Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

King Cyrus POV.

Unedited.

423 Park Ave, New York NY

Cyrus Penthouse.

“The bitch got me good,” hisses Xander, sounding like a little bitch as Jasmine cleans his wound. The Luna bitch Mecca got his ass good alright, leaving one long and bloody claw mark behind on the left side of his face. We are currently inside of one of the many lounge areas at my penthouse.

The Luna Bitch Mecca somehow managed to break free from her chains and attack Xander on the way from the airport, which is strange as fuck. The bitch shouldn’t even have the strength to lift her head, let alone attack one of us.

Nicklaus and I have been doing pretty well at keeping her weak. We have starved her to death, made sure she stayed dehydrated and shoot her ass up with a lethal amounts of silver.

The bitch should have been dead in my opinion.

“Don’t be a pussy,” I joke, taking another sip of my drink. Jasmine's blood tastes better than whiskey as it touches the back of my throat. That is one of the reasons why she is my chosen whore. The taste of her blood makes my dick twitch.

“Pussy,” Xander respond, once again, flinching like a little bitch. Jasmine hands tremble as she continues to clean his wound. All of the slaves tremble when they are in the presents of The Cold-Hearted King, for good reason to. “How about you allow one of the mutts to sink their claws into you and tell me how it feels?” Xander spits, sounding more and more like a little bitch.

“Nope! That’s not going to happen.” I inform while placing my glass of blood back down onto the table.

“Those mutts will never have the chance to get their filthy paws on me.”

“Those mutts balls are growing bigger by the second,” hisses Nicklaus from the other side of the room, as he paces back in fourth. His monster is present. For further elaboration, he is beyond pissed. He has been pacing back and forth ever since he laid eyes on his brother's face. We are most certainly having some fun today. The werewolf species will be extinct by tomorrow if we have it our way.

Our conversation is interrupted as the sound of two heartbeats hits my sensitive ears. The three of us turns our head in the direction of the door.

“You may enter,” I instruct before one of the humans has the chance to knock.

The door swings open and reveals two slave girls, walking in with trays of food. Their eyes are averted, well trained and well behaved. Their hearts are beating fast as hell with their little scared asses. One of the slave's name is Abigail, she is one of my best slaves. I’ve been very tempted to get rid of Jasmine and claim the girl as my chosen on more than one accusation.

She’s a tiny but sexy little thing with those bright blue eyes of hers, and that strawberry blond hair of hers. She is extremely well-mannered and shy, which is a plus in my book.

There is something about a shy woman that excites the monster that resigns inside of me.

In other words, the human girl can get it anytime she wants. That’s another thing that I like about this human. She doesn’t just throw herself at the vampires around here, like the other humans. If anything, she tries her best to avoid us. Maybe, I should just kick Jasmine to the curve and claim her as my Chosen.

The other human comes into view as she lays the occupants of her tray directly in front of me with shaky fingers. She is a short-haired, brown eye human with pale skin. Compared to Abigail she is rather plain in my opinion.

Usually, I wouldn’t spare any of my slaves a single glance, but this particular human is the slave boy that Nicklaus almost drained little slave buddy if I’m not mistaken. Oh, that reminds me.

“How the hell did she manage to get that close to you,” Nicklaus question Xander, as he snatches a glass of blood from the slave Abigail tray.

“How the fuck, did she find the strength before we left the Palace I had the guards take care of her?” This time Nicklaus seems to be talking to himself more than he is talking to Xander and I know exactly why.

Nicklaus and I were testing a theory. We used different amounts of silver on the wolf bitch to see how her body would react to it. At first, it appeared to make her weaker and we thought we were on to something into one of the Nicklaus foolish guards tried to stick his dick down the dog throat. Now, that didn’t go so well.

Let’s just say, he isn’t around to tell the story. That’s when Nicklaus came to the conclusion that she was immune to it. I, on the other hand, believe the bitch just go lucky so we decide to take it up a notch by inflicting a shit load of silver into her veins.

The Luna bitch having the strength to attack Xander only means one thing. Nicklaus was right.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know,” snaps Xander, making Jasmine jump in the process, which results in her dropping the bowl of water down onto the floor.

