79__When your Vampire King ambushes your life

Viktor dug his hands into his coat pockets as he walked back to his car, unaware that his mouth had curved in a smile. The reason for it being the thought that had just filled his head.

Kamilla. She’d been so drunk with sleep earlier that morning that she hadn’t even realized he’d been standing right in front of her.
She’d dragged herself out of bed like a drunken doll and had stumbled over, planting her face right into his chest.

He’d been tempted then. Tempted to hold her chin and kiss those plump pink lips until she was wide awake. But with more effort than it took him before, he’d held back. And just when she became vaguely aware of his presence, he’d left her, knowing very well that she’d be scratching her head over the matter all day.

Three girls approaching him gasped up at his face, staring at him in awe and Viktor suddenly realized he had a wide smile on.
Immediately sobering up, he cleared his throat and wiped the smile off as the girls sent him flirty looks and walked past him.

“What a *ddzzaddy*! Can I get your number, please?” one of them whispered in her strange nasal voice, making her friends giggle.
Viktor cringed. Sometimes his superior hearing was a burden.

He glanced across the campus lawn towards the gates and immediately stopped in his tracks.
What in the name of...?

Viktor’s mouth slowly dropped open as he watched Kamilla walk through the college gates like she’d come right off a runway. Her hair fell down her back in thick, sexy curls, bouncing with each step she took.
She smiled happily and came to a stop for a moment. Viktor was appalled to find that his throat had actually gotten dry. He, a Vampire King, was struck numb by the beauty of a half-Vamp. The woman had far too much power.

A ridiculous punk walked by Kamilla and uttered something that made her blush and smile at him. Viktor scowled. Who was that curly-haired blondie? He’d powder his bones!
Kamilla started walking again and Viktor forgot all about powdering people’s bones. Goodness, her legs looked twice as long beneath that skirt. Especially in those little black heels!
Viktor released a shaky breath. “Goddamn it, Kamilla.”

He found himself walking slowly back up the path and around the building just to keep her in his view, coming to a stop when she stopped and began to speak to the woman who’d seen him off.
Viktor frowned. Oh, wait. The woman who’d seen him off. Realizing just what the hell was happening, Viktor pursed his lips.
Shit. Kamilla was going to find out what he’d done. Why on earth had she come to school so early, he’d planned to be gone by the time she arrived!

He bit his top lip and nodded in acceptance. Yeah, she would find out and she’d probably try to kill him. But he’d told her. Staying away from him was no longer an option, so if she thought she was going to be coming to a college thousands of miles away from him, she had to think again.
Clearing his throat, Viktor was about to turn and leave when Kamilla suddenly turned her head in his direction and her eyes focused right on his face.

And she didn’t look happy.

Gulping, he glanced at the administration lady and scowled at her arm pointing at him. Damn tattling lady! Humans were so unreliable.
Murmuring something to the woman, Kamilla turned and went down the stairs until she was stomping on the path towards him, weaving through students as she did, but her gaze never leaving his face.
Viktor found himself taking a step back, suddenly wanting to disappear. God, why was she so short-tempered?

He looked around at the mass of students that were arriving for class. No, she wouldn’t possibly attempt murder before so many witnesses, would she?

He didn’t want to find out.

Turning around, Viktor quickly walked around the building to the parking lot and unable to teleport with so many witnesses, ducked under a dark staircase and pressed himself against the wall.

He was insane for actually feeling excited. This wasn’t a friendly hide ‘n’ seek. If she found him, he was likely *dead*!
Peering through an opening, he saw Kamilla come to a halt at the end of the path, her desperate gaze searching all over for him. She was furious! Viktor had to stifle his grin. She stomped all over, looking like a furious little smurf, despite her red hair.

Kamilla set her hands on her hips and huffed angrily as she looked around. Where on earth had he gone to? Gritting her teeth, she pulled her phone out and dialed.
Viktor’s phone rang and rang with no answer. Kamilla yanked the phone away from her ear, barely stopping herself from yeeting the device across the lawn and into the damn fountain. First time she phones him and he doesn’t even answer!
Oh, it was *on*! Shoving her phone back into her bag, she began stomping away.

Viktor bit his lip, watching in amusement as Kamilla marched off. She’d have smoke coming out of her ears if she was a cartoon, he thought, ducking out from under the staircase and continuing towards his car. Well, he’d done what he had to—

“Viktor!”

