Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

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Cyrus POV.

Embry has finally settled down just after midnight. Claire’s little episode really spooked her. She was extremely worried about Claire, and also very confused about the connection she felt with Claire.

“I really like Claire,” says Embry in between her fit of hiccups... “Of course, I don’t want anything to happen to her but losing Claire scares the crap out of me,” she confesses while looking at me with sorrowful eyes.

We are currently laying in the bed inside my private chambers. Everyone has been long gone, Xander and Vlad are currently working with Claire and Marcellus... Well, who gives a fuck about where Marcellus is? Right now, Embry is my number one priority. She is all that matters.

I plant a gentle but firm kiss down onto her forehead and begin to stroke my fingers throughout her silky soft hair. “It’s the bond, sunshine,” I whisper inside her ear. I can’t believe that Embry and Claire have formed the bond of sisterhood so quickly, but based upon Claire’s protective nature towards Embry and how emotionally involved Embry is concerning Claire. That appears to be the case.

Embry gives me a wary look. I know that she doesn’t understand and that is completely understandable. Shit, I don’t even understand why the two girls are demonstrating signs of forming the sister bond myself. Due to Claire being the beloved of Nicklaus and Embry being my beloved the two of them will grow to share a bond similar to the bond that Nicklaus and I share.

All the other King's beloveds will also feel that bond. That is if they are ever discovered and claimed by one of my brother’s. We shall all be connected and feel the need to protect one another. It’s a side effect of the ritual and the oath that my brothers and I performed so many centuries ago. The only strange thing about Claire and Embry's actions is that neither one of them has been accepted into the brotherhood bond. In addition to that, Embry hasn’t been claimed.

In order to completely bond with one another, they both have to be claimed by a King. Plus, my brothers and I have to pledge our loyalty to them, which didn’t happen. I mean Nicklaus claimed Claire but I didn’t claim Embry and hell would most likely have to freeze over before either one of my brothers would pledge their loyalty to either one of our beloveds. Not that it matters to me. Nothing would ever happen to Claire or Embry as long as I have breath in my body.

In conclusion to it all, I’m just as confused as Embry is with what the two girls are experiencing. Nicklaus is almost here. I’ll discuss it with him once he gets settled in. Maybe he will have some insight. Into that happens I need to make sure that Embry is taken care of. I have a meeting with the others at sunrise. Count Cloven is here, which means that he has abandoned his post. When shit like that happens it is never for good reason. Something is wrong and I need to make sure all of my focus is placed onto providing a solution.

With all that being said I need to make sure that my beautiful beloved is out of harm's way.

“Don’t worry about Claire, everything will be alright,” I advise before placing another kiss down onto her forehead. “We shall talk more tomorrow. Right now, I need you to get some sleep.” I compel and just like that her eyes flutter shut.

I’ve never been so grateful for my power to compel other supernaturals into this moment. I’m also even more grateful that Embry wolf's mental barrier is down. I can’t take my beloved tears, seeing her in pain makes my heart hurt. She’s way too pretty to cry.

I continue to watch Embry sleep for a little while longer. I’m laying quietly beside her, with my arms wrapped around her tiny frame just thinking. I’m content with just watching her sleep and just touching her ivory soft skin. It’s official, I have officially fallen for her.

Who wouldn’t? She’s just so beautiful, especially right now as she lay on her side with her dark waist-length scattered across the pillow as she sleeps. This moment reminds me of when I first found her. I remember feeling like the world was suddenly crashing down as I came in contact with her bloody and lifeless body lying on the forest floor.

That was the first time in my life that I lost control of my monster. I don’t remember killing those waste of existence but the aftermath of the scene proved that it was nothing but a massacre. They actually were lucky that I lost control because if I didn’t they would still be receiving my daily torture visits to this day. So, yes! They were lucky.

That was also the very moment that my monster mentally staked his claim on Embry. It took him less than a second to accept the bond, I, on the other hand, have not. Watching her now, sleeping with her tiny little hands clinging onto my shirt as if I’m her life support says it all. I’m a fool.

