Chapter 63 - Dream Of Me*

Trigger warning - The word "blood" comes up a lot in this chapter.
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It was a bloody mess.

Blood on the floor, blood on the walls, blood on their bodies.

Just splashes here and there, not a enough to form pool of whatever size, yet it was no exaggeration that they had gone at each other crazily.

Laura had Zezi trapped on the floor beneath her, her claws raised, her eyes red with burning rage, while Zezi looked up at her with sick smile on her face.

"Why do we always got to find ourselves in this position, uhn?" She chuckled, the slight cut across her face healing, it was just a nick anyways. "Do you need more encouragement again?"

Laura hissed.

"Alright then." The smile wiped off her face. "Do it."

"You fucking bitch!"

"You curse like a trainwreak. Good thing we don't have kids around, right?" She chuckled again.

Laura frowned, standing up and offering her a hand to do the same, but Zezi didn't accept her hand, she stood up on her own, dusting off her gown.

"You almost tricked me right there to believe you were an worthy opponent."

"Whatever rocks your boat." Laura snapped, blinking, her gaze raking the room as she tried to calm herself down.

The effect of the King tossing her into the dungeon last time because of this stupid wolf was still affecting her.

A stain on her honor.

A threat to her place as the most important to the King.

The disgrace.

Nobody said anything about it because they dared not, but the thought of them even thinking about her as someone the King could punish like everybody else was enough degradation to her.

What nonsense!

She really needed to get rid of this wolf once and for all or else, the far future might be too late.

But how?

"You've become bitter." The werewolf's annoying voice seeped into her ears and she shut her eyes, groaning a little before letting out a hiss. "Could it be due to the recent incident."

Her gaze snapped up at her.

What recent incident was this lowly creature talking about? This creature that was next to nothing to her shouldn't even have a voice to speak with.

This was a complete disrespect.

"Like your brother throwing you in the dungeon becau--"

Laura flung her ninja stars straight towards her, but Zezi had seen it coming and she did the same, dodged her attack while launching her own.

Laura pulled out the ninja star that were now stuck into one side of her belly, a smile on her face.

Silver couldn't hurt her. How stupid was this wolf?

"All this," she tossed the ninja stars with her blood and Zezi's blood on the jagged edges on the floor, "still a fucking waste--" her teeth jammed sharply together in pain that hit her like a trainwreak.

Zezi chuckled knowingly.

"But that's your just blood, ah, my brother's blood still runs in your veins you don't deserve-- ahhhh!" The words pushed through her teeth.

"You can accept this as a returned favour for scarring me with that silver."

She fell to her kneels, looking up at Zezi who had now walked a couple of steps closer to her.

"His Majesty already punished me for that!"

"But, I haven't. So, you are welcome."

Then she moved back, ripping her sleeves that were stained with blood, revealing the cuts underneath, that were still healing and the blood that smeared her arms.

"In case I run into your brother. I don't want some sibling war coming up because of me," she cocked her eyebrow, "a mere werewolf."

Laura stood up heavily, adjusting her jacket over her shoulders.

The pain had now passed and the one that lingered was something she could endure.

"I hate you."

Zezi's eyes went wide in shocked pretense.

Well, that was very straightforward and it was good thing that she didn't want a friendship here or with any one of the royalties anyways.

"I hate you too. I thought that was already obvious." She walked pass her. "I look forward to us doing this again. For now, please excuse me. Need to get rid of all this blood. It'll cause nothing but trouble."

Laura stood out of her way. She didn't need to say who the trouble would be upon if she became an obstacle.

It would be here.

She would be punished.

Without another word, Zezi opened the door of the Training Room's washroom, ungirded her loins and began to get rid of the blood before she proceeded to fixing her hair.

This was a kind of fun she didn't want to put a stop to anytime soon. Putting Laura in her place felt so thrilling, she didn't seem like one who got stood up to many times. Well, now that she was here, she would do that, till the White Circle got rid of her along with her brother.

Ah.

This was fun.

***

Zezi was right about her possiblity of running into the King.

She had only had to walk a little down the hallway before her eyes laid on the male she had been actively looking for a while ago.

Patience was indeed.

He had someone by his side though.

Dressed in a yellow shirt, baggy crazy jeans, was a average height, fair skinned man with short golden dyed dreadlocks on his head, and his beard braided into one short braid, with a brown wooden bead at the tip.

He looked funny, Zezi could almost found herself busting out in laughter, but she forced the bubbling laugher to die in her throat.

In fair truth, he was easy on the eyes, just different.

The King and the stranger were both talking and although the other person was loud and crackling at every second, the King offered a couple of smiles here and there, like they were old friends. Buddies.

Who was this man? Could she use him?

The King's gaze moved up to her immediately, and her steps almost flattered. The heat rushed over her and she gulped.

It had been so long since she had seen him, the bond almost felt foreign and new, the effect of the connection she was determined to ignore so badly, almost knocking her down to the ground.

Seriously, if she ever had a chance to communicate with the Moon Goddess on this matter, she would knock her down squarely for forming this bond between them, making her feel things that she didn't want to, tying her destiny to this monster who she was certain would never let her go till death. As if his Father almost making her extinct wasn't enough undeserved punishment.

It didn't matter whose death it would be anyways.

So, she would ensure to be killing him.

How?

The White Circle would figure that out. For now she was a mere tool, just as they were to her, allowing each other to be used.

"Ah, Lady Zezi!" The man stopped,  clapping his hands, a wide grin on his face, his eyes twinkling with pure delight of a child, his voice almost sounding like a loud baritone. "I've heard so much about you."

Zezi arched him an eyebrow, a question forming on her tongue.

"You have?" The King beat her to it, asking the question on her mind in a calm voice.

Ignoring the effect of his voice was a struggle. Why did it have to be so hard?

"Yes you--" he paused, looking back at the King confused, his voice dropping lower into what he must have persumed was a whisper, but he talked way too loudly for it to be that. "She is your mate, right? She got the hair you described and---no?"

The King stared at her through slanted eyes, he didn't look one bit interested in anything else the man beside him was saying, but his focus was on her dress and she wondered why.

She straightened up, not wanting to look submissive, instead holding her ground under his smoldering gaze.

"I'm Zezi," she stretched a hand to him. "nice to meet you..."

"Oliver," he took her hand, folding a hand behind him, while he bent and kissed the back of her hand. "Governor of the left Province."

Zezi snapped her hand away from him, disgusted with the feel of his lips against her hand, feeling the heat of the King's gaze on her.

"Another Vampire." She said with a controlled hate.

She was trying to get on the good side of the King for her coming plan, not push him further away but her inner rage towards these creatures just couldn't be silenced.

Control was what she needed.

"Hmm, a little of a hybrid on the side," Oliver chuckled loudly, her tone completely flying over his head, " but the Vampire is more dominant." He kept quiet, observing her. "Ah, you are far more lovely than he described."

Zezi forced a diplomatic smile.

"My topic has been on your lips your Majesty. I'm flattered."

This was a right time to start the build up, when did she know that this kind of opportunity would come again?

If the King had been taken aback by her words and how they didn't sound like she was out to get him, his face didn't show it.

This block of ice was good at being stone cold.

Well, that was good. She loved a challenge.

The more difficult the challenge was, the more fun it would be in the long run.

...and she loved fun.