Chapter 6

A loud crash came from inside the office. Aurelie turned her head and looked at Raja and Lilabet.

“Stay right here with Belle, I need to make sure he doesn’t destroy his office.”

Before she could open the door leading into the main part, a door further down burst into timber and wallpaper with a body tumbling out.” Grimacing Jezzebelle fully sat back against the wheelchair. The King is in one of those moods and she does not want to be right in the path of it. Nobody never really wants to be in the path of the King when he is upset and highly pissed.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

“Take your child and get out of the office. She is suspended for a week! For distrupting class and starting a fight in my school!” At first Belle had thought it was about her but then she saw who the body was that came out of the wall. It was Lord Desdrius McField, Janelles Head Matriarch, and elder not ancient yet. He was her great grandfather.

Standing up in the middle of the mess, he swepted his hands down his pant legs. Once finished he turned to the King and gave him a bowed. Turning around he bowed his head in respect to the council members in front of him. As he lifted his head, his eyes looked straight at Jezzebelle and they had rage firing in them and it was directed straight at her. Janelle was being watched by two of the royal guards, the Leigonaires. Highly trained skilled warriors with one purpose to dedicate and protect the royal family. But as the King never married, it is just him they are dedicated to. Bryon and Cassius have no problem flexing their muscles in the right direction even if its babysitting vampire children with attitudes.

“Come Janelle you are suspended for a week and now I have to inform your parents and why.”

Bowing her head in defeat, she walked behind her Head and headed on out. Jezzebelle watched as the Head grabbed Janelle by the arm and yank her down the hallway.

Turning back to the open part of the wall Jezzebelle met the eyes of the very King she tried to never make angry. He was leaning against his desk, staring right at her one hand was tapping all of his immaculate fingers on the edge of his desk. His face was set with no emotion but the eyes held a certain blue fire she had never seen before.

“Your turn Ma Petite rose destructrice.”

Yep I’m in trouble, Jezzebelle thought to herself. Espically if His Grace starts in on his native tongue and his accent was very thick. It usually happens when the King gets extremely upset.

“We are just waiting on your father as I had to send him outside to go cool down otherwise it would have been a bigger mess to clean up.”

As the King made the statement he flicked one elegant finger nail up and the hole in which he threw Lord Desdrius through fixed itself. Belle sank into the wheelchair knowing what was coming. Raja pushed Belle into the office but stopped at the secretarys desk. The King came around the corner where his office sat and he leaned against the wall. He was looking at Belle with curious eyes. His gaze looking her up and down. It was giving her some freaky goosebumps.

What is going on with him today. He is acting a little freaky. Belle did not know that Lilabet was poking in her head and listening to her self commenting. Looking at her husband she sent a private message to him.

“Is it me or is Zeph acting strange? He is literally looking at Jezzebelle like shes something he wants to bite?”

Raja looked at his wife then slowly put his eyes to the King. She was right the King was sizing Belle like he was interested in her.

“Lets not draw that type of attention. I want to study this alittle bit more he never gets interested in any female. In his 800 years as King he never not once was interested so lets not bait the tiger okay.”

His wife agreed, only issue would be Belles father who is the Eldest amongst their kind and pretty much feared. He is most like the King, highly respected and feared but when it comes to his daughters they were cherished.

Zephyr looked to his side, his long blonde hair moved alittle showing his pointed ear.

“Are you better and have your head on straighter than what it was when you were in my office?”

Belle’s father came out of the shadows next to the King, he bowed his head not looking the King in the eyes.

“Yes Your Grace, I have cooled down a degree.”

“Good then we can get started.”

Raja started to move forward but the King stood straight and looked right at Jezzebelle.

“Wheelchair will be staying, if she wants to play warrior and powerhouse in school then she can walk like a warrior to my office and deal with the pain!”

Annnnnnddd there you have it. The fury when the King is extremely upset, agitated and extremely mad. Raja wasn’t going to have it though.

“My Lord Jezzebelle was hit well over two times in her mid section. She probably should be…”

Shaking her head Belle looked up at Raja and held up a hand causing Raja to stop mid sentence.

