Her King

At this moment, I realize what kind of freedom you feel when you truly accept your nature and allow yourself to be the creature you were born to be.

The bloodthirst which I normally keep lock inside me hits me with full force as my mouth salivates when the sound of blood rushing through veins rings in my ears.

The thought of warm blood swirling inside my mouth, causes my canines to elongate fully while my hunger reaches a different level.

“King.” Regina softly smiles, “My King.” Stepping closer, she places a hand on my chest while tilting her head up to look at my face.

A feeling of panic arises when I realize that I may hurt her as well because the thirst for blood is nearly blinding me. Moreover, the thought of her being afraid of me seeing me in my true form ripples a wave of ache inside my heart. This is the first time that my beast has fully come out in front of her. This transition is different, she has seen my beast which is her King, however, at this moment the beast which is in front of her is the one who craves for blood with no hint of humanity in him.

Reluctantly, I move away from her trying not to think about the sweet taste of her blood which I take from her every day. However, it looks like my action makes my Queen unhappy as she pulls me back towards her by holding my collar.

I chuckle quietly because even my beast seems like a puppet in her hands. Abruptly, my heart stops altogether when she places her lips on mine, unbothered with my razor-sharp canines which are meant to tear fleshes. I pull away from her, but a low snarl of frustration emits from her as she forcefully crashes her lips back to mine.

Standing on her toes, she presses herself to me while kissing me with the same love and intensity which her every kiss holds however, now, I can even sense a hint of anger present in it. Winding my arm around her waist, I pick her up from the floor as I take up all that she is offering to me... her anger... and her love.

Accidentally, my canines pierce her lip which makes her slightly hiss, but this doesn’t make her break the kiss. The taste of her blood combined with the kiss makes me completely intoxicated... something which is impossible.

Breaking the kiss, she lifts her eyes to me allowing me to see how much love and trust she holds inside her for me. My heart swells with nothing but love and reverence for this woman who has accepted me the way I am.

“Nothing can lessen my love for you... no form of you can push me away from you. As for me, you are and will always be only my love and my Atlas.” She smiles while holding my face.

“Moreover, these make you even sexier than you already are. So I don’t mind them at all.” She touches the sharp tip of my canines as her lips turn into a smirk, then she turns around and saunters towards the other side of the room.

Facing me again, she crosses her arms while I am unable to look away from her. It seems like even for my beast nothing else exists but her... nothing else matters but her.

The corner of her lips curves into a playful smile, as her eyes hold a twinkle in them.

She knows what kind of power she has on me... and surely loves to use that to her advantage.

While Theo and Felix move to her side, as even they are in their beast form, ready to protect her. Even though with me being here, no harm can come her way, but I truly appreciate their love and loyalty for her.

“Finish them, King.” She motions her hand towards the elders, “Satisfy your thirst for revenge which you suppressed for all these years.” And just like that, her face loses all her compassion as a cold mask falls into its place.

A dark smile settles on my lips as I glance at Edgar, who looks barely alive. However, the slow thumping of his heart is taunting me. No matter, how much I want to plunge my canines in his heart and drink his every drop of blood, but I will not do it.

I will not taste anyone’s blood and contaminate my Queen’s blood which circulating inside my heart. My heart is blessed with my Queen’s blood and I will never let anyone’s blood malign it.

However, this doesn’t mean that their death will be any less painful. I am obliged to fulfill my Regina’s demand, to give them the most painful death ever.

Standing behind Edgar’s head, I hold his head between my hands. Opening his eyes, he stares at me. Fear spread across his features, as blood splatters from his mouth as he attempts to yells.

Grasping his head between my hands, I keep my eyes locked with him as I crush his head between my hands. Splashes of blood paint the floor, as warm red liquid runs down from my arms while my hands are decorated with the remaining of his head.

All the earlier screams quieten, as silence falls on everyone. Only wildly pumping of scared hearts can be heard in this silence. While one strong and steady beating of the heart is the only sound that is keeping me tied to sanity.

“King...” I hear my favorite voice calling me, making me tear my gaze away from the satisfying sight before me.

A small frown forms on my face when I notice an irritated look on the face of my Queen.

What did I do?

“You are not coming anywhere near me, until and unless you have thoroughly washed yourself.” She makes a face while cutely scrunching up her nose in distaste.

Annoyance consumes my senses, that I am not clean enough for my Queen.

His blood made me dirty and my Queen doesn’t like anything which is dirty.

Holding the remaining of his head, which is dangling from his body, I angrily tear it away from his body and throw it against the wall. I tear his flesh from his body as angry snarls vibrate inside my chest.

“I am sorry, Queen.” I glance at Regina who rolls her eyes at me, “Let me clean them first, then I will cleanse myself and make myself presentable before I will come before your eyes.”

“I don’t like mess, King, you know that.” She narrows her eyes at me, which makes me laugh as I know what she is trying to hint.

“Sorry, I forgot that earlier but from now I will keep that in my mind.” I nod my head then taking out a large body bag from the cabinet I walk to Carlos and throws the bag over his body, “No more mess.” I smirk, while I strike my fist at his head crushing it instantly.

“Happy?” I look at her questioning wanting nothing but to please her, as I point at the bloodstain with bits of his brains sticking to the plastic, but nothing is outside the body bag so everything around is neat and clean.

The curve of her lips is the answer to my question, whereas I feel relieved to know that I brought that smile to her face.