04 - Reluctant Surrender

Maya

I struggled to get out of his hands. In his dark eyes, with red pupils was a look of amusement and dominancy. He made it look like he was enjoying this.

“Stop the struggle, little one…and I’ll let you stand still.”

I clenched my teeth, hissing with a spit on his face.

“Never!” I exclaimed.

Javier’s fangs elongated at my words. The planes on his face contained a harsh look. Goose pimples formed on my skin that instant. It made me realize I was scared. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that…

“Oh, little lamb. You shouldn’t have done that…” he trailed.

I tightened my eyes, trembling on my spot, as he pinned my hands more firmly above my hand. I could feel his cock press against my thighs. Innumerable reverberations sleuthed through me, with my core pacing.

“I can smell your arousal for me. So spiteful yet daunting.”

From the breaths he fanned on my neck, I could tell he was closer. Something wet connected with the bite on my neck, making me cry out.

“You tricked me,” I slurred. “This wasn’t our agreement. Don’t you have any conscience?”

He answered me with a nibble, right where he bit me. Instead of pain, there were confusion ripples that made me want more. I shuddered, once more, hearing a cackle I figured out was from him.

“My ethics died a long time ago, little lamb.” he stated, continuing with his teasing. “Open your eyes,”

“No. I wish to be released this instant. This is kidnapping in modern world.”

“Prince Javier gets whatever he wants in any world. Open.Your.Fucking.Eyes.” The sooner I did, I was met with his cold glare. He kissed my neckline, one last time.

“Now listen, Maya. We made a deal, the process to wake your parents up takes month as I have to make a deal with the devil.” Javier said. “In exchange for my help, you are my bride whether you like it or not. Yet…I won’t touch you without your consent. Not until you’re pleading badly and willing.”

Those lush whispers, resounded in my ears. He gave me a slight kiss, untangling himself from me.

The sooner my hands were freed, my heart thudded softly. At his retreating figure I yelled,

“What did you do to me?!”

Tears flickered my eyes at the fact that he bit me and I found him attractive. The heart wrenching part were the changes in my body and how I had thirst for blood. I sunk on the floor, with my palms over my face in frustration.

“Maya.”

My eyes bolted. I looked towards where I ran from, only to spot Delilah. I shifted back from her, which made her outstretch her hands. “It’s okay. I’m only here to help.”

She said those words, taking slow steps towards me.

“I’m not drinking that blood bag.” I seethed at her.

“You don’t have to.” she said.

“I want a proper meal, like any sane human would eat when hungry,” I murmured, timidly.

“It’s already set. I made them prepare your favorite, Chicken paella.”

“Really?” I asked, with a twinge of delight in my eyes.

…

Delilah was simply the best. Chicken Paella was something mum prepared for me as a kid. How she knew this was something I wasn’t even sure of.

“Mhmm…” I licked my upper lip, setting my cutlery. Surprisingly, it looked exactly like mum’s own. There were lots of chicken in scoops at the surface, rice backed up with pepper, green peas and minced garlic which were visible.

“Go ahead.”

I commenced digging into it, that very instant. “Delicious…” I purred, carrying on with eating.

“How did you become human?”

I sipped some cold Pinot Noir red wine, asking her.

“I was always a vampire.” she answered me. “Long ago… there was a rebel in the palace.”

“My soul got detached from my body during a wildfire. That’s how I ended up in that doll.”

My eyes widened. The cutlery in my hands dropped in shock. “Who are you?”

“Princess Delilah, I’m Javier’s blood sister.”

“Y-you led me to him.” I stuttered. “This was your plan all along.”

A twinge of betrayal hit my chest. She led me to him, to be freed from that body. My hands lifted, to sip from the wine glass when it fell on the floor.

“Maya!!!” Delilah spoke, for the first time, running towards me.

I clenched my heart in hurt. My eyes became teary and all I could see was red. Something cuddled around my throat, making me behold it. I coughed and blood splattered on the ground.

“Wh--“

I tried to talk, but couldn’t. In a way, this reminded me of when I was seven. It was just how I had been. Helpless. So helpless. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t speak.

“You’re having a reaction. I told you to drink the blood bag.” she uttered, holding me in her arms. “Vampires don’t eat food when thirsty for blood.”

Delilah let me go instantly, rushing to one of the drawers. She took a hold of blood bags, rushing towards me.

“What’s your blood group?” she asked.

“O+”

I was able to sigh those words. She searched, tearing the cap immediately. “Drink.”

I stared at it horridly. “No, please…”

Please, don’t give me that.

Even though I was on the verge of passing out, I didn’t want to be someone bounded to blood for life. I just wanted to be human, I wanted a normal life.

“Drink, Maya!” Delilah yelled this time.

It was harder, because I could smell the delicious taste of blood. My palms were sweaty and I had a dizzy sensation. It made me tremble and various parts of my body vibrated in desire for the bag. I gasped, drifting away from her hands.

“No…”

She was in front of me and before I realized her intentions, she poured the entire contents in my slightly parted lips. By now, I was nauseous and entirely weak.

“You’re not dying on me, Maya.” Delilah murmured, resting my head in her bosoms. “I won’t let you die on me, best friend.”