Rohan inhaled the night air as he moved slowly and elegantly through the small town not far from his castle. He walked with his hands tucked inside his pockets, like the world was his, blending through the thick darkness, seeking what he needed. Night desert. Not a woman this time. He couldn't bear to touch another woman's flesh. He was aroused, dangerous in his highly sexual state, but it wasn't for just any woman, it was for the little bunny he'd claimed for himself at the castle.
He might lose control and kill the entire town if he took a woman to feed from. Not that he gave a fuck about their lowlife lives, but he did not want to kill them all and, in the future, not have a place to feed quickly when needed urgently. The town was ruled by a vampire magistrate, but many of those in it were humans who had managed to live out of slavery, get a life for themselves as farmers and merchants, and make it their home. The wealthy in the town were vampires, and the lowly and middle-class ones were humans.
But today, he wasn't going to feed on any random human because he had one in mind. A servant of a vampire household. The servant had not offended him, but his fucking master had, and what better way to cause a vampire loss than to feed on every one of his human servants and blood givers? Buying a human from the slave establishment cost a ton of gold coins, especially now that vampires no longer fought to take in more slaves and were relying on the ones they had to give birth.
Tsk. This was going to be fun. He had been stuck in that carriage for days without blood, and his human wife had been tempting, but he did not want to pierce her skin yet. He did not give a damn about the agreement of not taking her blood—he would when the time came, and she would not stop him.
Rohan came to stand before the mansion bathed in lights as activities went on inside. Many vampires preferred to sleep during the day and live at night, and Lord Edmond was one of them. The fucker. He snarled as he swiftly leaped onto the fence and fell onto the other side of it inside the large house nestled just beyond the forest. He fell straight on his feet like a feline without staggering.
Biting down on the cigar suspended against his teeth, Rohan patiently took in his surroundings and listened to the loud laughter of Lord Edmond ringing out from his house, a mere turned vampire who thought he could get away with offending him just because he was in the royal council court. Killing the piece of shit would be easy, but Rohan rather liked to make him suffer alive, and the best way was to cause him so much loss his peers would turn him into a laughingstock. He would feed on his servants every night until they are no more.
"It seems I don't have to endure his disgusting laughter for so long," Rohan muttered, his lips pulling up over the cigar as his eyes narrowed down on a tall male servant carrying a pile of hay on his shoulders from a wagon to a stable. Rohan let him come out of the stables, stretching his tired arms and back, before he approached him casually.
The servant looked startled when he saw Rohan, as he had not expected anyone to walk out of the dark. He was beginning to move back as he recognized the mad vampire from his usual eyes when he came into the light, but he never got far before Rohan's eyes, that never fell on Belle's fell on the man's brown ones.
The servant's legs froze, and they stopped obeying him. He could not move or speak, and Rohan smiled. He did not bother luring him away from Edmond's mansion grounds. He walked up behind the young, tall servant man, who was physically fit, strong. His scent spoke of health, veins bursting with blood. Edmond must have spent a fortune on him. Good. He would feel the loss when Rohan used him for his dessert.
Rohan bent his head to the side and sank his long fangs into his neck. He did not let go of the man until he sucked him of life and blood, and his head fell off from the strength Rohan used to hold it.
He left the mansion grinning, blood dripping from the side of his lips. He wiped it off, leaped over the fence, and disappeared into the night like he belonged to it—because he did.
When Rohan arrived at his castle, he did not go to his room, nor the one he knew his human wife was in. He needed to cool his unquenched thirst and the rushing energy through his body. His long legs moved up the stairs four at a time, and he walked down a pitch-dark corridor, his footsteps clicking faintly against the marble floor. He was humming to himself as he stopped in front of a black double door. He turned the knob and opened it.
It was his private entertainment hall. The hall was brightened by the platform set in it for entertainment purposes, and as usual, two women were dancing on it. They came to entertain him every night, but he had forgotten to tell Rav he no longer needed their entertainment now that he had a new amusement.
Despite the brightened platform, the end of the room was still dark. He walked to the plush chair and sat down. He took out another cigar and lit it, the smoke curling from his lips as he exhaled slowly, the ember of the cigar glowing in the dimness. He leaned back, one leg crossed over the other, completely at ease, as if the world itself was waiting for him to move.
Then, looking away from the platform, he turned to the darkened end of the room and spoke. "Are you enjoying the show, Kuhn?" He asked the darkness, where there was no reply, but then he continued to speak as if whatever was there had replied to him and only he could hear. "I went to deal with Edmond. I did not kill him, but one of his best human servants." A low chuckle escaped him. "Did you see how quickly the life drained from his eyes? Humans." He clicked his tongue as if disgusted.
He lifted his glass of blood wine from the table in front of him, the red liquid catching the faint glow of the platform as he took an unhurried sip. "I killed him because his master was foolish enough to splash mud on me without bothering to stop to apologize, not that I would take his apology even if he were to offer it."
Lord Edmond had been there when he was summoned to the royal castle a few weeks ago to tell him about his marriage arrangements. When Rohan had angrily left the palace, as he was threatened that if he did not marry this human, he would be sent back to the asylum, Lord Edmond had ridden away in his carriage to avoid the sun, and his damn carriage had passed by him and splashed dirty mud on his clean trousers. That much insolence, Rohan could not tolerate.