Chapter three

Chapter three

He sucked upon her lower lip, ravishing it possessively while he let his hands slide down the sides of her body.

Abraham pulled his face away to look into her eyes. Grey, teary and dazed from the moment. It was the blonde maid from the other day. And ohh all he planned to do to her since he set eyes on her that day...

Using his right hand, the Prince tipped her jaw upward and ran his tongue down the length of her slender neck.

She jerked slightly and stifled a moan, digging her nails into his bare back.

Well two could play in that game.

The maid wasn't so affected when she felt his clutch around her tighten. To her, he was in the height of arousal. But then something sharp pricked into the skin at her waist. It did not take much thought to realize they were claws.

Now she gasped, regretting she had to learn the painful way that the rumors about him were true.

The future King was not human!

When she tried to pull away, the claws went deeper through her, immediately followed by something even worse.

Replacing his tongue at the base of her throat were fangs; curved, pointed and razor sharp.

She whelmed and begged when he just grazed past without biting. But her voice of plea were reduced to silent sulks when he dug his teeth into her skin.

***

"I didn't mean for any of them to die," Abraham shrugged innocently, "I just tend to get hungry when aroused, and I feed when hungry. You cannot possibly blame me for that, can you?"

The woman he spoke to raised a brow as she drew a shadow of a smile, "You are going to be King Abraham. You cannot go on feeding on your female subjects one by one."

"Weak mortals," he spat, "I almost wonder at their usefulness here on Earth. Surely losing a little amount of blood shouldn't be able to kill them."

Calpurnia was still smiling unbelievably at him. Finally, she sighed, "You know why I was banished from Decresh?"

The Prince faked a thinking bubble. After successfully messing with her patience, he declared, " Oh! Because you were rumoured to be a witch which you truly are. "

"Not because I'm just a witch, " Calpurnia said,"They thought I meant harm, which I didn't. Wait till they realize their King is friends with the devil. "

Abraham Tonnel laughed in what looked like mockery," What will they do. Kill me? I don't find it exciting preaching my immortality to you every bloody time. To hell with what they think. I plan to rule till world's end. "

" And if they try to bring you down, " she tilted her head expectantly, half expecting the lad to give a proud response like he always did.

And today wasn't any different," Oh please! Give me three sacrificial bodies of blood and I can burn down the entire Kingdom without a fuss. "

He waited for a rebuke on her part just so he could boast some more. Rather, she sighed in the most disturbing of ways, "Do not forget the purpose of your reincarnation Abraham; to save humanity. They are pesky creatures yes. But we need them as much as they need us."

The Prince did not say anything to that.

In fact, he was relieved when her son stepped in then, a brunet of fifteen, having one of the best set of features that made Abraham smile.

"Abraham!" He shrieked and half ran to him, wrapping his arms about the Prince in a near clutch.

The witch swirled up from her seat, letting out a dramatic gasp, "Ramiel. You should learn to bow from now on."

Abraham just smiled and waved her off, "Ignore your mother! You are welcome to order me about if you so desire."

He gave the boy's cheek a final tap and said, "I have to leave now. My coronation begins soon."

Without any further ado, after a short smile to the woman, the Prince vanished.

***

"By the laws of our people, the blood of our fathers and the eyes of every heart that watches now, " the vicar declared with the golden crown crested in his hands, " I crown you Abraham Tonnel, King of Decresh. "

And ever so slowly, he lowered the crown upon the bowed head of the young man...immortal. Either way. Even when he knew this coronation was going to change their lives forever.

A smile played on the King's face...sinister and satisfied.

He rose from his knees and came to his feet with his usual calm and turned around to relish the look on the faces of his new subjects.

Nobody seemed to be glad about it...even more to widen his smile.

He snatched the sceptre in one possessive grip and rose along the short flight of steps to take a seat on HIS throne.

That throne that was once a fantasy for him.

Deep within, he could see old women stifle cries of helplessness, old men shake their heads in disapproval and his brothers...

They had their heads low in shame, seething together in the corner while he was going to rule.

Everything was his now...them inclusive.

At the thought, a spark of flame flickered in his eyes.

***

If she was mortal, she might as well have chosen to kill herself!

Razia joined her knees to her chest, wobbling nonstop with her eyes lost in the distance. Tears left trails on her cheeks one by one, the images from her last trance flooding in.

What was she...

One question she'd been asking herself since she was five..

She could make water dance to her every wish, freeze and melt it again and again. Make rain! As exciting as it should have been, it also meant she got to live within these cold, brick walls every single day, where she could do no harm to any of the clan.

But now, it seemed the brick walls could not hold her in any longer. Now she found herself growing stronger with a power she could not control.

It controlled her...forced her in its majestic trance now and then that made her own family afraid of her.

Not once had she been under that spell that she hadn't done some damage. Today it was her father.

She came back to reality as her door creaked open.

The butler that stood by it refused to come in. He lurked around a bit before finally stammering the words, "Your mother asks for your presence in the living room my lady."

Just as the words left his lips, he turned away and squeezed out rapidly.

Was this life...where everyone feared you?

The water demon heaved a sigh before wiping the liquid off her face. With a swish of her cloak, she staggered out and followed the man, her eyes watching her hand nervously, praying the trance wouldn't come back now...or ever!

Certainly she had expected this call. But when she stepped into the living room and noticed a small family gathering, several gasps of air left her lungs and she knew she wasn't going to like this.

What now?

She should be locked in the dungeons?

A few stepped back at her presence, their chests falling and rising with their eyes flaring in fear.

Nothing new there...

Slowly, Razia turned to look at the woman who bore her, realising her eyes had swollen from crying. Automatically, she began stalking closer. But then the woman took two steps back and raised a hand, "Just...go away Razia."

The water demon paused in her tracks and took one knowing look at all of them. This had to be an exaggeration.

"You don't mean that..."

"Please..." the recent widow sniffed and closed her eyes, forced her shivering body still, and spoke up, "Your presence here is a threat to the rest of us."

Miya Singh, second of the Asian family took up from where her mother had stuttered off, although she wasn't any better at shielding the fear, "We do not know who you are anymore...or what you are. But until you are able to control what presently controls you, I'm afraid it is going to be difficult to be around you. I'm so sorry."

Razia lost her words at this point. As much as she tried to understand, another part of her hated them for this.

Just as the flint of rage had begun to erupt, she felt the blood in her veins turn cold... and she stopped.

And understood.

"Fine," her gaze dropped to the floor, "I'll leave."

And that was what she planned to do...all alone. Until;

"I'm coming with you," came the words from her older brother."Even if you end up killing me in one of those possessive smokescreens of yours, at least I won't be alive while I stand back and watch you wander in the wrath of danger."

She gave a small smile, looked up at Sam Singh and tipped her head back towards the doorway.

And he followed.