Clumsy little bitch. She drops to her knees at once and my monster purrs with approval inside of my head. “My apologies Sire,” she states loud and clear. That’s another reason why Jasmine is my Chosen whore. She knows her place.

“Clean it up now,” I hiss through clench teeth. “Once done I suppose that you can make your way up to my chambers.” I need to release some of this built-up tension. Jasmine is always a good fuck.

She immediately follows my order, cleaning up the mess she made and then exit the room at once. “Now that’s how a human should behave,” I tease Nicklaus, knowing damn well he is also still pissed off about the human Claire.

Claire is Nicklaus Chosen whore, well that’s what he wants us to believe but I am far from stupid.

Nicklaus is more like a brother to me than my friend. I know him well enough to know that she is his beloved. That’s the only logical explanation that would explain why she is not dead.

She is a feisty little thing, with a sharp tongue, hot-tempered, and surprising enough doesn’t back down from anyone. She constantly challenges Nicklaus and refuses to be in compliance. Nicklaus matches in every way. Human or not that girl belongs to him. She was made for him.

He just refuses to admit it, which is funny as hell in my book. So, I’m going to continue to fuck with the both of them into he does. “Says who,” responds Nicklaus, placing his attention on to me. “Your Chosen whore is a waste of life. My Chosen would kick your chosen’s ass.”

“There is no doubt about that,” I shrug.

“I’m pretty sure she would best Jasmine in anything she those, especially in bed. Maybe, I should command the slave boy that you almost drained just because he was looking at her to shoot his shot. He is pretty good at sticking his dick in all the slaves,” Out the corner of my eyes I can see the brown hair slave shifting around uncomfortably. “I’m absolutely certain that your Chosen whore would open her legs to him with no argument.”

Within a second, Nicklaus is in front of me. His eyes are blazing. “Watch your fucking mouth,” he spits. See, what I mean that human girl is most certainly his beloved. She is driving him crazier than he already is.

“Or what,” I challenge while standing to my feet. I can’t help myself. I am having way too much fun with this.

“You killed another slave in front of Claire,” hisses Xander. “What the fuck is wrong with you? She is already traumatized from the last little stunt that you two pulled.”

“I didn’t pull shit,” I defend, sitting back down into my chair. “But take her ass to the dungeon on his orders.”

Nicklaus rolls his eyes and head back over towards the window. “That was for Claire’s very own protection.” Once again he seems to be talking to himself more than us. Damn, he’s got it bad. “It was either kill Claire or kill the fucking human. I choose the fucking human.”

“Un-fucking-believable,” snaps Xander, throwing his glass across the room. Now, it’s time for me to roll my eyes. He has always been super dramatic. Hint, he requested for the entire human race to be enslaved because of his human beloved breaking his heart. If that’s not dramatic I don’t know what is. “Where is she,” Xander demands to know.

“In the highest room in my tall ass tower,” I sarcastically answer his question. Nicklaus chuckles slightly under his breath.

“The both of you need to grow the hell up,” Xander hisses as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“So we been told,” I tease giving him a rueful smile. Before, he storms out of the room.

“Make sure a slave delivers her pancakes,” Nicklaus calls out after him.

“Fuck up,” shouts Xander, slamming the door shut behind him. Brothers! You just got to love them.

“That went better than I expected,” says Nicklaus, while walking back over towards the table. “I knew he was going to be pissed, but damn.”

“Yup,” I respond, as Abigail fills my glass back up with more blood. “The both of you are dismissed.” The two human girls, bows slightly and then get the hell out of dodge.

“It seems like you and Xander got a thing for that human,” I say to him the moment they step out of the room.

“Enough about, Claire,” says Nicklaus. “We have way bigger problems on our hand, like the wolf bitch for example. “We need to find her before they do.” He is right.

“Commander Ravana is out scouting the City as we speak,” I inform.

As on cue, my royal adviser Speck enters the room. She is underdressed and comes in unannounced as usual. She is wearing a pair of boy jeans, a horrid graphic T-shirt that reads "Rough Studies," and has one of her famous choker pendants on her neck. Her dark roots and blue ended hair is pulled back in a tight bun. Her big bulky combat boots click like high heels, annoying my sensitive ears.

