Chapter seventeen

Chapter seventeen - A little bit of this, a little bit of that

"If you don't heal what hurt you, you'll bleed over people who didn't cut you"

[L U K A S]

"Ah, don't tell me that my presence intimidates you as much. Such a pity, isn't it?", I smirked as I looked up to him. Never in my life, I would ever think of ever looking up to him. Well. metaphorically. I coughed up some more blood and smiled in victory.

"What are you smiling about, boy?", he questioned me as his face became outrageous. I didn't get to answer his question, Hell, I didn't manage to part my lips before the next blew came. This time he kicked me right in the ribs.

Was he waiting for me to whine and whimper in pain? For me to beg for mercy? To cry? Good try, but not in this life, for sure.

He kept kicking me, in the same place, over and over again, until his breath was shallow. Until he was exhausted beyond his limits.

His grin grew bigger when I coughed up some more blood. As if I decided that I had enough, he turned his back on me and headed to his throne. He sat down on it, in all his might, a look of pride plastered all over his face.

"Had enough yet? I must admit, I'm pretty surprised you took the beatings for so long, they must have provided good training for you", he spoke, looking at the woman, who sat beside him.

She looked distressed, never throwing glances my way. She was a shifter, her scent gave her away the moment I stepped my foot into this outrageously enormous hall.

"Why don't your pretty little trophy wife looks my way? Is she afraid of witnessing my death? Or maybe she's too terrified of her leader to do anything without his order being given? Oh, no, let me try again", I grinned at him, doing my best to stand up. His face had this weird expression, something in between horror and shock.

"Is it because your pretty little toy has developed a weak spot for me? I mean, I don't blame her, I'm pretty good looking...", I winked at her, while her gaze was still focused on the window. I took in a deep breath and flashed a smile towards him before I spoke again: "I'm flattered, of course, but I don't share. Not willing to become a part of your sick fantasies. Not to mention the fact, that I might as well easily be your grandfather generations ago. Sweetheart, I hate to break this to you- but I'm too old for you".

A vicious growl left his lips. Great, just what I needed.

"Bow down before I repeat that little beating you just received. She is your Queen, have some respect", he yelled outrageously.

"Yeah, I don't think so", I smiled as I stretched my tense body, knowing that by now all damage from his wannabe beating has long lost and gone.

"Who the fuck are you?", he yelled again.

The woman, the Queen, placed her hand on his shoulder and shook her head. She stood up and stepped a few steps closer to me.

"I apologize for my husbands doing, such as his attitude and actions towards the guest", she smiled and looked down at her feet.

There was a reason why she should avert her gaze away from me and she knew it. Too bad her husband is one dumb, old fuck.

I nod at her and gestured towards the door, giving her the hint to leave. She might be in her own home, but it doesn't mean that I wouldn't suck her dry. Wolves tend to challenge each other, so does Vampires. We are not as different as they keep dreaming.

The Queen hurried out of the room and the King sighed in annoyance.

"Alright, make it quick. What the fuck you need? Who the Hell are you and how did you heal so fast?", he threw question after question at me. Wow, now he would talk. Maybe he should have started with talking, before trying to kill me without a valid reason? I'm not surprised that he doesn't know how to treat people with respect. That's called - knowledge in simple diplomacy.

"If you wouldn't be as busy with beating the crap out of me, you might have caught a scent. A scent supposed to be close and dear to you. Would the majesty try to sniff the fucking air, or should I punch you straight in the nose, for you to understand?", I rolled my eyes. How can someone be so ignorant? I mean, I did understand that my personality mostly mimics my fathers, as I've been sarcastic fuck for my whole life, but thankfully, I've managed to learn a lot from my mother.

He took a deep breath and his body tensed. Just a few seconds later, he took one more deep breath and his tensed body instantly relaxed, I could see the goosebumps rising on his skin, his whole body shivered in delight and his eyes closed as on instinct. A shy smile crept on his lips as he kept breathing heavily.

I cleared my throat, to gain his attention.

He stood up from his throne and rushed towards me faster than a bullet.

"Where is she?", he growled, getting closer to me.