I can now see how foolish I was... how foolish I’ve been.

The very moment that I’ve laid eyes on her I should have placed my claim on her soul. I should claim her right here and right now. I want to but I won’t. Not into I repair the damage that I’ve done and glue the pieces back together of her broken heart. Once that is done, I will claim her.

Embry wolf was right, I need to step up and prove to the both of them that I’m worthy to be called that mate and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. From this day forward, I will spend the rest of my days doing everything in my power to make-up for all the pain that I have cost the both of them... And then I will claim them.

I can’t believe that I’ve been so selfish and this foolish. I even attempted to claim her without her permission. How selfish could one be? I’m an idiot!

The first ray of sunlight shines brightly through the bedroom window, telling me that my alone time with my beloved is coming to an end. I’ve got to make this meeting, though I don’t want to but I got too. It’s my duty. That is the only reason why I reluctantly roll from out of the bed.

My vision taints, indicating that my eyes are now a shade of liquid gold as I take in my sleeping beauty from this angle of the bed. She really is a beautiful little creature, such a memorizing sight to behold. How could I have ever been that stupid not to cherish her?

The Moon Goddess and blood God are probably watching me from high in the sky, making a mockery of my foolish actions.

I lean down and press my lips softly down onto her forehead, while gently running my fingers through her hair. Then I make my way out the door frame. That reminds me! I need to have someone come fix the door, but I don’t want anyone to disturb her while she’s sleeping.

So, the servants would have to wait until she awakes. “Gutter” I mentally reach out.

“Yes, your highness,” he responds in less than a second.

“I need you to come watch over, Embry while she asleep. Once, she is awake make sure someone come fix the door to my private chambers,”

“Yes your highness,” he quickly responds, before I close off our link.”

I make my way to the kitchen to put Embry’s breakfast, lunch, and dinner request in before making my way up into Nicklaus's study. The King of the Clown, Marcellus and The King of The Ice, Xander are already present upon my arrival.

“Did you finally put the dog to sleep,” Marcellus the clownish King is the first to comment.

“Did your father finally figure out that I’m the one who’s been in and out of your mother bed,” I insultingly comment back, which earns me a growl from the good-ole it. I roll my eyes while continuing to stare at the joker. Yeah, try me, bitch!

“We don’t have time for the both of your childish tactics,” Xander decides to chirp in. “Whatever Count Cloven want’s to talk to us about must be urgent. Can the both of you behave yourselves for just a second,”

“He started it,” childishly responds Marcellus. I just roll my eyes and take the nearest seat. This is the usual whenever Marcellus and I are inside the same room. In fact, this is the usual whenever Marcellus and I are in the same building. Out of all the other Kings that I have so blindly bonded and pledge my loyalty too. He’s the one that I couldn’t and most likely would never be able to get along with.

He’s the youngest out of all eight Kings and takes his little brother role seriously. His life mission is to annoy the fuck out of all of us, most pacifically me. Even still, I will rage war on his behalf and risk my life for him to save his. Don’t ever get it twisted. Marcellus is that annoying little brother that will most certainly drive you to the brink of insanity, but he is our annoying little brother, which means that no one and I mean no one will ever lay a single hand down onto him.

Not as long as I have breath in my body anyway and that is a promise. After that, he is on his own, Fucking clown!

Very soon after I take my seat, Count Cloven or more like Count Clown walks inside the room.

Count Cloven, who I personally like to call Count Clown is from The House of Tyrell, who follows and serves The House Vlad.

The House of Tyrell is a respected household that has followed and served the house of Vlad for many centuries, meaning that Count Clown's ancestors have been loyal companions to Nicklaus ancestors for decades.

His father was once Nicklaus's personal guard. Blah! Blah! Blah!

The point that I’m trying to make is that Count Cloven is a very powerful and well-respected vampire inside our world. Everyone respects his household, including some vampire Kings.

