Se connecter"Dua."The voice came out weak, barely above a whisper.A woman turned immediately, crossing the room in quick strides. "Dad," she called softly, kneeling beside him."Where is your sister?" he asked."She went to get your meds," the woman replied.Slowly, he turned his head toward her. "Mia…" he called, his voice carrying something deeper this time, concern, and unease.Mia let out a quiet sigh. "Dad, I didn’t fight with her. She’ll be back.""Mia." he called again.She exhaled, clearly irritated. "Fine. Even if we argued, she’ll still come back. She knows how much you need those meds."He studied her for a long moment then turned away, facing the wall."I really didn’t fight with her," Mia added, more quietly this time. "She was the one hurting me with her words.""And you hurt her in return," he said calmly."No," Mia snapped. "Why is it that whenever it comes to Dua, I’m always the bad one? I’m your daughter too.""You are her older sister," he replied, his voice weakening again.
Dua's eyes shot open. As soon as her eyes registered Alexander, she gasped, scrambling up. "You...are you gonna take my blood too?" Alexander leaned forward, his eyes locked to hers. Dua flinched, folding up herself together as she moved backwards, trying to escape from but the more she moved, the closer Alexander moved to her. She moved until she reached the edge of the bed unknowingly to her. Alexander moved too, like a predator hellbent on feasting on his prey. Dua moved again, and she slipped off the bed. She let out a gasp, bracing herself for the fall, but she came in contact with something warm instead. Something alive. She opened his eyes to find Alexander only a breath away from her, his dark orbs looking deep into her hazel ones, his one hand holding her hand, and the other around her back, bracing her from reaching the floor. For a moment, Dua forgot about the danger she was in, her entire attention glued to the figure supposedly dangerous to her. "Not now," Alexande
"Hey, what are you doing?" Dua questioned, fear seeping into her voice. The maid opened her mouth, revealing her sharp fangs. Dua's eyes widened, her whole being trembling. "V...va...vampire?" The maid gripped Dua tighter, bringing her fangs to Dua's neck. Dua closed her eyes, letting out a loud scream. The door burst open, and in a blink of an eye, the King, Alexander was there. His hand gripping the maid's jaw tightly, just a breath from Dua's skin. "How dare you?" He said, his voice low but it sounded like a thousand clouds rumbling together. His hand on the maid's jaw moved, and a crack sound echoed in the room. He widened his palm, and the maid slumped off, her face now disfigured as she trembled on the floor. "Forgive me, Your Majesty," she begged. "Exactly," Alexander replied. "Guard," he called, and the maid shook her head vigorously. "No, please..." "How dare you feast on your King's sacrifice?" Alexander spoke, and the maid shrunk, hiding her face. "Sacrifice,"
Dua didn’t know how long she had been sitting there. Minutes? Hours? Time had blurred into something meaningless.The silence in the room pressed against her ears, heavy and suffocating.She couldn’t stay here, she wouldn’t.Slowly, she pushed herself up from the floor, her legs slightly shaky. Her eyes moved around the room, scanning every corner like she might find a hidden door, a weakness, anything. But there was nothing.Her gaze drifted... and stopped as it settled on the window.A flicker of hope sparked in her chest. She rushed toward it, her steps quick but cautious, like the opportunity might disappear if she moved too fast.Grabbing the edge, she pushed it open. Cool air rushed in immediately, brushing against her face.Dua inhaled sharply, it was the scent of freedom to her. She leaned forward slightly, and froze, her breath catching in her throat."Whoa!" The ground was far below, too far that the height made her stomach twist. If she slipped...Her fingers tightened ar
"Your Majesty," the scarred man bowed. "Victory is ours once more. May you live long—" "Get to the point," the beauty on the throne cut the man off, his deep alluring voice making Dua's skin tingle. "Yes, Your Majesty," the man responded with another bow. "Right here..." he gestured towards Dua, "... is the one thing we've been searching for." "She has the sacred mark too," he added. Dua spiraled into confusion. They had mentioned the sacred mark again. What mark? The King studied Dua, his sharp, dark orbs piercing through her like he was searching for something deep in her soul. Dua found herself glued to his dazzling features, her breath catching in her throat the longer his gaze lingered on her. Finally he looked away from her, and to the scarred man, he spoke, "show me the mark." The scarred man grabbed Dua roughly, pulling down her sleeve, her shoulder and arm was exposed, revealing her tattoo. The King's eyes widened with recognition, his fists clenching and uncle
Dua opened her eyes to darkness. She tried to move, but her body hit against something hard on all sides... a box.Her breath hitched. "Where am I?" she whispered. "What happened?""Dad’s meds," she suddenly recalled, and the memory slammed into her all at once, a wave of fear crashing down on her."Help!" she screamed. "Somebody help me, please!"A creaking sound echoed above her, light seeping in slowly as the lid opened, blinding her for a moment.Rough hands grabbed her arm and yanked her out."Ah!" she winced, stumbling as her feet hit the wooden floor.The air smelled of damp wood and something stale.She looked up, finding two men. One stood a few feet away—tall, broad, with a mask covering one eye. A scar ran across his face, sharp and unforgiving. The other held her firmly in place."I assure you, she’s the one," the man gripping her said confidently.Dua’s gaze flickered between them, confusion twisting into fear.The one?"And she has the sacred mark," he added with a grin.