"I have no idea about whom you are talking right now. Care to elaborate?", smug smirk grew on my lips. That's right, fucker. Confess your sins.

"Where the fuck is Lillith? Are you hiding her from me? Are you holding her hostage? For if so, I swear to Goddess herself, that I will personally make sure your death will last for centuries. You will beg for me to kill you", he finally faced me. He stood just a few steps away from me, rage and hate plastered on his face.

"Oh, wow. Do you think so low of me?", I placed a hand over my heart, faking surprise, opening my mouth.

"Where. The. Fuck. Is. Lillith?", he stepped even closer, trying to look as intimidating as he could. He spoke through gritted teeth, meaning he was somehow warning me to chose the words, which might escape my mouth.

"Oh, now I get you. Do you mean mom? She's fine, rolling around, you know", his face became pale.

"Alexander?", the Queens's voice broke the moment of silence between us.

He turned towards her and yelled way too harsh "yes".

"I wanted to inform you that dinner is ready. Your guest is welcome to stay if he wishes to join us", she spoke quietly. Queen or not, she didn't carry the needed bloodline for the title, she was nothing more than a scared cub.

"Count me in, I would love to get closer to my DAD", as words left my lips she gasped, his eyes widened. Both of them kept observing me as the look of shock never left their faces.

"Take a photo, it lasts longer", I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"How? No! You little fucking liar, it can't be true!", King got back to his senses and punched me. Well, at least tried? I mean, his punches do land where needed, yet they feel like slaps of noble ladies.

"You were wondering how I healed so fast, right?", I questioned him, not bothering him about his previous tricks. Dude just tried to beat me up and punched me, when I announced that he's my father. Yeah, way to start a great father-son relationship. I have no idea how wolves build their families, but Vampires sure as Hell doesn't go around beating up their children.

He nods eagerly, his eyes never leaving my face. Must be looking for some similarities. Tough luck buddy, thankfully I'm more alike to my mother than the piece of crap, who's standing in front of me.

"A little bit of this, a little bit of that. Mommy's thirst for blood and daddy's advanced healing. You see, for as much as I have been informed, YOU are the one, who did everything possible to keep the bloodline as clean as possible. Yet, you were the one, who went against the idea of "greater nation". You were paired with a delightful Vampire lady couple of hundred years ago. Yeah, I know you remember her since you still keep her name dear to your heart. Well, things happened and BOOM you, out of all people, decided to drop her. Impregnate her and drop her to rogues. Judging by the sorrowing facial expression of yours, I'm getting there, right? Well, things don't always happen as you wish... You wanted to see her dead, instead, she got out and lived. Still does. What's even more important - she's happy. WITHOUT YOU around. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. You drop her to die, she gets back home and after 9 months boom, little Lukas was born. By the way, I'm Lucas, not so nice to meet you, FATHER", the last words barely left my lips, without me just ripping his throat out. He might be my father, but I despise the man he has become. Fucking coward.

"She was pregnant... she was pregnant...", he muttered under his breath.

The Queen still stood next to the door, her eyes watery and hands trembling. Maybe now she will understand how truly horrifying the man she married.

"Yeah, ain't that a fucking surprise, you asshole", I snared at him. This bullshit is giving me some serious headaches.

As if getting back to his senses, he looked at me, from head to toes.

"A freak of nature. That's what you are. You should never have been born in the first place. That stubborn woman let you into this world, just to get back at me", he ranted out. Maybe that's what he thinks. Maybe that's the way he feels, but oh how wrong is he.

"The world doesn't go around you, dickhead", I kept giving him a hateful attitude. Can't he just get over with this, instead of going all Princess mode? Damn, I never thought that big bad wold would turn out to be a pussy.

"As I said, you're a freak of nature. That's why we shall treat you as such. Guards, please show our guests his apartments in the cells. Level 13.", he smirked and gestured for guards to grab me.

I didn't try to fight back, instead, I just smiled at him, earning a confused, questioning look from him. He shook it off pretty quickly, but it doesn't mean that I didn't see it.

He stood there, watching as his minions dragged me away. His smile grew wider in seconds, he must have thought that he won.

Well, little does he know, that he's giving me exactly what I want.

Dumbass.