139

*Preet. Preet.*


Wilhelm rolled in his bed as he pried his eyes open. Who the fuck was calling him this late at night? He stretched out his arm and reached for his phone. Popping himself up on his elbow, he read the caller ID, cursing hard when he realized who it was.

Why the heck didn’t she call him since? Why now, when he was tired?

Sighing, he answered and put the phone to his ear.

“Leira, what is it now? I told you to never call me at night.”

“I was really worried about you. Willy, don’t you think it’s time you came home?”

Wilhelm didn’t consider that gigantic palace as his home, but he wasn’t ready to tell Leira that. “My name is Wilhelm, not Willy. Besides, I did tell you that I would only return after my position as the Crown Prince has been secured. So, if you’re calling to say this, end this call at once.”

She sniffed. “Your cruel words affect me. Surely you mustn't plan on leaving me here all alone.”

He bristled. “You’re not alone. My sisters are there, my brother as well.”

“None of them are you Wilhelm. Please come back to me.”

He held the phone away from his ear and that’s when he heard it. The faint shouting of hid name. He listened closely and it became clearer. He hung up on Leira and advanced to the windowsill. His eyes widened as he saw Amar clinging to the iced wall.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Climbing up to meet you. I thought it was that obvious.”

He laughed. Amar never failed to amuse him. “The palace was made out of ice to prevent climbing, so I doubt you would be successful. Wait there, let me come get you.”

He leaped over the windowsill and landed swiftly beside Amar. She rolled her eyes at his theatrics. What a show off, she thought as she let him carry her up to his room. He shut the windows once they were inside. A wave of dizziness hit him as he set Amar down. Panting, he held onto the dresser to prevent himself from collapsing.

Amar shot him a look. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why are you here?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” she replied, nearing him. “Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Yeah, I am. What did you want to talk about?”, he asked, watching her.

She sighed and sat on his bed. For a split second, Wilhelm imagined her naked and sweaty on it, as he pounded into her from behind. He shook his head to get rid of the thought.

“I believe you recognized Colin’s body in the courtyard.”

”Colin?”

“The boy you killed, idiot.”

“Oh. What about him?”

“Toreh and I are the reason his body was there.”

Wilhelm’s eyes widened as the weight of her words sank in. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“We were so angry. We had to get rid of the body somehow.”

“And dumping it in the palace was a good idea?”

She huffed. “I told you, we were angry. Plus, this is all your fault. If you hadn’t killed Colin, we wouldn’t have to be dealing with his dead body.”

“You should have asked for my help.”

“Well, hello! When I called you to do that, you treated me like shit. I hung up out of anger”

He paced the room. “You have to come clean. You just have to come clean.”

Amar was baffled. “Wilhelm if I wanted to come clean, don’t you think I would have done so back then in the courtyard? I came here because I needed your help, not because I wanted you to write me a suicide note.”

“So, what do we do?”

“We can’t run since the exits are locked. We can’t confess because that is straight up death. What we can do however, is get someone to practice Toreh’s fake handwriting.”

He frowned. So, Toreh is the one who wrote the letter. “If it’s fake then why are you so bothered?”

“We just want to be secured. So, that someone who will take her place has to be tested first before Toreh.”

”Yeah, but how do we find that someone? Mind you, that someone has to learn Toreh’s handwriting and I don’t know how long that will take.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Everyone would be present at the ball. Children would be taken aside. The ballrooms of the palace would be used. The ballrooms of this palace would be used for the adults and elderly. The ballrooms at the Kongsmóðir palace would be used for youths. The ballroom of the third would be used for people from ages ten to eighteen.”

“Toreh falls in that category and so do I. I suppose the children of ages ten would be tested first?”

“Yes.”

“Therefore, that someone has to be below fifteen years and can write just like my sister.”

“I can’t believe you. You want an innocent child to die on your sister’s behalf?”

“Not just hers but mine as well. I know it’s selfish, but I don’t have a choice. Someone must be blamed and it can’t just be us.”

He sighed, Amar’s scent flooding his nostrils. She would die if he gave into the temptation so he put more distance between them, breathing hard. He was still hungry. She couldn’t be here f the hunger took over.

”Wilhelm?”

“What?”

“Are you sure you’re alright? Your eyes are a darker red.”

