~Kael~"Camilla, stop!" I growl at her, my beast at the surface and its aura as burning as a scorching sun. "Whatever it is you're planning to do, stop it."Camilla is at the edge of the cliff while Rhett is in her grip. His feet are away from the ground, his body held by her. "Put him back on the ground, and I will spare your life." I add, but Camilla laughs, finding me utterly amusing. My brows deepen. "Why do you choose him over me? I let you use me how you choose. I'm the one who's been there to warm your bed. Not for a decade or a century. Yet, you show him the care you've never shown me. You're pathetic. Just like the clay." Her insults cut deep, but I care less about anything she says right now as long as she won't drop Rhett to fall off. He will not survive the crash. The height is insanely tall, and they are massive rocks at the bank of the ocean. This Court is basically built in the middle of the ocean but hidden from human sight and conscience."Let him go, and you can a
~Kael~Two hours, forty-five minutes, and seven seconds. Two hours, forty-five minutes, and eight seconds. Two hours, forty-five minutes, and nine seconds. Two hours, forty-five minutes, and ten seconds since I've been tapping my feet so hastily you'd expect the floor to have cracks at the expense of my consistent hits. My jaw twitches, my left canine tapping each other as I continuously watch this boring show before me. This is utterly beneath me. I am a king, a vampire king. I rule over a fucking land, same as these other rulers, but unfortunately here we all are, discussing the most mundane things. At least, to me it is. No, this isn't favouritism. I've just never been interested in cases like that, believe me. Even when I had no interest in any non-vampiric issues, I've never allowed myself come down to this level where I discuss these things with these people. But then, here I am today, seated, inaudibly snapping my fingers, scanning the faces of Akasha and Morrigan, and ta
~Rhett~I groan out of frustration. It's precisely two hours and thirty minutes. Precisely this long that I've been told to stay in this ancient-looking room. I've wandered around, not that it's that spacious, enough to take notes of the little scribblings on the wall. They are carved with concision, written in a language that I can't find on Google translate. But somehow, the design speaks gothic and antique to me.Oops, did I mention phone? Uh, yes, I did because I'm interested in taking pictures. If I cannot contact the outside world, I can at least keep memories. Something to assure me I am not insane in case I forget all of this when everything is over.This place is a huge fortress, huge and tall, and beneath and all around us is an ocean. It's like instead of an Island in the middle of an ocean, we have this.I turn around, a sigh escaping my throat. "Uh, finally..." But my face falls flat when the presence entering isn't a familiar. "In case you're wondering, they have barel
~Rhett~I gaze intricately at Mr. Living dead. "You're kidding, right?"The quarters he leads me into is ominously dark, and I'm not about to be tricked where to where I'll die. "He waits for you inside." That's all he replies with before he turns away and disappears into thin air. I exhale sharply and shrug. Well, I've faced worse. Walking into the room, my eyes wander about the dark aesthetic, reminding me of my room in this place. Kael is a dark-aesthetic kind of guy certainly. I slow down when I see him at the balcony. His back is facing me and I approach. As I get near, my eyes zero on the mark on his back. It looks like a tattoo at first, printed deeply into the skin—two huge slashes, each of them almost wide enough to entirely cover his back. But at the same time, they look like healed wounds. And they stream down his back diagonally, drawn from his left shoulder blade to his right V-line. The moon is bright tonight, glistening his skin with his pajamas hanging below his
~Rhett~"Whoo!" My lungs are on fire. This is the third—no, fourth time I am screaming with all my breaths. My mind is flabbergasted, and the view is insane. "Am I the only one seeing this?" With wide eyes, I gawk at Valois, who huffs and increases the volume of the Carribbean-style music he's listening to. Now, you're probably wondering what's happening. Hehe. Allow me to do the honours: we are heading to the apartment to pack my things. Yes, I'm doing it willingly. Yes, I agree life's different for me no matter how much I don't want to believe it. But what is real is real. A moment ago, we stopped at the filling station to get fuel and now that we are back on the road, my head is blown by the picturesque. Atop the mountain is a soft cloud, gliding past but above them is yet another thick cloud which helps make the sunshine spread across the mountain top, brightening the little forests on it. Everything adding up in the most perfect manner sends me into an ethereal state. Exquis
~Kael~I barge into the room, slamming the door frame against its opposite wall like I would Camilla if she wasn't still useful to me. Camilla's heels clicks annoyingly behind me. "For a moment, stop trolling after me like a bitch." I say, knowing well that's exactly what she is. Camilla closes the space between us, but I speed away from her, leaning my back against the bedside cabinet. She turns around and when her eyes find me again, she burst out in frustration. "Why are you being an ass?""I had everything in control.""I apologise, but you can't seriously be angry at me because of a lowly lump of clay. That's not possible, is it?" If I wasn't already in a fit with Marcellus, I swear I would have stained this rug with her blood. But that'll be inadvisable of me. Plus, my monster is disinterested in killing tonight. For a barbaric beast, I'm fucked in the head for feeling bad for Rhett. I've never seen him in such a situation. He looks dead, like a ghost. His body was in a fa