With her hands held behind her back, Madeline struggled to get away from him but that only amused him further, "I want to go back to the room," she said to him, her breath of words falling not too far away from him and the grip on her tightened but not too tight to bruise her skin.
Somewhere Calhoun knew it would come to this but who knew she would find the opportunity to run away from the castle, moving past the guards and making halfway away from this place. After a while, she had stopped moving to realise that there was no point in her struggling.
Madeline could feel his breath. It tickled and tried to entice her, "So stubborn," he whispered to her.
Calhoun's natural black hair which was combed back fell on his face now—creating a shadow which she noticed when he pulled away from her face to look at her. Maybe if Madeline was not intent on defying and trying to get away from him, she would have noticed why there were rumours about him being a devil's reincarnation when it came to looks. It was told that when a woman would cross path with the devil, she would fall on his feet because of the way he looked and the words he could spin in his web.
His mouth parted and his jaw moved, his tongue playing with the fangs that grew and Madeline's eyes widened.
He moved forward, his fangs lightly scraping the surface of her neck and Madeline had to make sure she didn't move at the fear of those fangs sinking into her skin.
"Do you know, Madeline, since I met you anything I drink feels like low-quality blood. I have sunk my teeth so many times, but I don't find the satisfaction at the thought of how your blood might taste on my lips. It makes my mouth water," he said those words to hear her heart beating quickly. It brought a wicked smile on his lips, "And to think you're right here."
"Please don't kill me," she pleaded. Her eyes squeezed together in fear, her body running down with termors at the thought of him going to kill her.
She had heard how the night creatures killed people with their bare hands apart with the sheer strength of their body. People like her, who were humans were brought up to know and understand that the night creatures killed people without any mercy and had no remorse over their actions. To them, they were nothing but a source of food.
Calhoun was surprised, and if there was one thing he knew, Madeline was a silly little girl for not listening to a word he had been telling her, "Killing is the last thing I would do when there are so many other interesting things which I can do to you. It would be such a waste to kill you."
His eyes moved from her neck to look at her face, and he noticed how her brown eyes glistened. When she was looking up at him, one side of his lips pulled up, "Consequences, sweet girl," a small tear slipped from one side of her eye at the thought he was going to kill her and Calhoun bent forward, his tongue catching it.
Madeline's eyes widened, "W-what are you doing?" she asked in shock.
"Not doing what I want to," he stared at her face before moving away from her, "Leave," his voice turning cold.
Madeline frowned at his words.
It was like his mood had changed with a blink of an eye. But one word was enough from him to have her move out of the bed and make a run towards the door. Her hands tried to open the door, but the lock appeared to be different as it took her four more seconds before she was able to open it. She turned to see Calhoun, who had his back facing her. When his head moved to the side, without spending another second, she ran out of the room to go to the place she was given in this castle.
When she reached the room, her hands continued to shake, but the tears that had threatened to slip out of her eyes previously at the thought of him biting and sucking her blood until the last drop had dried up because of the wind.
Neither Madeline nor her family had ever met a night creature before. Calhoun was the first vampire, and the man was too intense that it was hard not to shudder under his gaze. She had hoped to escape from the castle, especially with her luck to get a ride out of this place. But who knew that Calhoun was adamant in catching her to bring her back to the one place she didn't want to be. She knew if it was another girl like her sister, Beth, she would have taken this opportunity to get close to the King but how could she when she never had any intention or feelings towards him. Instead, she shared minimal feelings with James.
The King scared her. His dark red eyes were intimidating, the words he uttered were cunning, and he had killed people in front or around her.
She locked the door, stepping away while being surrounded in silence until she heard the howl of the wolf that was possibly left out in the open. Going towards the bed, she climbed and pulled the pillow to hold.
Hearing Madeline leave the room, he raised his hand to weave it through his thick locks of hair. His hair fell on one side of his face while he stared at the bed where he had held her under him.
His feet made its way to the bath where freshwater was filled until the brim. Walking down the stairs that led into the bath, he continued to step closer into the cold water with his clothes on. Dipping into the bath, to immerse himself completely, he finally got out of it to cool his head.
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