Keyword: Some vampire Kings. Obviously, I’m not one of them. As my good friend Luscious likes to say, respect is earned not given. Count Cloven hasn’t done anything to deserve my respect. Now, I don’t want his story is with Nicklaus but the bond that they share has nothing to do with me. He isn’t a part of our brotherhood and I’m not with that I'm my brother, brother keeper bullshit. Count Cloven is an outside-in my eyes and I don’t do outsiders.

Outsiders are typically snakes, patiently waiting to slither their way inside the garden of eve. My motto is simple if you’re not a ring to my circle fuck you. It’s that simple! I’m not in the business of making new friends. Plus, I know very well that Count Cloven's father has been trying his hardest to slither his way into my dearest Aunt Katherine bed, which is the type of shit that will get you killed. He needs to keep his filthy claws away from my aunt, or his golden boy son will pay for it with his life and that’s another promise.

“Your highness’s,” greets Count Clown, bowing and showing his respect the very moment he walks in. My eyes immediately lock onto his hands. He is holding a total of nine envelops inside his hands that appears to have the House of Vlad royal seal embezzled on to each paper.

“You may rise,” instructs Xander with a short voice. “Now, get straight to the point, why the fuck did you abandon your post after receiving direct orders to remain in my land and protect my territory. You must want to die,” Xander so harshly spits.

That is another thing, Count is one of the Governors of Xander Kingdom. Governors are responsible to govern and protect a Kingdom in a King's absence. It’s their duty.

So it’s completely understandably why Xander is so pissed if anything happens to his territory during his absence. Count Clown and Duke Aldon(A.k.A Duke All Dick!) are supposed to protect Xander territory with their lives. I call Duke Aldon, Duke All dick because that’s all his does is, slay and suck dick. He saved Nicklaus's life once, just to get closer to Nicklaus's father, Apollyon and everyone knows it.

Plus, the same thing occurred when he suddenly started to fuck Princess Daniella. That too was only for him to get another step closer toward Apollyon. I never did buy that bull-shit story that they are destined beloveds because if that’s the case Daniella wouldn’t still be secretly visiting Seneca bed, but that’s a story for another day. All I’m saying is that Duke All Dick is not to be trusted.

The moral of the story is that Xander's harsh reaction towards Count Cloven is well-deserved, though I’m certain that Count Clown has good reason, for his sake of course!

Everyone knows that Xander's patience is very short. He hates meetings, dinners, balls, and just about anything else concerning politics or the vampire society in general. Xander has never been a fan of the royal houses or respected households. Shit! Xander doesn’t even like us, the other Kings half the time, and we are bonded by oath and blood.

Before Claire came around I barely ever heard Xander speak, unless the topic concerned Nicklaus or unless he was speaking directly to Nicklaus. Those are some reasons why Xander earned the title of the Coldhearted King, among a shitload of other things. Let’s just say that I call Xander the King of Ice for a reason. It goes without saying that, no one disobeys Xander just to disobey him... unless they want to die, obviously enough.

He’s that heartless.

“Forgive me, Sire,” quickly explains Count Cloven. “However, I received extremely critical news from my father that I thought that it would be if I personally deliver the message. My eyes once again dart in the direction of the envelopes. That brings me back to my question. What is that?

“Get to it then,” advises Marcellus with an over-dramatic yawn. He’s doesn’t take anything seriously. He is such a clown.

Count Clown's eyes darts from Marcellus, move in my direction and then settle back onto Xander, who happens to be glaring at the clown as if he wants to kill him. Correction, Xander very much so wants to kill him.

“Your time is running out,” I say out loud with a hiss. It’s true it is. “I suggest you get them talking before you lose the abilities to see or speak ever again,”

“Forgive me, Sire,” apologizes the clown. How many times is he going to ask for forgiveness? Pointless. “However, I would like to wait for King Nicklaus before I deliver my message.