“It is fine Your Radiance, His Grace is upset and he is on a fury strike so do not engage.” Looking at the King, Jezzebelle not once broke his eye contact as she struggled to get out of the wheelchair. Once out of it she started to move towards him. Turning around, the King huffed and walked to his office. Her father however was severely displeased with him.

It felt forever getting to his office even though it was right around the corner. The King was still standing next to his chair patiently waiting for her to get to the chair across from his on the otherside of the desk. He watched her every move knowing he was causing more pain than anything. Jezzebelle stayed standing as it was an insult to sit before the King. She refused to look him in the eyes as her pain level was at its maximum. Zephyr tapped his fingers on the top of his chair knowing what she was doing. It was driving him nuts.

“You can sit Bella. I will not make you stand until I sit.”

Shaking her head, she refused to sit.

“I will not My Lord. I refuse to sit before you.”

Raising an eyebrow, he folded his arms he then chuckled alittle bit and that caught everyone other than Jezzebelles attention.

“Fine then I guess I will stand, and we can both see who sits first? Yes?”

Belle was lost, she was always taught laws and protocols. She got it she broke a nono by getting into a fight but what the heck was going on with the King. She was starting to get exhausted so she looked over to her father, who was also looking at the King like something was wrong with him.

Finally admitting to defeat because the pain was too much, she sat down very slowly in the chair. The corner of the kings mouth broke into a tiny smile. Now she was really confused because King Zephyr is cold cruel and merciless. Never does he like traditions broken and certainly truly he never truly is nice unless it’s a few people and that was her father and his mother. Zephyr stood studying Jezzebelle noticing that she was in loads of pain but yet could still stand and hold her ground. He was actually quiet very proud of her. However he was not at all pleased that an elite chose to pick on one who hasn’t gone through The Change. That was not going to bode with him at all.

“My Lord?”

Dragging him from his thoughts, he looked over at Lazarus. Pointing at his daughter, Zeph followed that trail and noticed Belle was chewing on her lower lip. Which he had known was a anxiety habit of hers, he noticed that a lot and found it to be one of the cute habits he adored. Yes he puts a lot pressure on his High Council Members to make sure the Head Matriarchs do their jobs but because Jezzebelle is the firstborn of a very respectable bloodline that goes back even before him he tends to make sure she gets the better education.

Sighning he finally sat down in his chair, in which he could hear her heartbeat slow down just alittle and her anxiety slowed down. Folding his hands, he looked into her eyes in which he felt he could drown in sometimes. Yeah he knew his boundaries, she was only fifthteen but in a year she could be placed into a Arranged Marriage Contract certifying her match at Eighteen that she would be ready to be wed and with his Citidal the word divorce didn’t exist. If the match was eventful and yes things went right it would go peacefully but there were households where the husband and wife didn’t get along they had separate rooms and they weren’t allowed any other men or women allowed to construct that union. It was one of his laws that stayed in place for over hundreds of years.

He was trying his best to not show the emotion, he cared for her but he also knew Lazarus hadn’t even thought about his Eldest’s match yet because he wanted her to learn more once she changed, if she did. Lazarus came to him a couple years ago begging to give the girls their freedom in which he denied it to him due to the fact his Bloodline, the Gene print was extremely strong in both of his girls. Meaning they were not going to get lucky to just being human so he made Lazarus force the girls to go to Bloodred to be watched.

Tapping one of his fingernails on the arm of the chair he was sitting in, he continued to stare at Belle.

“Jezzebelle I was told by Janelle and her lovely friends that you were the one who started the fight. Now before you tell me anything of this sort that we are almost out of time for today and there is a meeting tonight. It is the Annual Meeting of Heads. As part of the punishment on acting on violence you will be escorted by your father. You will need to be ready by 6 pm, your father will be picking you up, also let your mother know you will be returning around 10pm only cause I can not stand a bunch of idiots who sit there and squabble to me about politics. I will be deciding on what type of true punishment after hearing exactly went on today. Here is the warning and you better heed it.”

His eyes narrowed causing Jezzebelle to sink. She has seen that look and knew it all to well when he means business.

“You repeat anything to anyone about what is said in tonights meeting I will personally be handing out a severe punishment to you. These type of meetings I only let Ancients in on. Do you understand me?”

