Loved By a Vampire King

Her words shuddered the hunterman who had been grinded against the hardness of tree pretty badly. His eyes dialeted slightly once her words came out and the strength that she used to hold on the man was invincible. Each time, her fingers moved, he could sense his inner bones breaking apart.

The man managed to squeeze out two words between his pants,

" Let go! "

Ayra smiled at his pleading state smugly. Her vampire instinct was delighted to taste his fresh blood but at the same time, she started enjoying his helpless, fragile state.

Not sure what to do with the man, Ayra twisted his neck carefully this time. Vaguely calculated inside her thoughts that she needed the man alive, she threw his fragile body over the ground. When the man stumbled falling down on his chest, Ayra scrutinized her brows together. She spotted a few bunches of needle behind his back.

Her anger aroused again after noticing them. Stepping ahead to the man from back, she questioned in a deep voice,

" Where did you get this needles? Are you from DAVINA? Speak! "

Despite the pains and hurt, the man refused to utter a single word. Instead he grunted attempting to let out his claws,

" You bitch.."

Ayra staggered a step back once she noticed that the man's hands and feets were transforming slowly into claws. But he failed since the light rays of sunshine was making their way inside the forest and was falling on his petite body.

The man let out a frustrated growl,

" Fuck! "

He was depressed after not getting into his real shape. Once he attempted to get up from the ground, Ayra swiftly placed her feet over his thighs and caused friction on it, made sure that few of his bones were fractured.

The man howled impatiently,

" You bitch.. let go of me..."

Ayra gritted her teeth together. Circling her feet on his broken joints, she demanded for her answer rudely,

" I still want my answer!! "

The man replied trying to trick Ayra with his words,

" I .. will.. only.. respond to his highness.."

Ayra sighed mournfully at the man's request. Loosening her feet from his thighs, she snorted sarcastically,

" Hmm! It seems like you don't cherish for a painless death. Let me call him then. Well, don't tell me later that I didn't warn you."

The man didn't understand the meaning behind her words. Ayra turned around to call for Cedric but the man appeared on his side before she could part open her lips.

Startled by his sudden appearance, Ayra tilted her head aside to hear him say softly,

" You all right, Princess?"

Ayra gave him a low hum and pointed at the man who was laying flat on the ground. Cedric pulled her back to stare down at the man deeply. Taking in counter of his facial attributes, he barked stepping on his half broken limbs,

" Who sent you, speak?"

The man howled frightened by his cold, ruthless voice. The more he delayed, Cedric pressed on his aching limbs painfully. Ayra informed shaking her head helplessly to the man that she warned earlier,

" He has those needles."

Ayra pointed at the tiny pouch that the man had on his back hanging. Following Ayra's direction, Cedric spotted the those needles and his lips twisted in sarcasm.

A chuckle escaped from his lips as he spoke twinkling his eyes at Ayra,

" You didn't believe that he is the real owner of this needles, princess?"

Ayra blinked her eyes twice stupifiedly. Scanning the man who was pressed underneath his feet, she rebuked unknowingly,

" Well..I haven't thought too much about it..How do you know?"

Cedric reasoned positioning himself over the man so that he could uplift his legs in the air,

" Look at his outfit, Princess! Such a shabby dress, why would he bother to provoke the Royals unreasonably unless he was paid to do this or he had some difficulties?"

Ayra was amused by his sharp judgement. She hummed in agreement and watched him lifting the man's left leg skillfully in the air. Her expression grimaced once she imagined what was he planning to do with his leg.

Cedric questioned the man one more time,

" Tell me, who sent you?"

With all the aching limbs, the man was thrashing underneath his body. He howled in pain but chose to stick with the lie,

" No... one.. Listen to me..Your Highness...I don't like you...I thought of killing you.. that's why..aahh.."

His words were left unfinished. Cedric without any ounce of sympathy discarded his left leg from his waistline. A shirll cry echoed through the forest, frightened the birds and creatures who heard such painful scream.

Even Ayra had to take a step back awkwardly. Though she was a fighter, such cruel punishment frightened her. Once the man was nearly on the verge of his death, Cedric left the leg on his side and came over to take Ayra away from his dead body. He could read the discomfort on her face.

Ayra murmured without looking back at the man,

" But we didn't know the truth."

Cedric hung one of his arm leisurely around her shoulder and smirked before lecturing seriously,

" Don't believe in each evidence, princess. Your opponent would love to distract you always. You must follow your own instincts."

Ayra mentally took a note of his words. Wandering how would they find out the real culprit, she questioned narrowing her eyes,

" Then what should we do now? "

Cedric halted in their track a little. With a wicked smile, he responded pulling her closer to look straight into her eyes,

" Consider it as another death of us. Well, it's just this time, we will wander around the graveyards. Ar first, I have to know that which one of wolf's grave has been digged out again."

Ayra added from her own judgement,

" I have a bad feeling about this needle. I must know why am I smelling different hopefully from brother Alex."

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