Chapter 8: A Scary Promise.

Lysander lead me out of the hall and I followed him to wherever he was taking me. I decided that I was going to stick to him for now. Right now, he is the safest person for me to mingle with.

I thought about Domenic Darkshadow and my blood boiled with anger. The bastard actually pretended not to recognize me. I saved his fucking life!

But why does everyone call him majesty. If this is truly a vampire world, does that mean Dominic Darkshadow is also a Vampire? Prince of the vampires?

I thought about how he smiled at me back at the cave. Even though wounded, he teased me and called me cute, but just now seated on his throne, he stared at me like I was nothing but a meal, something he could devour.

All of this threatened to drive me insane. I don't even know what's real and what's false anymore. 

Lysander brought me to a big room fit enough for a royalty. The bed was a Queen-size one, neatly made. There was a big closet on the side for my clothes, gold nightstand and expensive looking lamps on them.

I marveled at the beautiful room. The walls were painted a light blue like the sea and it gave the room and enchanting glow.

"I assume you like it?" Lysander wondered behind me. He had been watching me with a gentle smile as I admired the place.

I cleared my throat trying to hide the fact that I am more than impressed. "It's not bad. But I really want to know what is going to happen to me now. You promised to help me find my way home, but you brought me here as a slave instead. So not cool."

He smiled slightly, a smile that was meant to assure me, but I could see his discomfort beneath those glowing red eyes of his.

"You're not a slave Kate. Not really. As of now, you will be treated as a guest to the royal family until the King awakens and decides what must be done with you."

I raised a challenging brow at him, "and what if he decides to make me a slave?"

Lysander looked away from me looking a little guilty, and I don't need anyone to tell me that if I was made a slave, nothing was going to save me from that fate. I might never even return home.

I still find it hard to wrap my head around all of these. I can't believe I'm in a supernatural world! A vampire kingdom! How crazy is that?!

"It hasn't come to that yet Kate. For now you must freshen up and rest your head. You have been through a lot today already." Lysander advised gently. It was difficult not to like the guy. His tone was soft and his eyes were friendly even though they were an unusual color. Unlike the assholes I've met so far. Domenic included.

I sighed giving in to his advice, "fine! I'll drop the topic now. I guess I should be thankful that I'm still alive."

He smiled looking pleased with my answer. "That's the spirit Kate. Wait here, I'll get someone to help you with your bath and also some clean clothes."

I nodded and he turned around but stopped halfway and looked at me over his shoulder. "You must not leave this room Kate, no matter what. A lot of vampires cannot control their thirst for blood, and your blood is enchantingly alluring. It is too great a temptation to resist without proper training in self control. It will be dangerous for you to walk around on your own, so please stay here.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. This still feels unreal, but I nodded to ease his mind.

After Lysander left, I sat on the bed and thought about what to do. I'm not a slave here until the King wakes up. What could be wrong with him anyway? How long has he been Ill? What if he never wakes up? Or worse, what if he wakes up and decided that I be made a slave?

I can't let that happen. If I am made a slave, it will be difficult for me to leave this place and return home to my mom, to Quinn. 

I don't care what Lysander thinks. I am going to find my way out of here on my own. I'll not stop trying until I leave this godforsaken hell.

The doors creaked open and I assumed that Lysander had returned. "That was quick?" I blurted before looking towards the door. My heart raced when I saw who was standing right there in the middle of the room.

Domenic Darkshadow stood tall with his hands behind his back, his gaze cold and intrigued.

I shot up from the bed and stood staring at him. I tried to ignore the way my heart pounded just by him being in the same room as me. I am unsure if it's because I was scared or something entirely different.

Unlike the other vampires, Domenic eyes were green. The same shade of green from what I remembered back at the cave. Is he a vampire too, or is he a human who got lost like I did?

It made no sense! If Domenic is human, he shouldn't be ruling over the vampire Kingdom. Is he a Mafia lord and a vampire prince at the same time, or are the two Domenics completely different people?

God I'm about to go crazy!

"Are you afriad of me?" His cold voice cut through the silence sending shivers down my spine.

"I...I...I... I'm not!" I gulped and watched a smirk adore his lips at my not so convincing answer.

He took three steps forward until he was standing close to me, too close. I took a step back, but he took another to get to me, I took one back and he took another, closer until my back hit a wall and there was no escape for me.

He was so close now. I can smell his captivating scent. I stared up at his green eyes as they looked down at me like I was a puzzle he was trying so hard to solve.

To my shock, he leaned his head down, his nose caressing and sniffing my neck. I held back a gasp forcing my body not to react to the heat he was emitting.

His fingers trail up my bare arm sending electric current through my skin. I shivered at his touch struggling not to make an embarrassing sound.

"You smell so fucking amazing!" He growled into my ear, his nose sniffing and rubbing against my neck like he couldn't get enough. "I could just drain you right now, fuck!" His hold on my arm tightened like he was holding himself back.

Realizing what he meant, I was pulled back from the forbidden feelings I was drowning in, and I pushed him away from me with all my might. He only lifted his head from my neck but didn't bulge.

"You fucking bastard!" I snapped unable to control my anger. "You're acting like you don't know me!"

Those green eyes sparkled as he tilted his head. "Do I know you then, little human?"

I clenched my teeth in anger. I could see right through him. He knows who I am. He's only pretending.

"You know me Domenic. I saved you when we were in that cave and you told me to run. We were being chased by some animal."

He didn't react to my words, he just kept on smirking. He leaned forward invading my space and I had to press my back against the wall so our faces won't collide. My heart was pounding so widely at his closeness. Why does he look even more handsome up close?

"That sounds like an interesting story. Tell me more. I would especially like to know how you found your way here human girl." His tone was low and seductive. It caused a heat in the middle of my legs.

What the hell is this guy doing to me? Is it some kind of vampire spell?

I couldn't say a word. Everything seems to fade around me, and all I could see was Domenic's handsome face and how close he was to me. 

My eyes trail down to his lips, pink and alluring.

I want something, but I'm not sure what I want. Or maybe I'm sure but don't want to admit it.

Thank God Lysander took that moment to show up. The door opened, but Domenic didn't make a move to step away from me. He only glance lazily towards the door.

"Your highness, I didn't know you were here." Lysander voice spoke. I couldn't see him because Domenic covered my view with how tall he is.

"I just came to give the new human a proper welcome." He looked at me again, eyes shinning with mischief. Then he leaned down to whisper into my ears, "listen carefully human, I will be the only one to have you when the time comes," his voice lowered dangerously, "and I'll drain every fucking delicious blood in your body. That's a promise!"

It was a scary thing to say, and I know I should be afriad of this demon of a prince. 

Yet why do I still find myself wanting more of him?