Chapter 11

Aurelie was observing her son from afar on her seat. He never played head games with Lazarus let alone be interested in a child. She was very much interested in how this was going to play out.

Jezzebelle was trying to look away but the draw from his eyes had her frozen like a deer caught in headlights.

“Are you visible to just my eyes or can the others see you as well?” He smiled very shady as he lifted a glass he been holding with one hand. Tilting it he drained the liquid and stayed where he was leaning against. He took in the scene where Lazarus was asking the ancients if they have seen him. “Has anyone seen him?” Everyone except Aurelie and Jezzebelle said no or shook their heads in denial.

Lazarus eyes narrowed when he noticed his daughter’s attention was elsewhere. His eyes followed hers and saw her gaze was fixated on a column that showed no one there. Clinching his jaw, his head jerked that way. “My Lord obviously you are in a gaming mode, so I am going to make a point to come out of hiding of where ever you are at.” With that, Lazarus willed a dagger to appear in his hand, he grabbed his daughter by the throat and pointed the tip of the dagger on her heart.

Moving from the column, Zephyr’s blue eyes turned glacier blue indicating he was getting angry.

“No, still nothing. Ok.”

Moving the blade a centimeter into her skin, Lazarus felt Jezzebelle place her body more against him as the dagger slipped into her skin. Not enough to kill but enough to feel pain.

Wincing a little bit, she refused to cry out. When Zephyr still refused to show himself out of the shadows, he pushed the dagger in an inch into her skin. Blood started to seep out of her skin as he pushed further. When she thought the pain was going to get unbearable, she felt the wind shift past her face. She was yanked out of her fathers arms and tossed to the ground the dagger no longer embedded in her skin.

She was laying flat on her stomach, she put her face on the ground trying to ground out her pain. Being taught to ground out her pain and put it in a box was what Raja always taught her. That showing pain was a sign of weakness for any vampire. While trying to put her pain away she heard a big thud and a crunch. Turning her head around her shoulders to hear what made the sound she saw Zephyr on the ground, his hands very still at his sides.

Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed how her father looked. He did not have the dagger anymore. As she was complimenting where the dagger was, her father grabbed Zephyr by the edges of his shirt and yanked him to his feet. Extending his finger nails, he aimed them at Zephyr’s throat. Jerking up in an instant, she reacted with shock. “Dad!”

The King raised one of his hands just slightly indicating it was ok. “It is ok Jezzebelle, your father is throwing a tantrum. He will get over it.” The air around them got thick with tension causing his High Council to jerk out of their seats.

Amaya who origins were unknown had long black hair that was always braided going past her hips. Her eyes were the color of the sea not typical blue but almost green like. She was said to be older than the King himself ranging in the 2,000 mark. Her demonor was way worse than the kings. Cold doesn’t even suit her range of emotions.

“Lazarus! You of all people should know better. Drop him this instance!”

Lazarus’s eyes narrowed even more, his face turned demonic to where his facial expressions was tightened, his fangs which were set in a row of three were out. He was pissed and it was usually hard for him to control his emotions when he was this out of control. Signing very loud, Belle pinched her upper part of her nose in frustration. She closed her eyes, knowing what she had to do. Even though her father probably will not like it and she probably be grounded for doing it in front of everyone but she needed to get him under control.

Going over to her fathers seat, she took out her hair piece and sat it down on his chair. Unclipping her earrings so she did not snag them on her hair sitting them next to the hair piece she was getting frustrated. Lifting her skirt up she slammed her shoes off next. Hiking her dress higher she walked over to her father, who at this point had Zephyr on his knees barring his fangs at him. She did not give him no more time to think she planted one foot on the ground and with the other she planted her foot on her fathers butt. He dropped Zephyr with force he ended up somersaulting over the Kings head with the kick he received from his father.

Both men gawked at her, not believing what just happened. Stunned at what she just pulled in front of everyone.

“What! You idiots can’t do this another time!” Pointing to her fathers chair, Jezzebelles voice boomed through out hall. “Father go sit in your chair and act your age! I certainly not telling the King how to act his age as I might lose my head.” Her father got up still unsure how that happened but before he could say anything Belle was behind him pushing him past the king forcing him to his seat.

Zephyr was once again studying Belle. Her father held up his hands in defeat and started to his seat. His anger turning into laughter. He noticed her jewelry following the path to the medium size spiked shoes. He went over to them and picked them up holding them in front of her nose.

“What the hell are these?! These are not shoes. What type of person wears these!”

Jezzebelle grabbed her shoes, wrinkling her nose at him.

“My adaptation to the human world. Leave it alone!”

“Like hell I will leave it alone, where did the flats go that I had custom ordered.”

“At home!”

“Why?”

“Why you getting upset over shoes dad! Keep it up or I am going to let your friends chew you out without my protection. I be hitch hiking with my thumb out.”

Holding out a finger he went to say something then notice the hair piece. Smiling he picked it up tracing the vampire bat. “Well at least you wore this.” He picked up her earrings and sat down on his seat, his anger seeping away.

Belle pointed a finger at him making sure he wasn’t going to do anything stupid.

“Are we good, we good right. I am getting cranky, I was invied here tonight to hear my punishment not play enforcer to two very old adults who know better.”

A lot of heads started to turn to each other and mutter about what punishment she was talking about. Zephyr smiled to himself as he made up to his throne which sat well above the others. Finally sitting down on the chair he knew all too well, he tapped one set of immaculate fingernails on the edge of his seat.

“Yes we are, do you want your punishment said now or after I hear from the Heads? I will let you decided either way it is not going to be a good one.” Gerald the Head Butler of the Kings household always knew when to appear. He fashioned himself out of thin air with a tray in his hand which contained another full glass of blood. Jezzebelle watched as he accepted it but placed it on a table that was next to him. Folding his hands he placed them at the middle of his stomach as he studied her.

Looking down she knew what she needed to say as she had already embrassed herself when she broke up the fight between two ancients. “My Lord, I do not see why we must do this. I am no one as to all that are in this room…” Before she could finish her sentence Zephyr interrupted her.

“Lazarus, I really should retry hitting you. What type of method are you training your daughters to grovel with..” Before Zephyr could finish his sentence, it sent Jezzebelle over her boiling point. Whipping her head up, she met his eyes. “My father taught me that those above station and ground are to be respected, Heads of Family respected. You want, what! Disloyalty then that’s on you!”

Turning she hiked her dress up, not caring she wasn’t wearing any shoes she started for the door but the Kings speed was fast and he grabbed her arm with strength she knew he had. His eyes were now furious and his fangs were pretty present. A lot of the Ancients around him backed up, for when Zephyr got mad he was rougher than her father to calm down and people tend to die when he got mad.

“What the hell did you say!”

He shook her with his fury.

“Let go of me!”

“I am demanding you repeat yourself this instance!”

Jezzebelle did not know what was wrong with her but she matched his yelling tone with her own. “I SAID LET GO OF ME!”

He watched as her anger unlocked her gene print. He watched as her human eyes turned right before him, he knew how much time she had before she had before she was no longer human.