAPTER FOUR

"There have been some recent killings in the barren lands. Some vampires who had gone to their farms to do some tilling had encountered the rogue werewolves. Majority of the vampire's were killed, and their remains are already decaying for the bees to feast on".

Jason said, staring at the vampire king, who sat on his stool, his eyes dark, so dark that it was difficult to tell if he was looking at you. 

His hair was styled to curve his face, giving him a subtle appearance. His lips were so full, and sexy that you would want to have a taste of them. His jawline was as sharp as a knife.

"Did you notify the elders of the vampire realm about this, before bringing them to my notice?"

Jackson asked, as his voice filled the room. He spoke with so much anger burning within him.

The strong aura he gives out always puts him at an edge. He could literally behead anyone who dared to defy him. 

His people were usually cautious of what comes out from their mouths, and the actions they take so that neither of them would be in his red books.

"Yes, King Jackson, the elders had sent out powerful warriors to the barren lands, but it seems the rogue werewolves were aware of their coming, so they blew some powdered substances in the air which prompted the stronger vampires to fall asleep for some time, so that they could attack the weaker ones".

Jason said, knowing fully well that it was beyond the elders control to bring everything to normal.

"Summon the strongest warriors of the great cities of New Orleans, tell them that they will go for war. It will be an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth".

The King commanded. The rogues had disguised themselves, concealing their scent trails, so that no one could find out their identity. Jackson was covered in his own thoughts.

"You may all leave".

Jackson said, watching as everybody bowed down to him before taking their leave.

"Jason, bring Flora to me, I need blood to feed on".

Jackson said he wasn't going to hide the fact that he craved blood, and he needed it from the elder's daughter. 

He stood up from his stool, and left for his room. Werewolves' skin could be seen hanging on the wall. The vampires are old, and ancient creatures. They still stick to their old traditions, unlike the werewolves who are prone to changes.

He sat on his bed, his mind wandering over what was discussed not long after he came to his room. 

He knew that those were not just rogues, they were sent by an unknown pack. They have disguised themselves so that their identity will not be known. 

He knows the unknown pack, but he just wanted to be sure, so that when he strikes, he will attack with full force, leaving not even a soul.

A knock interrupted his thoughts. He could swift the owner of the scent. He knew it was Flora, the daughter of one of the elders. He doesn't know why he loves taking her blood, and she was willing to supply him with her blood.

The door opened. He could not remember letting anyone into his room. He knew quite well that Flora can be stubborn, not to heed to instructions.

"You sent for me King Jackson, how may I be of help?"

Flora asked, moving towards him, and stylishly raising the hem of her dress, revealing her fair laps.

King Jackson wasn't in the mood for anything slutty, so he didn't pay attention to what she was doing. He only needed to have a taste of her blood.

"Look into my eyes, I am here for you, just you alone. I will always be at your service".

Flora said. She let out silent moans as she bit her lips. 

"What are you doing?"

Jackson asked, trying to control his temper.

"I want to give you some sensational touches. I want to feel you in my arms, my King".

She said, moving closer to the King. Immediately, the king grabbed her, and made her fall on his thigh. She let out a slight scream.

The King without hesitation, pierced his canines into her skin, savouring the metallic taste of her blood.

She gnashed her teeth in agony as he delved deeper into her skin. She fell on the floor, as her body became weak.

Jackson gradually removed his teeth from her body, leaving her helpless on the floor. He stared at her wondering if she was still breathing. 

He went to the bathroom to wash his mouth, and to remove the tiny particles of flesh that glued to his teeth 

As he stepped out from his bathroom, he was shocked at who he saw. A map of surprises was written all over his face.

"What are you doing here, and why are you here?"

King Jackson asked, wondering what the woman has come to do. She stood beside Flora who had not seem to wake up.

"Marry her".

The woman said. Jackson could not believe what he had just heard.He stopped on his tracks trying to process what he had just heard.

"What did you just say, woman? You know it is impossible to do that".

He blurted, looking at Flora with a tinge of hatred. He could not bring himself low to take her as his wife.

"Why is it impossible? Huh. You do all manner of things with her, and here you are, telling me you can't marry her".

The woman said, looking at Jackson with pleading eyes.

"I can't marry her. She is a whore, and besides we are friends with benefits, nothing else. She gives me blood, and pleasures, and I give her power in return".

Jackson said, walking towards his wardrobe to have a change of clothes. The scent of Flora on his clothes, makes him uncomfortable, and might possibly make him throw up.

"I do not take shit from anybody, not even you. So the next time, you want to speak to me, make sure it's something important, and reasonable".

He threatened, moving closer to the woman, his eyes becoming darker than it was.

"My mate is out there. It's just a matter of time, so just be patient, and don't provoke me any further".

He said. 

"Please leave my room".

Jackson said pointing his fingers to the door. The woman left the room immediately.

"Jason, I need this lady taken out from my room. If she is dead, prepare her casket for a decent burial. If she is alive, then better for her".

Jackson mind linked Jason, as he made to go to his study room.