“I’m fine, just hungry.”

“Well, there’s food in the kitchen.”

He laughed. “I’m not hungry for food Amar.”

“Oh! Well, why didn’t you eat since?”

“The king has refused me from eating.”

Her eyes widened. “He can’t do that, can he?”

“He’s the king. He can do whatever he wants.”

“But why? I thought you two were related or something.”

“I was supposed to leave with my father and the rest of the other vampires. I refused and the king ordered that I shall not feed on any of his subjects or from the blood bank.”

She sighed. “He doesn’t have to know, does he?”

“He’ll find out.”

“Well, you have to do something!”, she exclaimed. “You can’t just stay like this.”

He chuckled. “I’ve been doing a fine job so far.”

She got up and approached him. He backed away. “Amar, don’t come any closer. Stay away from me.”

She ignored him and kept walking. His back hit the door and she stopped before hum, taking off her shawl and revealing her bare shoulders. Wilhelm swallowed hard.

“Feed on me.”

“You’re the king’s subject. I cannot…”

She touched his cheek. “See this as a token of my appreciation for saving my sister’s life in future.”

“Amar…”

“Do it.”

“I can’t!”

“Why not? It’s not so hard is it? All you have to do is sink your pretty little teeth into me and suck.”

He swallowed hard. “You think my teeth is pretty?”

“Stop changing the subject and just feed on me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you Amar.”

“You won’t hurt me. You’re simply going to feed.”

“You don’t understand. I might not be able to stop.”

“Then don’t stop,” she whispered, stepping closer.

“Are you sure that this is what you want?”

“I can’t work with a hungry vamp, can I? so relax, take what you need.”

“If I touch you inappropriately, don’t resent me.”

Before she could ask him what he meant, he spun her around and sunk his teeth into her flesh. Pleasure bubbled within her the moment his teeth broke the skin on her neck and Amar was surprised. Why wasn’t she in pain? Moreso, why was he touching her? Is this what he meant by his earlier statement?

Wilhelm’s right hand wandered down and Amar let him, because she didn’t want to spoil whatever this was. What she couldn’t tolerate however was him cupping her boobs.

His fingers splayed over her sex and Amar wondered how he had ripped off her panties without her realizing. She stood still as he stroked her gently, causing her to shiver. Fuck, she had never felt like this with Aspen.

“Wilhelm,” she warned, but the prince paid no attention. He penetrated her with ease just as he pinched her book, eager to find her nipple through the material. Amar cursed herself for being wet. She was supposed to be in pain, but why was she feeling ecstatic?

Another wave of pleasure hit her when his fingers started to move. He worked his wat in and out of her sex and Amar leaned into him, whimpering. She arched her back, unconsciously rubbing her butt against his swollen manhood. Wilhelm groaned against her skin just as his name rolled off her tongue.

This had to stop. She was at the brink of an orgasm, and the last thing she needed was coating his fingers with her cum. She didn’t trust him to that extent. She slapped his arm, but he wouldn’t let go. She elbowed him and he released her, reluctantly. He wanted more blood. But most importantly, he wanted her.

“Are you okay?”, he asked, his hooded eyes observing her. The shape of her ass as she bent to pick up her panties. He kept looking as she wore them, the sight of her dripping cunt away from his naked eyes.

She pulled down the hem of her gown and looked at him. “I don’t know. You fingered me!”

“You seemed to like it.”

She scoffed. “Is this how you behave with all the females you’ve fed on?”

“It’s a normal thing for vampires, darling. It keeps them from passing out.”

“Touching her without her consent is wrong!”

“You knew what you were getting into when you asked me to bite you!”

“No, I didn’t!”, she shouted. “I let you feed on me so that you would help Toreh and not because I wanted your hand between my thighs!”

“Well, if it’s my head you want, I can put it there now.”

Amar shook her head to get rid of the mental image. “You will not touch me again.”

”What if you touch me?”

She glared at him. “You will not touch me again Wilhelm.”

“Fine.”

“Good. How are you feeling now?”

“Better,” he replied before frowning. “Your wound seems to have healed. How’s that possible?”

She touched her neck. “I don’t know.”

But she did know. This was a sign that she was getting closer to becoming one of them.

A monster.