Loved By a Vampire King

In the Resthouse Of Davina, a dead silence passed between them after Jessie spatted those words with her back facing Shanz. She could hear him taking heavy breath right behind her neckline. As if he was stabbed by a powerful knife, he stopped talking at once. Nothing can be more painful than hearing words of distrust from the person that you love wholeheartedly. Shanz was feeling the same bitterness at that moment. Until now, he never realized that he had stooped so low in her eyes that he would force himself to the woman that he loved dearly.

Shanz swallowed down his bitter feelings and released her wrists before backing off. No one tried to attempt another round of fight. Both stayed in same place and Shanz's eyes were always on her back. He had nothing to retort against her words. The tree of hatred had grown up with an unbelievable height and there was no turning back.

Jessie swallowed down repeatedly. She could hear her own body tensing as each moment passed between them. After a moment spending in silence, Jessie turned around to face Shanz with a smile of mockery on her face. Arms crossed over her chest, she spoke sarcastically,

" Why did you stop, Prince Shanz? Isn't that what you want?"

Shanz clenched his fists aside tightly. It was hard to distinguish whether she was lowering herself down or hurting Shanz indirectly who didn't expect such words from Jessie. Shanz looked away before replying in a cold, strained voice,

" I don't like those woman who make themselves vulnerable willingly, Princess Jessie."

Jessie shrugged before looking away from him. This feelings were suffocating and she was aware that if she stayed any longer, her tears wouldn't listen to her. She better ran away before exposing something that she never wanted to do.

Her eyes caught the red long coat that laid across the bed. It was new and untouched. Judging by the design on it, she could guess that it was for woman. Her eyes blinked up at Shanz strangely.

Did Shanz bring it for her?

She didn't want to flatter herself with such thoughts and walked over to take the coat to wrap herself completely under it. Shanz's eyes followed her every move. There was a change on his expression when he saw her getting on her clothes which reffered that she had the intention of leaving now. A sudden panic coursed through his mind and subconsciously he wanted her to stay a bit longer or beg her to stay a bit longer. Those words were stuck in his throat awkwardly and he couldn't spill them out no matter how much his heart said.

Why was it so difficult to ask her stay? Was it because he was guilty?

Jessie put away her emotions forcefully. Her only thought was to leave the room as soon as possible and she had followed her mind taking one large stride towards the door without anymore words. One step away from passing the door, Shanz's broken voice abruptly came from her back,

" Stay!!"

Her breathing hitched and she could hear her own heartbeat speeding up like a running horse. With the dwelling of decisions whether to stay or not, Jessie turned herself aside to shoot Shanz a questioning glare.

Shanz's face was still cold as usual but there was hint of unspeakable pleading gesture in his eyes. After clearing his burning throat awkwardly, he reasoned sounding cold and composed,

" I meant.. It's not safe for you to return at this hour in Basarisk. This resthouse is full of notorious men as you have seen already. I suggest you to spend the night here. Tomorrow I will arrange someone to send you back."

Jessie didn't seem convinced by his reasons. Spending a night with him could break down every walls that she had put around her so far. Her lips pressed together before she snorted like a sassy bitch that she was,

" I don't need protection from any men, Prince Shanz. I can handle myself alone. Goodbye!"

Jessie clutched the doorknob right after she blurted those words. A helpless sigh passed through Shanz's lips when he heard the arrogant, determination behind her tone. He spoke making her halt in her track once again,

" You don't want to owe me, do you?"

Jessie paused abruptly in her pace and looked back at him to glare. Meeting her furious eyes, he further explained like a gentleman in a patient voice,

" If you encounter any danger in this resthouse, I will have no choice but to rescue you, Princess Jessie. In that case, you will owe me again. I believe that you don't want to owe me in this life. If you still want to leave this room, you can go ahead."

Jessie's expression stiffened after his words. Though she didn't want to stay back in this place, Shanz was really right this time. While staying in Davina in the past, she heard from Shanz that this resthouse run various malicious crimes. Her family including Cedric everyone was worried about Isabella already. She didn't want to make them more worried about her.

Reconsidering everything inside her head, she found it the safest way to wait here till morning. Her lips sucked uncomfortably and after a while, she whispered with a snort,

" You are right! I don't want to owe you. So I will stay."

Shanz couldn't help but smiling at her way back to the bed before slumping down on it angrily. Walking over to the corner of a room slowly, he spoke reaching out to pour a glass of water for her,

" What a night we have! Great moments with ex, huh?"

Jessie rolled her eyes back annoyingly. She couldn't believe that this man was so shamelessly boasting the fact that they were each others ex. Memory came back to haunt her thought and subconsciously, she blurted out bitterly,

" I think, spending the night with my ex who manipulated me to kill my family members seem more appropriate. What do you think, Prince Shanz?"

Back to the Dixon Palace, Frenchies was frozen in his spot after Cedric informed him about the discovery that he made earlier. To avoid anyone evasdropping on their secret conversation, Cedric had taken Frenchies into his personal corridor which led into Ayra's room straight.

Frenchies was still coming down from the tension that he felt and was breathing heavily. His thoughts were bewildering as he spoke stammering on his own words in distress,

" How..how is that possible, my Lord? He should be sleeping for 1000 years. This isn't his time to wake up unless..."

Frenchies swallowed down his words uncomfortably and looked up at Cedric with worry. Cedric lit up a cigarette and completed those words that Frenchies was going to utter,

" Unless someone has awakened up personally."

Frenchies frowned and gritted his teeth together. He knew the consequences and everything will be destroyed if they don't hold him back. Frenchies groaned blurting,

" Who will dare to do that, my Lord? It is like plotting against you. What are you going to explain to Lady if she meets him someday?"

Cedric looked into the distance and the smoke on his face made it hard to read through his expression. As he continued taking slow puffs from his cigarette, he replied indifferently,

" The question is that will she choose to stay by my side?"

Frenchies had a troubled expression on his face. He knew that Cedric had no longer held a temporary feelings on Ayra. He would be broken terribly if Ayra leaves his side and his broken side will only awaken the demon living inside his heart, a demon without humanity, a demon who love only blood, a demon without feelings. Then he would end up destroying everything around him.

Frenchies didn't want to predict the bad side but he was fearful for his lord and for this family. Frenchies hesitated before asking nervously,

" What if she chooses him over you after knowing that you claimed her to break the history? What will you do then, my Lord? You seem to care for her too much."

Silence prevailed between them and Frenchies couldn't help but tensing up subconsciously. He waited for his answer and stood nearby closely. Cedric breathed a long sigh and released a strong gush of smoke through his cold lips.

His lips curled up into a sinister smile which made Frenchies stiffened in his own spot without feeling the dare to breath. Turning aside to cast Frenchies a side glance, Cedric replied with a deep sensual voice,

" Then she would be joining his father in grave undoubtedly, Frenchies. If she can't be mine, she can't be his not now not ever. My possession is terrible, you know better than anyone."

Cedric laughed maliciously after his wife and returned his gaze to the distance slowly. Frenchies gulped before lowering his eyes down. He solemnly prayed that Ayra would never face this side of him. Because hating the person that you love is the most powerful spell in this world.. Once you are in, there is no turning back.