59__Hit me or you're fired

Viktor’s expression was frozen in shock as he stared down at Kamilla.
He frowned. “Excuse me?” he asked her.

Kamilla bit her lip and frowned at the bed. “Wait…” she said and shook her head before looking up at him. “Sorry. I’m really confused, but I… I think I had a nightmare.” She scratched her chin. “It was so realistic.” With a sigh, Kamilla rolled across the bed until she fell in a heap on the floor.
Viktor watched her push herself up with a groan and stand before him. “I’m gonna go eat something,” she told him with a weak grin. “I’m hungry.”

Lifting his arm, Kamilla ducked underneath it and hurried in the direction of food. Viktor watched her go, slowly lowering his arm.

What had just happened? Not only could he not remember what happened before he took her to bed but now Kamilla was asking him bizarre questions. Had he altered? Why did he remember nothing? Fuck, it was frustrating!

“Viktor!”
Damon poked his head into the doorway with wide light-green eyes.
Viktor looked at him. “What?”
Peaking down the hallway, Damon came into his chambers. “Why do you look like you’re about to kick puppies? What did Kamilla say? Does *she* at least remember?”

Running a frustrated hand through his black hair, Viktor shook his head. “No. I don’t think so.” He clenched his jaw and tilted his head to the side. “I feel like I should know, Damon. Whatever Kamilla and I did last night… it seems really important. I feel like shit, for some reason. I feel like I should repent. But I don’t even know what the sin is.”
Damon’s eyes were filled with concern as he bit on his thumb. “Could you perhaps have said something to her?”

Viktor looked at him “Like what?”

“I don’t know.” He gave Viktor a sneaky look. “Maybe you told her you love her?”

Viktor’s dark brows rose. “Why would I…? No! I definitely didn’t say that.”

Damon narrowed his eyes. “What’s wrong with telling Kamilla you love her? Don’t you love her?”

Viktor looked away, momentarily leaving the question unanswered so that Damon grew even more curious.
“What loves Kamilla,” said Viktor darkly. “…is the bond between our souls. Just like what I see in her eyes… is nothing but the forced bond. Not her own feelings. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
Damon blinked and gave a nod. “Okay then…” He glanced back at the open doors. “So… about what you two can’t remember. How are you going to figure it out?”

Viktor bit his lip and shoved his hands deep into his pockets, frowning darkly at the ground as he though. “Wait,” he said. He lifted his gaze to Damon’s, a daring look clear in his eyes.
Damon’s eyes fell closed on a sigh. “Whatever you’re thinking right now, I know I won’t like it.”
Viktor shrugged. “You don’t have to. This is what I’m thinking,” He raised a finger. “Hear me out. It’s true that, besides last night, I have memories in my head that I cannot recall. Who has access to those memories?”

Damon frowned slightly. “Uh… Charming?”

Viktor nodded once. “Exactly.” He released a breath. “Hit me.”

Damon’s eyes widened as his mouth fell open. “Huh?”

Viktor’s eyes narrowed. “Stop sounding like Kamilla and hit me!”

Damon shook his head. “Why in the hell?”
“My ordering you to is reason enough!” said Viktor.
Damon held a hand to his chest. “Viktor, I—”

“Hit me, Damon!” Viktor said impatiently. “If it triggers my alter, I want you to ask it about last night. I need to know! I did something, Damon. I need to know what.”
“There’s no guarantee that Charming will wake up!”
“Still! Try.”
“No!”
“Hit me or you’re fired!”

Damon scoffed. “You can’t fire me! It would be disrespectful to the late King!”

Viktor smiled evilly. “I was talking about firing you from the company, but I never had much respect for the old man anyway, so getting your ass out of this castle would work too!”
Damon gasped and gritted his teeth. “You can’t fire me, Viktor! I quit!”

Viktor gave him a look. “You’re just too chicken to hit me!”

Damon shook his head, backing away as Viktor closed in on him. “I’m not mindlessly violent like you, Viktor!”

“Hit me, Damon!”

“No!” yelled Damon cowering away against the wall.

“What are you guys doing?”

They looked at the door to see Kamilla standing there, a half-eaten burger in her hand, the missing half of which was probably the bulge in her right cheek.
Damon pointed a finger at Viktor. “He’s being strange.”
Kamilla walked over to them as Viktor and Damon straightened. “Why?”

“He thinks if I hit him hard enough, Charming will wake up so I can ask him for Viktor’s missing memory. Crazy, right?”

Kamilla paused for a second before gulping down her food and grinning. “Wait.” She looked at Viktor. “You want someone to hit you?”
With a cackle, Kamilla snatched Damon’s hand forward and dropped her burger on his palm. “Hold this, Damon!”

Damon made a face of disgust. “Urgh… yes, my Queen.” He shook his head. “A burger? First thing in the morning. Despicable…”

Viktor raised a brow at Kamilla. “What are you doing?”

Kamilla bit her bottom lip as she pushed up her long sleeves. “What does it look like?” Studying her fist to make sure it was packed tight, she started swinging her arm around. “Gimme… a sec… I need to…. prepare.”

Viktor rolled his eyes at her antics. She was such a cartoon. “Yeah, forget it.”

Kamilla’s fist froze mid-swing. “Why?! You get to bring Charming out, I get my revenge for all the threats to drag me to Witcher’s! It’s a win-win!”

Viktor gave her a wicked grin. “Revenge? That would only be valid if I hung you from Witcher’s Cliff in the first place. Now you’re bothering us, go play elsewhere.”

