CHAPTER 13- WICKED

I have loved my life eversince I was a kid. I loved it more when I saw a glimpse of what happened to my father according to my dream. I'm happy and cherished it most the days I spent it with him.

The man with fangs who saved me that day from those werewolves. The vampire who didn't bit me. The first one who made me feel valued, aside from my Mom.

And I didn't know I will ever be ready to guve up this life until now. Until I knew that he needs me. And if the cost of my life will prolong his and save him, I wouldn't mind taking my last breath knowing he's be safe.

I carefully watched Slaughtrus who is now heaving. I don't know if it is because of tiredness or anger. His amber eyes darken and it is almost turning red but something is not letting him. Something is restraining him.

"We won't do it, my King," Slaughtrus said in his firm voice.

The king's head tilted as a smirk rose in his lips. "You were saying, Dash?"

"There's another way, my King. I just need her blood. Forcing her is