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Bright rays of sun shine upon my eyes and I squirm, pulling the covers over my head. Covers. Sunlight. With this realization, I instantly get up and look around in shock. This is not my room. Instead, I am surrounded by dull brick walls, a single bed, a dresser, a corner with a toilet and circular tin tub with a fresh bucket of water next to it and a huge wooden door nailed with metal boards. Frantically, I rush towards the door trying to open it, but it won't budge. It's locked from the outside. I spot a small, circular window guarded by metal rods on the other side of the room and look outside in hopes that I am in a familiar land. I am indeed not. On top of that, I am on high ground at the very top of a tower, stranded from all life with nothing but moss infested grounds going on for miles, surrounded by bushes and trees.

"Where the fuck am I," I mutter, slowly recollecting all memories that I can. Ah. The monster. The blood. I reach for my forehead and pat down at clean skin. But that can't be. I was heavily cut and now there was nothing there. Did I imagine this entire encounter with the man? With the blood, the horses, Thomas, the carriage ride?

The door creaks open and I quickly sit down on the bed, cradling my knees to my chest.

"You're awake Princess," The man looks up and down at me smirking. "I left you water to wash up."

"What the fuck is happening? Who are you? Where am I?" I beg.

He sighs and sits at the edge of the bed, his once ruby red eyes now hazel brown. "I am Prince Jace from the Palace of Nightshades. You are currently in a tower I own in the outskirts of Nightshades. I usually use it when I want to be alone, but now you're here." His eyes glint as he gazes into my eyes. I look away in frustration.

"Take me home, please?" I wait for his reply.

"I'm afraid I can't do that little princess," He slides closer to me and I freeze.

"Why can't you?" I shudder, daring not to move.

"Your scent is dangerously addicting, so you belong to me now. I crave you too much to let you go."

Puzzled, I continue on. "What do you mean by that? What is wrong with you?!?"

"There must be something wrong with you for making me this obsessed," He sighs.

"Can you just talk normally for once?" I reply in frustration. "I need to know I'm not hallucinating."

"I can assure you I'm very real, Princess." He reaches for my hand and places a light kiss on top, sending tingles throughout my body. I shudder at the feeling.

"Okay. What name do they give for abominations like you then?"

"I was cursed at birth by a jealous sorceress to have immense blood lust; otherwise known as a Vampyr. Nonetheless, I am still heir to the throne regardless of my special case. I wouldn't call this an abomination, but a gift. My kingdom fears me, civilians fear me, and no one has the strength to cross my path."

I stare into space reflecting on everything he just said. "Why were you cursed?"

"Because my father fell in love with my mother instead of his sorceress fling, she got jealous and cursed me to be a 'monster' as you call it. Seems like a fairytale doesn't it?"

"More like a nightmare," I mutter. "Why haven't you killed me yet?"

"The blood coursing through your veins is rich; aromatic. I crave to savor it little by little, to taste you whenever I need. Once you're a bag of skin I'll be sure to discard you."

I gaze upon his plump pink lips, imagining how it would look pressed against my neck, the feel of his suction all over my body. A light pulse throbs between my thighs and I halt. No. This is sick. I have to leave before I go insane.

"Let me go and I'll pay you handsomely with assortments of your desires, a gift from my kingdom to you."

"Pay me handsomely with your own self," he grunts inches away from my neck, his hot breath making me shudder all over. "Let me taste you since I'm asking nicely."

"Stop, get away from me!" I squirm, resisting the raging pulses of my clit from his hot breath and play of words. Not to mention his face, so unbearably handsome. But I remind myself that he is a monster and that he could be tricking me into feeling these ways.

He shoves me down onto the bed and hovers above my body, clutching both my wrists up with one hand, his other hand wrapped around my throat. He brings his nose down towards my neck and sniffs blissfully, moaning into my ear. My clit throbs heavily in response, dampening my underwear. His tongue slides up and down my throat and I bite down my tongue to stop any noise from coming out. Without warning, he bites straight down. I yelp in response, clawing at his chest to get him off, my neck stinging as he goes deeper. Tears slide down my cheeks as I shake under him in pain. He comes up for air, my blood dripping down his chin and I shudder, feeling wet from how it slides down his muscular neck, down his hard chest.

"Jace," I groan, my eyes piercing into his. He stares back in silence and wipes the blood off his chin.

"You never told me your name Princess," He mutters. Confused, I get up and close my legs in embarrassment at how vulgar my thoughts were just seconds ago. "I um, I'm Princess Luna of Gardenia..." I look away, clearing my throat before continuing, "My guards will come looking for me soon after they hear I didn't arrive at my destination."

"And so they will", He looks out my window chuckles to himself. "I'm not frightened."

I watch him get up and leave the room, hearing a clicking sound outside before pure silence. I run towards the door and sigh. Fuck. Locked from the outside, as I thought it would be. In frustration, I bang at the doors until my hands bruise, tears rolling down my cheeks until I flat out start crying. What the hell was wrong with me back there? I'm a prisoner to a monster who's only using me to feed, nothing more. A handsome monster, but a monster nonetheless. I eye the bucket of water and walk towards it to prepare a bath for myself.

"I don't have anything to wear or dry myself with," I sigh. "JACEEEE! CAN YOU HEAR ME!!! AT LEAST GIVE ME A FUCKING TOWEL AND SOME EXTRA CLOTHES!"

Silence. Sighing again, I settle into the warm bath and scrub at the dirt stains, shocked that there were no scars, no cuts, nothing. Another mystery I'm sure Jace has the answers to.