Jezzebelle noticed his fangs were literally out and his face was very dark.

“Yes Sir.” She shook her head and agreed to his terms.

He pulled one of his side drawers he pulled out a empty vial out.

“Sense your father is right here, I will be taking a small amount of blood from you, and no you do not need to know why, all you need to know is that if you lie to me tonight at the meeting you will be facing some serious punishment. Do you understand me?”

Jezzebelle shook her head yes but could not look into his eyes.

“Good, now come here.”

Following his instructions, she slowing made her way out of the chair and walked around his desk, ending right next to him.

I have never actually been up this close to him. Dang he is extremely gorgeous. Jezzebelle could not help but drool. Her heartbeat picked up a lot. She really hoped he was not hearing it.

“Flip your palm up.”

Following his instructions she flipped it upright. Gripping her hand he used his fingernail and slit a fine line one her palm. He waited for the blood to well up and he tilted her hand a little filling the vial full. Once it was full he capped it and set it off to the side. Sticking his thumb in his mouth, he used his saliva and gently wiped it across the cut he put on her. To Jezzebelles amazement, the cut healed in a few seconds. She gently pulled her hand out from the Kings and stood there with her mouth open staring at her hand.

“You may leave, I need to talk to your father.”

Curtsying to the King, Belle and her father went to the door. Her father smiled at her sadly. “Go on honey, see if Raja will take you to your moms car, he still has the wheelchair and Lilabet is with him see if they can get some of the pain to lessen. Let your mom know I will be coming around the house around 6.”

While Lazarus was talking to his daughter, neither noticed the King had lifted his thumb to his mouth. Zephyr closed his eyes at Jezzebelles enchanting taste. This was getting bad. Keeping his eyes closed he placed a fisted hand to his mouth.

Hugging her father Belle walked as fast as her bruised body as fast as she could to get out of that office. She looked down at her hand where the King had healed it. Her stomach was doing a strange butterfly dance and she literally felt like she was on fire. When he held her hand she felt the strength. It was strong but yet gentle like he was holding back.

Belle looked up to see Raja waiting for her with the wheelchair. He was smiling sinisterling at her making race care noises with it. She knew exactly how fast she was going to get to her moms car because Lilabet was trying her hardest not to laugh. Aurelie was trying not to give in but with how Raja was acting means they wanted to get out of the office. Aurelie tilted her head and looked at Jezzebelle. Belle looked around and saw it was only them, her face went blank and she stared at them. “Where you snooping?”

Raja smiled showing his fangs, Lilabet shifted her eyes up towards the ceiling and smiled. Aurelie snickered at her comment. Patting the wheelchair, Raja then pointed down at it. “Get in the chair so we can get you to your mom before our asses get chewed, bad enough we have to deal with your snarky ass tonight.” Lilabet looked at her husband on that comment and shook her head.

Jezzebelle shook her head and walked to the chair and sat down very slowly.

“Ugh! Mom is going to kill me, I am lucky enough I did not get suspended. She is going to kick me when she see’s the bruises and I can only imagine the ass chewing papa is going to get when he comes over tonight.”

Raja snorted and started to push Belle out of the office. He then stopped and had to think.

“What can one little old human woman gonna do? Blow on him? She probably go and hit him and all he would do is look at her and say was that suppose to hurt?” Raja was too much into the thought that he didn’t pay attention to Lilabet who went and dished a punch so hard in his stomach his breath in his lungs left and he had both of his hands holding his stomach and he curled into a ball onto the floor.

Belle looked at Raja her mouth wide open and she went extremely pale.

“Lilabet was that necessary.”

“I am sorry but when certain men think us women no matter what species whether human or paranormal, we can still dish it out if we need too.”

Lilabet stepped over her husband and grabbed the wheelchair and started to roll Belle away from Raja. As she did she bent down to her husband face and bared her fangs.

“That’s what you get Raja.” Bending back up, Lilabet cracked her shoulders and smiled at Jezzebelle.

“Come on Little Flower. I will get you to your mom. I have a feeling Raja is gonna be sore for tonight.”

Jezzebelle agreed with her and was whisked away to her moms car.