(THREE WEEKS AFTER)
''Your Majesty, is this pleasing enough for you?''
Two of the undead Bishops he summoned from his world, to come serve him in this universe, while he prepares his bride for the bright future ahead that would happen because of him, asked with their lifeless skulls bowing a bit in the occult-like robes they had around their rotting bodies.
Twilight leaned on the arms of his seat, two of his unnaturally pale fingers caressing his forehead in deep reasoning as he glanced at the almost twenty-feet tall painting of her he bullied his bishops to make possible before he lost his mind completely.
It's been three weeks since earth's time.
He closed his eyes as if trying to calm the storm brewing inside him.
Three bloody weeks without seeing her since the day she ran from him. It felt like being deprived of blood for a thousand years while bounded to a coffin decorated with the burning upright cross.
Twilight moaned again. He leaned forward and bowed his head as if he was about to snap and end it all. The dead bishops observing their king's submission to this feeling he had for this human was an unusual thing.
The king of all vampires and the accursed realm of the underworld, madly infatuated by an uninteresting human girl was a juicy gossip when they returned back to where they came from.
He had been like this in the dark mansion they were able to call a home for the while until their King snaps out of his delusion and ushers them home and back to the real world.
He wanted her so badly that it was insane.
They tried, working with their bony hands day and night to be able to bring his fantasies to life on this painting they made for him. He said she had brown eyes like soft honey, long matching hair he wished to touch for the rest of his existence, desirable curves and a body of one you could die for.
''Mine…'' he whispered to himself again as his gaze matches the darkness around him.
She was only his. How dare a human make a move on what belonged to the king of the underworld?
It was like a big slap to his face as well as traumatic to walk into.
Malachi tried to take in deep breaths again.
She was so scared that he could feel it in her thoughts from miles away and he had to leave everything behind and make sure she was safe.
She had to be safe no matter what.
For the rest of her life, she must be unhurt or every living thing that breeds and feeds would know pain from him.
His eyes softened in remembrance of the last moment they shared before she ran off out of fear. She no longer visited his resting place and it amused him in a way at how hard she was making this for them.
Perhaps it was the whole concept of him not being like her that scared her so much to not want to accept her new reality.
His eyes took in every line and wave of a brush that brought the image of perfection right before him to keep him insane and he felt blessed.
Deeply blessed.
How did he get so lucky?
A smile curved on his lips as his dark blue-red eyes glimmered with desire on the smile on her face. Though, he hadn't seen her smile before but he believes it would be much prettier than this.
He could sit here everyday and grow his obsession for this pretty, little thing until it consumes him so much that he wouldn't take no for an answer when he comes for her.
It's only a matter of a few days before things should spiral out of control and she would be his forever.
He had a third bishop haunting her down and told to keep a close eye on her and protect her from any harm.
The day she cries is the day he meets with death. And there will be no resurrection.
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Three weeks of non-stop job hunting around town equals three weeks since Ash left home and never returned to check on his pregnant girlfriend. He never returned the numerous calls they bombarded him with or the countless texts Haley sent to him crying and begging him to return or her life would be ruined.
This time, she no longer wakes up to the prolonged and unenjoyable sounds of them making love aggressively to each other. She woke with the constant cryings and moans of pain from Haley and non-stop calls to the one that was supposed to be her everything.
They took care of Ruffus together and the house with Haley refusing to return to work for the past one and a half weeks. She would lay in bed all day and it was beginning to look like two women who were unhappy with the life they lived living in a mini-million dollar home. Her behavior to one guy walking out of her life when there are countless begging, hoping and banging at the door to be let in and show her the goddess she really was was distracting for Wish.
She worried every time she left home to haunt for anything that looked like a job. She would call or text to confirm if she had eaten something and with time it began to weigh down heavily on her shoulders but enduring had always been her strength. Wish could endure the best and the worst events of her life and to her it is a huge sign that she is stronger than she gives herself credit for.
''You…want to work here?''
She hoped the smile on her face seemed enthusiastic enough for this. The job of a librarian in a newly opened library in town didn't seem like a bad idea for someone that majored in economics.
''Yes, please.''
The whole man behind the wooden counter examined her from head to toe before asking, ''How old are you?''
''Twenty-six years old sir,'' She answered truthfully and he nodded in approval. The old man with faint streaks of gray hair she was starting to believe owned this place and this little library bent a bit to pick something from the drawer. He pulled it out and passed it to her over the counter. It was a small faceless plastic green card that had the logo and other details of this small establishment printed boldly on it. Wish gave the old man a questioning stare as she picked up the plastic card.
''You can just er…put your face on it or something. Take that as your ID while you work here and your only way in making this old man terrible at remembering things or people at times believe you work under me or not, got it?''
Wish stared at the old man for the longest of times in disbelief.
''Be here before I arrive and open at 8 Am except on Sundays—''
''Wait, wait, wait. Sorry, sir but I don't get it. Have I been…?''
It sounded like the dumbest question but he was nice enough to not let her feel foolish for doubting herself and all of it.
''Didn't you come here for the job sign I had made across the streets?''
Wish excitement knew no bounds as she felt like exploding into a million fireworks at this good news.
''Of course, sir. I did.''
''Then, you are hired.''