Viktor froze. Tucking his lips into his mouth, he slowly turned around, his face the portrait of guilt. Well, damn.
Kamilla pointed a finger up at him as she marched towards him.
“You!”
Viktor blinked and held a hand to his chest as she reached him. “Excuse me, I am a King. A ‘Good morning’ isn’t so diff—”

“How could you cancel my college registration?” Kamilla growled, glaring up at him. “Do you *know* what it took me to decide to not take another gap year? I made a four year plan, this is going to set me back *six months*!”

Viktor squared his shoulders and looked away. “I did what had to be done.”

Kamilla gasped and then bit her lip hard as she looked away. “You did what had...? Are you *kidding* me?! I was having the best morning! My muffin tasted good, the weather was perfect and that cute guy greeted me! No bloody wonder!”

Viktor made a face of disgust. “Cute guy? Hah! You mean that haggard looking thug who walked by you?”

Kamilla put her hand on her hip and closed her eyes for a moment as she calmed herself. “Viktor.”

“What?” Lowering his gaze, he swept it over her figure and felt his body temperature rise by ten degrees. Dragging cool air into his lungs, he attempted to restrain himself. “And while you’re yelling at me, what about *you*?”

“What about me?!”

“Do you always come to school looking like this? Huh?”

“Looking like *what*?!”

“Looking good enough to eat! That little blonde beggar was grinning at you like a hungry goblin!”

“He wasn’t a beggar! He was a fellow student and he was cute with *dimples*!”

“Rubbish! You can no longer attend this college, Kamilla. It’s too far from home and I need you close.”

For a moment, Kamilla was thrown off balance, her throat clogging at the sincerity she heard in his voice, underneath the cold, clipped tone of course.
Shaking her head, she came to her senses. “Th-that’s not valid anymore! I’m... not yours anymore. Am I?”

Viktor’s eyes narrowed so sharply, Kamilla felt zoomed in on.
“Do you dare me,” he murmured darkly, slowly closing the space between them so he could look down at her face. “...right before all the humans here, to show you just how much you *are* mine?”

Kamilla could barely swallow.

“Because,” continued Viktor, his blue eyes darkening with a hunger that stirred her own. “I’ve been needing you so badly, Kamilla, that if I kissed your lips right now... I wouldn’t be able to stop until we were in my bed.”

Her stomach fluttering with a strange feeling, Kamilla found her gaze lowering to his mouth which hovered over hers, tempting her into a state of utter confusion.
This wasn’t the way this was supposed to go. She was supposed to be yanking his hair out for making her life difficult, not wanting him to kiss her until she forgot her own name!
Dazedly, Kamilla raised her arms, placing her hands against his chest.

Good, part one was done. Now she just had to push him away. Simply stretch her arms straight and push him away! On three. One, two, three!
Kamilla bit her lip at the failed attempt, her hands still gentle on his chest. What the hell was he doing to her?

The heat of his body warmed her hands and the beat of his heart against her fingertips had her splaying her fingers out more, to feel its rhythm.
“Viktor,” she heard herself whisper.

Viktor’s mouth curved, the smile making his face beautiful enough to make a portrait worth millions.
“I’m your Vampire King, Kamilla,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her until she was pressed against his chest, gazing up at him. “Don’t fight me. You’re *supposed* to desire and adore me so just allow it.”

Kamilla would have remained entranced had her Graphics Design lecturer not walked by.
“Get a room,” he muttered darkly, his hair haggard and his eyes circled by dark rings.

Viktor raised a sharp glare at the back of the man’s head, but before he could take a step forward, Kamilla firmed her hands on his chest.
“No!”she told him. “That’s my lecturer! I need him alive.”

Viktor tilted his head. “You’re not his student anymore.”

One corner of her top lip tilted up in scorn. “And whose fault it that?!”

Viktor rolled his eyes and jerked his head toward his car. “Get in the car.”

Kamilla slowly crossed her arms. “W-why? I have class in ten... Oh.”

“Exactly,” said Viktor with a nod. “And I’m not leaving you here for that blonde beggar to ogle, so get in the car. I have somewhere to be and you’ve made me late.”

She raised her brows. “Where?”

Viktor smiled. “You’ll see.”

Kamilla’s heart filled with hope. “Is it somewhere really awesome?”

He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Oh, yes. Far more awesome than you think.”

She couldn’t stop the smile of excitement. “Okay, let’s go.”