The Vampire King’s Captive

BRAN

“Where’s my sister?” Bran barked. He did not come here to watch her have an internal debate with herself. It pissed him off because he knew that her delayed replies only meant that she was thinking about lying to him, and he wasn’t going to have that.

“Your sister?” She had the audacity to look confused.

“Yes,” He snapped impatiently. “My sister.”

“I’ve never met your sister in my life.”

“Funny. It definitely wasn’t a meet and greet when you and your father decided to come into my realm and kill every single one of my family members, save for my sister whom you guys took with you.”

He watched confusion give way to understanding on her face. So she had actually been confused, not knowing who his sister was. How many people exactly had she killed for her to have to struggle to remember who he was talking about?

He watched her throat work around a swallow, her eyes trained on a spot on the ground. “T-t-this is the vampire realm?”

He didn’t answer her, and that was a reply in itself. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes trained above her neck. What he really wanted to do, was let them glide down over her flimsy excuse of a shirt, at the nipples pointing at him.

If he had not been sure before that she was trying to seduce him, now he was. What other reason could there be for changing her appearance and now flossing her nipples at him? It was hot as hell down in the dungeons; there was no way she was cold.

Was she trying to tell him that she was turned on? As if.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He knew what her plan was. Since he had been immune to her when he captured her and brought her in here, she had realised that she wasn’t going to get anywhere with him with the way she looked. She had probably decided to try out another appearance if it would work on him and, bloody hell, he hated to admit it, but it was working.

The first time he had seen her body, he had not been able to think about anything else for the remainder of that day. He had run out of the dungeons and into his room upstairs as fast as his legs could carry him. Yet, even escaping her presence hadn’t done anything to quell his reaction.

Filled with restless energy, he had gone out to the stables to watch the animals. The animals hated him. And that was exactly why he went there.

“You mean…. Im in the vampire realm?” She visibly swallowed, her eyes darting to his face than away. “Right now.”

“Where you are should be the least of your worries.” Bran told her. “Answering my questions, however, should be your utmost priority, seeing as your life depends on it.”

That snapped her eyes towards him and for the first time since Bran had captured her, he saw pure hatred fork out along her eyes. Her eyes flashed silver with the emotion and the action would have shocked him had he not already studied all about sorceresses to know that their eyes flashed silver with intense emotion.

Which meant that she hated him with a passion. Good. He wasn’t here to play the best friend role with her anyway.

“Where is my sister, Maria?” He used her given name deliberately to let her know that he was serious.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” He barely held himself from snapping at her. “You killed everyone except her, then you took her with you. Im assuming there’s a reason you did that.” Blinding rage threatened to consume him as he uttered those words, but he struggled to keep it down.

Everytime he saw her, everytime he thought that she was the cause of his parents death, that she was the one that killed them, he wanted to snap her little neck. And as it was, he was barely holding himself back from doing that. Looking at her alone, was taxing.

Which was why the fact that he found her beautiful and attractive, was appalling.

“Look, I’m just going to tell you what I know.” She started, but she wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes were on a spot over his shoulder. “After we… After I killed them, we-I mean, I took her with us-me and-”

“What did I say about you lying to me?” He cut her off.

She sighed heavily, munching on her lower lip. She looked like she was contemplating on whether to tell him the truth or not. Had she not heard a single thing he said? Did she think that he was here to play games with her?

…And maybe he was.

Come to think of it, all he had ever done was make threats to her, about how she was going to pay for lying to him. All he had ever done to her was make threats. He had not actually went through with any of those threats. That was probably why she had the audacity to even think about lying to him.

He walked over to the door, intent on storming out and thinking about a better technique with her. He wasn’t keen on hurting or torturing women, wasn’t familiar with any concept besides making them feel good and that was the only reason he drew his feet with her. Definitely not because she was hot as hell and he had a boner the size of Africa for her.

He punched the wall-both in frustration and to scare her-as he left and his hands accidentally hit the light switch, effectively turning it off and cloaking the room in black.

He heard a yelp, causing him to freeze and turn around slowly. His eyes narrowed. He flipped the light switch back on and looked at Maria quickly to see the relief wash over her face.

He almost smiled. His suspicions had been confirmed.

Maria was scared of the dark. How fortunate for him to have discovered one if her weaknesses.

“Do you want me to turn the light on when I leave?”

She hesitated, then, “Yes.”

“I’ll do that if you answer my questions. Truthfully.” He said, taking several steps towards her cell. He stopped when he was a few feet away. Farther than he had been before and it was for his own sanity, to be honest.

Her looks was a weakness. One that he couldn’t afford when he questioned her. Or ever. What the Gell was wrong with him anyway? The knowledge that said looks weren’t real should give his boner a fast death, but it didn’t. Instead, it seemed to do the complete opposite.

“I’ll answer your questions.”

The words were soft and uttered in a defeated tone. One that had him looking at her, drawing his eyes to her tired ones. She really did look worse for wear, and in desperate need of a bath. Or two. Maybe he could use that to his advantage too.

“Smart idea.” He should probably try not to sound so co descending now that she had agreed to answer his questions, but he couldn’t help it. “First question; why did you kill my parents?”

She blew out a breath. “I don’t know.”

He ground on his molars. “Try again.”

“I’m telling you the truth.” She threw her arms in the air, exasperated. “I was simply following orders when I did.”

He barked out a humourless laugh. “Whose orders? Yours?”

“Think about it. Do I even know them? I have never been in this realm before that day. Why would I want to kill people that didn’t do anything to me? People that I don’t even know.”

“I should be asking you that.”

“Oh my Gods. If you know you’re not going to believe a single thing I say, then why even bother asking me questions?” She fell back on the cot, the movement and posture causing her shirt to ride up on her stomach, leaving deliciously creamy parts of her skin bare. Her tiny nipples pointed into the air.

A well practised move to distract him. He tore his eyes away.

“You’re a sorceress,” He forced the words out through clenched teeth, a reminder to both himself and her. “You can’t blame me for doubting anything that comes out of your deceitful mouth.”

“What do you have against us?” She asked, staring up at the ceiling.

“Everything.” Pissed, he snapped. “Sit up.” She rolled her eyes, but obeyed him. “Why did you kill everyone except my sister? What use is she to you?”

“I told you before; I don’t know. I was simply following orders.”

He disregarded that. She was still lying to him. Even now that he had promised to leave the lights on for her when he left, she still dared to lie to him.

He decided to give her one last chance.

“Where is she?”

Her eyes darted away when she spoke, proof that she was indeed lying to him. “I don’t know.”

He was done with this. It was high time he showed her that he would make good on his threats if she continued disobeying him.

He turned around, marched to the door and flipped the lights off, slamming the door shut on her panicked cry.