Wrong answer! Xander gets up out of his seat and appears directly in front of Count Clown in less than a second, “And I would like to snap your neck,” he hisses in between clenched teeth. “Unless you give me a good reason not to,”

Count Clown swallows the lump on his throat and does something else that I don’t really catch because my attention shifts to the blonde slave girl as she enters the room. Abigail, I think. Yeah, that’s her name, Abigail.

She places a pitcher full of blood directly in front of me and then turns around to walk away but my hand grabs her wrist before she can manage. She shivers in response. Abigail is a little fragile thing.

“Go to the East Wing and deliver some food to my private chambers,” I lean up to whisper inside her ear before dismissing her.

“Yes, Sire,” she mechanically responds, before going to follow instructions, I’m sure.

My eyes dart back in Xander and Count Clown's direction just in time to catch the show. Apparently during my brief moment of distraction Xander monster decided to present itself. Judging by the look of things he is out for blood, I couldn’t be more thrilled. Xander is beating the crap out of Count Cloven, obviously releasing some steam.

Claire must have pissed him off last night because we all know that Xander never plays with his food. Never. Marcellus's foolish ass appears to be just as happy about this show as I am, if not happier. He is leaning back with his hands behind his head and his fee is crisscrossed like the perfect slaved student, while he has them posted up on the table. He’s chilling with the biggest smile spread out across his face. I stare at him with disapproval clearly twirling around inside my eyes and the fool has the nerve to wink at me. Fucking Clown.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” questions, Xander angrily. “Why the fuck did you disobey my order? I made it perfectly clear that you and Dike Aldon was to protect my land in my departure,” he spits while punching Count Clown square in the jaw. It makes a crunching sound and looks disoriented. I’m a hundred percent positive that Xander has broken it.

“You have been a summons,” spits out Count Clown.

“What,” Xander, Marcellus and I say in unison. What a joke? Is that the best he could come up with!

“He is lying,” chokes out Marcellus. “Kill Him,”

“Yeah, kill him,” I agree, wait a minute! I never agree with Marcellus. Never, but I do agree with this. Count Cloven is lying. We haven’t been summoned since Nicklaus's father abdicated the throne. We are Kings! Who in their right mind would summons a King? Nicklaus's father would never allow it.

He’s the only soul in this universe that is powerful enough to summon Nicklaus and the only way to summons us is by summoning him. Summons to us vampires are basically death sentences since we have become Kings. I knew the council would be pissed about the war, but this is taking it too far. Nicklaus's father wouldn’t risk it unless it was absolutely necessary.

“I’m not lying,” Count Clown rushes out his insane plead. Then, he hands Xander the stack of envelopes that are marked with the House of Vlad seal. My eyes scan over each envelope closely. There is a total of nine. Wait, nine!

The war with the dogs isn’t that serious but Nicklaus and Claire... Oh, fuck!

“Apollyon has demanded an audience at once,” tells Count Clown. “All eight Kings are expected to come,” he says as if we don’t know this. A summons for one King extends to all Kings. It is the rule that we created to make sure that no King has to face the council death sentence without the protection of the brotherhood.

“Who is the ninth summons for,” questions Xander, while snatching the envelopes out of Count Clowns' hands.

Marcellus and I watch closely as Xander throws each envelope down onto the floor one by one. I can only pray that my theory to this fuckery is nothing but a theory because if I’m correct we are all doomed.

Xander holds the last remaining envelope up high in the sky for all to see. He’s so dramatic. Then, he slowly and very carefully opens up the envelope before reading the document out loud.

“This summons is issued to The King,” he pauses. “The King,” his eyes flash bright red.

Oh, for blood Christ's sake. He’s so dramatic!

Within a second, I’m in front of him, only to rip the document from out of his hand.

I read over it quickly with wide eyes. Oh, fuck! I’m right. “This summons is issued to The King of All Vampire King’s Chosen,”

Hey Love Bugs, Here is your update for this week. I wanted to update three times but I can barely keep my eyes open... let alone type. This sickness is kicking my ass. Please bear with me.

I'm usually in the holiday spirit but between my heath... && all this other bullshit that the devil has placed onto my back. I'm exhausted.