I was lost, a leaden blanket lay over my limbs, pinning me down, darkness and pain consuming my every moment. I struggled vainly against it, yet found no escape.
Warmth wrapped around me, a guiding and golden light shining to me in the depths of my imprisonment. Strength slowly returned to my limbs, and I felt a strong force lifting me upwards, the scent of this creature enveloping me. The feel of a pulse thrummed against my skin, and my fangs eagerly descended. I lunged forward, burying them in the warm skin, tearing through the sensitive tissue.
Blood invaded my mouth, and a low growl settled into my chest. Heaven, Nirvana, Paradise, Elysium, Arcadia, these were the feelings coursing through me. The blood flowing into me was heavenly, rich, pure, and brimming with power my body craved. I felt my strength return in quick strides, the blood pouring into me from this vessel touched me to the core.
I brought my hands up, grasping at my prey before me, my hands catching their jaw and jerking it to the side. I broke from the skin for a moment, savouring the taste of their essence flowing into me, before driving my fangs once more into their delicate flesh. I wanted more.
Their blood filled me up, my grip tightening on my prey. It did not even struggle as I drew long and greedy gulps from their body. This was good, I did not need to waste any effort in subduing my prey. I sensed their heartbeat slowing, a sign of their diminishing strength.
I felt their hands vainly press against my chest. They would not succeed in stopping me. They were weak and I was strong.
A voice sounded in my ears, a low whisper against my skin.
"Zak......please." my prey spoke against me. It was a call that I knew.
It snapped me from my frenzy driven madness, and as I tasted the blood in my mouth, I recognized the sweet and potent taste of his blood. The red haze that filled my mind retreated for an instant.
I removed my fangs from the throat beneath my lips. I opened my eyes and looked down at my prey. Self-loathing rose within me, I had drunk from Oscar like a raving animal, like a new-born.
I felt sick as I gazed down at him, at the ugly wounds at his neck from where I had bitten him, the wounds refusing to heal despite the healing abilities his body held.
My wrist unthinkingly moved to my mouth, my fangs tearing into my own flesh. Clasping the back of Oscar's head, I held him to me and pressed my wrist against his lips.
My blood flowed from the wound and down his throat, my lips voicing silent prayers as I waited for him to heal. I knew the Fae were difficult to kill, but I had no idea just how much punishment his body could take. Slowly I saw the wounds on his throat seal closed, I saw his eyelids flutter and as they blinked open, I saw a ring of silver now surrounded those beautiful blue-green eyes.
Relief washed over me, and an overriding sense of guilt that I had almost lost him. Lost him because I had fed to excess from this bewitching fae.
From MY bewitching fae.
"Sweetling, can you hear me?"
I asked my fingers trembling slightly as I gently stroked his cheeks.
He turned his head towards me, and a broad and beaming smile spread across his lips, his teeth still stained by my blood.
"It worked."
"What the hell do you mean it worked?"
I asked feeling anger bubbling up beneath the surface of my usually calm demeanour.
"I managed to heal you."
He said, a stupid smile plastered across his face.
"It was a foolish thing to do Oscar. Never put yourself in danger like that again. I could so easily have killed you."
My mind running through that particular scenario in explicit detail.
"Your blood is hard enough to resist when I am in possession of my full faculties, let alone when I am gravely injured and half crazed with thirst."
I said, trying vainly to drill the sheer danger that Oscar exposed himself to.
"I couldn't let you lie here helpless, knowing I could save you." He said.
"You are acting like a petulant child Oscar, risking your life like that was reckless."
I said, my fangs itching with the urge to drop and assert my dominance over him.
"You don't get to tell me what I can and cannot do Zachariah." He said, his eyes flaring with an inner light.
I swiftly moved off the bed my muscles taut as I tried to reign in the rage now building inside my chest. Oscar needed to understand just who was in charge here.
"I am King in this land Oscar. I rule over the most organised race of all the supernaturals here. I directly decide the fate of thousands, which indirectly affects the fate of millions in this part of the world."
"When I give an instruction, I expect it to be followed."
I said, turning around to face him, allowing my fangs to drop with an audible snick.
"How can you expect us to be equals in this relationship if I'm nothing more than your bitch doing as I am told."
Oscar said, rising from the bed, his shoulders squaring up against me and his chin jerking up petulantly.
"Do not take my statement to mean that I do not care for you. In here,"
I said motioning my arm around the bedroom,
"We are as equals, in all matters but your safety. But out there,"
I said, motioning an arm to the door,
"Out there, I am King. And with that comes an expectation of fealty and respect."
I said, staring up at him, trying very hard to express the gravity of this.
"So, I'm expected to be a sycophant hanging off your every word?"
"Never be afraid to voice your thoughts to me, but never challenge me in public. That would show weakness."
I said noticing the way his shoulders slowly slumped as each word fell from my lips, and his heart thudded in his chest more rapidly.
"I don't belong in this world of politics. I'm only going to cause problems for you if I stay here."
He said, his hands fidgeting in front of him.
"You think I care more about that than keeping you here?"