Kamilla pushed her sleeve higher. “Huh! You might as well have hung me for all the emotional and psychological damage I experienced cause of those threats.” Reaching up, she took a hold of his collar to tug him lower. “Now hold still.”

Viktor mouth curved on one side. “Are you *handling* me right now?” He ignored the fact that he liked it.

Damon watched them in disbelief. “Are you guys insane?! Are you really about to punch *thee* King of Onyx?”

Viktor stared into Kamilla’s eyes as she tugged him lower and angled for his nose.
Suddenly, Kamilla strangely felt her fist loosen and before she could stop herself, she pushed onto the tips of her toes and jerking Viktor forward, sealed her mouth against his.
Even as she felt his mouth curve in a grin against hers, she found herself unable to pull away! Kamilla’s eyes widened. How dare he? The lout! He’d hypnotized her!
Viktor pulled away with a dark chuckle. Kamilla stared at him in shock as he laughed at her.

“You… you barbarian!” she growled. “Take this!”
Her fist connected squarely on his face and Viktor head snapped to the side.

Damon’s giant gasp nearly sucked all the oxygen out of the room.
Even before he’d turned around, Viktor’s heavy laughter filled the room. Slowly turning his head, he raised a brow at Kamilla, his dark eyes glinting as blood trickled down from his nose. “That’s all you’ve got?”
Kamilla narrowed her eyes at him and send another punch flying at his face, satisfied when his face snapped to the other side.

“Y’all should stop,” Damon murmured.

Viktor turned back around like she’d only flicked him with a finger. He grinned. “Again.”

Kamilla bared her teeth and went loose on him, whipping as many blows in as she could before she became breathless and had to lean on her knees panting.
Viktor tilted his head to the side and dipped a finger into the red that had trickled from his nose, grinning as he rubbed the blood between his fingers and thumb. Well, shit. She’d managed to draw blood out of a Vampire King. He couldn’t help but be damn impressed.
“Are you done?” Viktor asked her.

Kamilla glared at him from where she was crouched and pushed herself up. “What are you made of?! Titanium?!

Viktor’s grin broadened, as sexy as it was threatening. “You should go on if you’re not done, Kamilla.” He raised a brow. “Cause when you’re done… it’s my turn.”

Kamilla’s face slowly paled. She blinked once then twice. “Huh?”

Pulling a black silk cloth from his pocket, Viktor wiped at his nose. “I said… when you’re done… it’s my turn. Done?”

Kamilla gulped and snuck a look at Damon as she inched towards the open doors. “D-D… Damon?”

Damon shook his head, closing his eyes. “Don’t even try and involve me in this.”

Viktor’s head lowered, his eyes darker as they stared at her and Kamilla swore she saw the devil in flesh when his mouth curved in a grin. “My turn, Kamilla.”

Kamilla’s scream filled the castle as she turned around and ran, whipping around corners and curves. She didn’t know why, but he’d managed to stir real fear in her even though she knew he couldn’t possibly kill her. Right? Surely, he wouldn’t kill her over a few measly punches. Would he?!

Unsure about the answer to that question, Kamilla ran until she came to the front hall where she quickly halted as Viktor materialized before her very eyes.
She froze. It wasn’t even a walk. He prowled out of his darkness, his sharp, glowing-eyed gaze focused on her.
When his lips spread and she saw a hint of his sharp fangs, Kamilla thought she’d died. But he was so damn beautiful, she wasn’t sure whether she was in hell or heaven.
“Come here, Kamilla,” called Viktor as though calling to a kitten.

Kamilla released a single sob as she stared at him with wide eyes, her mouth turned downward. “Viktor, *stooopp*. You’re scaring me. I mean… how could you possibly punch me back? I’ll break in two!”

“Should have thought of that sooner, Kamilla,” he told her, his eyes filled with amusement. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Aww… but, Viktor…” Kamilla bit her lip, sneaking a look at the staircase to Demetrius’s wing. Without further thought, she dashed in that direction.
Sadly, she didn’t get far as Viktor caught her around the middle and tugged her back against him.
“Come here!” he told her. “Little rascal.”
Kamilla screamed as he threw her over his shoulder. “Wait! I’m sorry I made you bleed. I'll kiss it better! Truce?”
She gasped when his hand landed in a slap on her butt. “Silence! Because of you, I won’t be able to trigger my alter. You deserve to be punished.”

“Uhm… my King?”

Viktor looked across the hall to the doors and raised his brows at Seth who awkwardly stood there.
“Yes?”
Pursing his lips at them, Seth walked over and bowed. “Good morning, King. My Queen.”

Kamilla raised a peace sign before letting her arm fall limp again.

“What is it, Seth?” asked Viktor.
Seth cleared his throat. “Well, there is no trouble yet, King, but there are rumors. *Rogan* has started these rumors as…” He lowered his eyes. “Rena told me. She is trustworthy, my King. I swear it.”

Viktor’s eyes narrowed. “What did she say?”
Seth released a breath. “Rogan has started getting people to believe that Kamilla… that she’s got relations with those of Cassius. He’s made it sound like she’s got friends there who she visits and tells secrets of Onyx. He also said…”

Viktor slowly slid Kamilla off his shoulder and she stood against his body, looking disbelieving at Seth over her shoulder. “What else did he say?”

Seth closed his eyes. “He’s telling people that my King isn’t… that he isn’t okay. He’s saying living with humans for all but fifteen years of your life has made you human and that... you’ve got human mental deficiencies. Specifically… that you’ve got a multiple personality disorder.”