Chapter 10

Smiling he brought up one of his hands and cupped the side of her face. Holding on to his hand she smiled at him. Stepping away from her father, she took out her fan and took a deep breath

“So how many um are there in there daddy?”

He knew she was extremely nervous when she said daddy. The girls know to show the up most respect. They try not to over step their bounds when it came to stuff of emotions. Belle tilted her head and then proceeded to wave her hand in front of her fathers face.

“Hellllllllooooooo, where did you go father!”

Shaking his head out of his thoughts, he smiled very evily and snickered. “Why are you so worried about what’s on the other side of the door. Afraid of what the King has to say to you?”

Her face went flat all expressions wipe clear. “Papa how many?”

Straightening his jacket he started up the flight of stairs to the doors. He then simple stated knowing how she was going to react.

“200.”

Belle’s mouth fell open, stunned at the number. “200!” Lazarus smirked and then turned to face his daughter. “Are you deaf, yes 200. Now you were not born a fish. Come on we are late as it is and the King himself hates people who are late to a meeting.” Hiking up her dress she caught up to her father who was taking the steps slow for her. “Wait so is that 200 plus High Council Members or is that 179 Heads plus the 20 High Council Members counting 1 king.” She had her fan out and was tapping it on her chin. Turning his head he smiled. “Belle it is just 200.” Fully taking a glance at her he did not see what she was fully wearing.

“Who got you the dress, I do not remember getting that for you?”

Jezzebelle blushed and twirled it around her ankles. “I do not know it came with a little card saying For every darkness, there is light. For where there are vines there is a special rose hidden amongst the darkest parts. Pour ma petite chauve-souris de sang. I believe whoever sent it called me their little blood bat.” Lazarus stopped short of the door and turned towards her. “What were the initials on that letter?”

Blushing she looked down at her hands once more. “The initials on the letter were ZV.” Lazarus stared at her not showing any shock on his face. He knew exactly who sent her that dress. It was a start of a courtship in which a male has shown interest in the female. He knew exactly who’s balls he was yanking out soon.

“Weird I do not know who it would be.” A voice then chuckled through Lazarus mind. “What a lie my dear friend. You know exactly who sent her that dress. Now get your ass in here otherwise your not going to like what else I have in store for her.” Straight his jacket he held out his arm and his daughter smiled looping her arm through his. As they turned to face the doors a male voice boomed on the other side.

“Lords and Ladies of the darkest Realm. I present you Lord Lazarus and his eldest daughter Lady Jezzebelle.” They heard three knocks and the doors started to open. Looking forward, Jezzebelles heart started to pump out of control. Why did she have a bad feeling about this.

As the doors opened wide her father led her into the ballroom that was jammed packed with vampires. At first you would have thought it was a normal crowd until you paid attention to the eyes. A lot of double and triple levels and all eyes were on her. Her father and her stopped dead at the thrones in which were empty. The thrones both were black the back drop was in the shape of the wings of a bat taking flight. The King’s was situated on the left, the queens throne which never held a single woman on it sat empty for 800 years. The King was the only one who has sat on the throne for 800 years alone. Her fathers head was looking around the room seeing that the King was not on the throne he was suppose to be.

Jezzebelle heard a low chuckle through her head, sending shivers and goosebumps all over her skin. “Now this is a site to see, do you think your father is worried I may have just disappeared? He certainly is trying to locate me.” Jezzebelle smiled at the chuckle. It is not often you heard the King do that he was always too strict and cold never showing emotion. “Ouch, careful otherwise your punishment might be too severe. Calling me cold, I get the strict part Ma Bella. I might just stay off that chair and play cat and mouse with your father.”

That’s when it struck her, her smile fading from her face. How was he reading her mind? Her father and her always were able to do it due to their blood link being they were related but the how did the King…. Her mind went racing back to the earlier scenario in the office where he requested she open her vein and place her blood in a vial. He had healed the cut. Her eyes narrowed, she thought he must of placed his finger in his damned mouth. A chuckle once more went through her head.

“Now you are getting it Ma Bella and to tell you I have never seen your father freak out this bad, but I am sure you however can find me no problem in this room?”

Her eyes started to search the room in which she followed the link that seemed to now be connected and never severe. It was like a thread in which she followed. Connecting their eyes together, she tilted her head. Her eyes ran up and down his figure, his blonde hair was neatly placed behind his shoulders to where his ears were visibly shown. He was wearing a gorgeous dark blue shirt that was open alittle bit on the top showing the muscles he had. Wearing dark breeches along with ankle boots, he was leaning up against the pillars observing her from far.