Even with her horrible choice of fashion, she is still one of the most beautiful immortals in the world. Thanks to her mocha-colored skin, full long eyelashes, thick but well-tamed browns, and her dark as night eyes. Speck the adviser is beautiful.

“And who do I owe the pleasure of inviting you,” Nicklaus sends the first blow. Oh, yeah I forgot that Speck and Nicklaus hate each other guts. They had a thing for each other for a couple of centuries ago. Well, Nicklaus had a thing for Speck, but she had her eyes on Xander. It was a well-written love triangle.

“Why is he here,” she ignores him and decides to questions me.

“He is your King,” I remind her. “Not to mention my best friend. He can stay in my Kingdom as long as he likes. That’s beside the point anyway. Do you have more important matters to discuss?”

“Commander Ravana just sent word. They believe the mutt has contacted her Pack,” responds Speck as she grinds her teeth. Some of our men have spotted a group of them heading in the direction of the City.”

“They wouldn’t dare come here,” I snap, hoping up from out of my chair.

“I told you their balls were growing bigger by the second,” Nicklaus adds in with a smug look on his face. He doesn’t give a fuck about their sudden bravery. In fact, he loves it. That’s just another excuse he could use to have the Council to officially signing their death warrant. “Where were they last spotted,” he questions her.

"Heading towards The Northern Village Quebec,” she answers without sparing him a single glance. “There are even reports that they were riding in a white truck with tinted windows. “Nicklaus and I both burst out laughing at the same damn time. Werewolves traveling in SUV’s instead of running on four paws, what the fuck has this world come to?

“This is not a laughing matter,” Speck interrupts our laughing session. For an immortal who likes to wear before The Awakening human girl clothes. She is always so got damn serious.

“Yes, it is,” teases Nicklaus, bent over with his hand covering his stomach as he laughs his ass off.

“Agreed,” I add in, laughing my ass off my damn self.

“Blood Goddess, please save me,” Speck prays, lifting her head up to stare at the ceiling to add a dramatic effect. “The reports can only mean one thing.”

“What,” ask Nicklaus, still laughing.

“Yes, what?” I follow up, “Please enlighten us,”

Speck huffs loudly, obviously, she is annoyed. “If a group of werewolves were spotted driving a damn truck that can only mean that they are with a group of Lycans, which means...”

Both of our laughter die at once. “The Luna bitch would be directed to meet them there,” I finish her sentence.

“Meaning all of The Northern Pack warriors will be waiting for her by the border.” Nicklaus is now the one to follow up. Oh, fuck I feel stupid and I’m almost certain that Nicklaus feels just as stupid as I do.

“AH, Duh,” Speck adds in, only to make Nicklaus and I feel even more stupid. “There is already a team ready to intercept. They are following close behind the SUV,” she further informs. “What are your orders?”

“Tell them to lay low,” Nicklaus answers for me.

“Why the hell would I do that,” Speck speaks out of line, but I feel her. Why the hell would she do that?

Nicklaus growls loudly at her in response. His monster hates to be challenged. Speck's entire body goes tense, as she quickly drops down to one knee, showing her submission. I watch the scene with a bored expression. Speck is my subject. However, a King is a King and none of us like to be challenged.

“My apologies your highness, please forgive me,” Speck ask for forgiveness through clenched teeth. I almost burst out laughing. She hates kneeling almost as much as Nicklaus hates being challenged.

“Save the shit,” dismisses Nicklaus. They spent some steamy nights together. He knows like I know that her apology is bullshit. “As I was trying to say before her foolish ass decided to question me,” his attention is now placed onto me. “They should lay low into you get there.”

“Into I get there,” I question him. What the hell is he talking about?

Nicklaus stands up out of his seat and walks back over towards the window with his hand crossed behind his back. “Yes into you get there,” he informs. “You wanted to declare war right, let’s declare war.”

My lips curve into a satisfied smirk. Oh, I’ll declare war alright, as burn The North Border shit hole towns down to the ground, starting with Quebec.

I place my focus back onto Speck. “Make preparations and arrange my transposition at once. I expect to head out within the next hour.”

“The jet has already been prepared, Your Highness.”

That’s even better! I think to myself, standing to my feet, ready to take my leave.

“Have fun,” Nicklaus calls out from hind me and I feel a ripple wave of excitement flood through our bond.

Oh, I certainly will.