THE TOURNAMENT

 He had no choice but hate himself for succumbing to this meaningless challenge. He could have simply compelled her to leave him alone but instead he acted without thinking. 

As his hands clung tightly to the reins of his horse,he fought roughly with his Vampiric instincts. It had been a while now he drank blood and since animal blood was his diet it made him weaker to his urge. He could hear the blood that pumped through the necks of his fellow riders,his mind began to picture the savoring taste feeding off their blood. Nevertheless,he wouldn't relent in waving off this urge.

Thankfully the whistle blew. The race ignited with Princess Elizabeth pacing at first position but Arthur was shockingly loosing pace,many riders ran past him briskly.

  She was winning,he was loosing,his Vampire urge neither rested but he wasn't ready to loose this derby