Cerise and the King

𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮, 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚

The whole clan of vampires were inside, I could hear them from blocks away. My target stood idly waiting for the meeting to start, he wasn't a contract but a personal grudge. With my group behind me, I trust them to protect me when I done the deed and if things get messy.

All of them wanted for me to wait but hell no.

I've waited for years to find the target. Him. I ain't letting him slip from my fingers this time.

Wynona sat next to me as Aillard drove the car towards the stadium-like building of vampires, Grandmother would never like the idea of me charging in the den full of vampires, especially if my target was a high ranking one.

I just learned everything about him last night, didn't even sleep a wink from the idea of him suffering.

"Are you sure about this, Cerise?" Wynona asked as she checked her gun. "May I remind you, this is one of your impulsive decisions and you avoid any impulsive decisions."

"I'm doing this for her." I said, as I wiped the barrel with a cloth.

"We're entering a hostile territory with no assurance of you coming out there alive." Wynona cocked an eyebrow at me.

"I'm safe there. I know what I'm doing." I appreciate the worry but I know I can survive if they tried to kill me.

"You better be sure because I ain't leading this group when you're dead as fuck." Wynona grunted as she stared at the window.

I kissed the bullet, leaving a red lip mark on the bullet as I inserted in a vintage 12 GA double barrel shotgun. I saved this baby for special occasions.

I also have special bullets for it.

I cannot wait for this baby to meet her target.

I already feel giddy by the idea of him showered with bullets.

Dressed for the occasion, a form fitting floor length black dress, cinched to the waist giving that curves men love to see in a woman, breast pushed up, on my right leg; a high-cut slit that shows off that sexy black garters and stockings, black high heels and that black long length lace gloves with intricate patterns.

Bellona described me as a dramatic queen, I agreed with her, I mean who doesn't love drama. Life's boring if there's not a dramatic flair to it.

My long blonde tresses curled up to a vintage wavy hairstyle, Veronica waves hairstyle. I really outdo myself and it's also my excuse to wear these clothes and do something vintage for my taste.

I look like I'm heading to some after party than killing my target.

I missed the 40s, gadgets were not a hindrance to my work but a girl's gotta adapt to modernism. Besides, gadgets also helped me a lot in the past especially hunting down people.

I checked myself in the mirror before facing Wynona. "How do I look?"

She gave me a look but we both know she already saw my look minutes ago, she just did it to indulge me.

"You look like you're off to meet Marilyn Monroe rather than entering a coven full of vampires." She said as she shot me an exasperated look, where I'm dressed like in the 40s, she was dressed in pajamas. Not that I blamed her, I woke her from her hangover.

I did say to her not to party too hard last night.

"It's not like it's the entire population of vampires, it's just the half of the population."

Deimos, who Grandmother absolutely loathes, the one who's already a pain in her ass. So she retaliate, our empire hinders his by buying businesses he plans to buy. Childish, yes, but hey, Grandmother enjoys fucking with the guy. Even if Grandmother wasn't here, she often send me a sign. Usually, begging me to come back home so she could retire and dump her role to me. Grandmother has connections here, she wasn't allowed here or Higher Powers would be in our ass. Deimos was old, Grandmother having a grudge on him was sign of it.

"That's the thing, it's Deimos. He's going to be there and he's going to order your head in a platter."

"Tsk tsk. Why do you doubt me, Wynona?"

"I don't but I know what tends to happen when two empires clashed together." Wynona sighed.

A war. Possibly but for this one guy? Nah. But it did happen to Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria, his death caused World War I.

"You're stepping on his jurisdiction, all bets are off once you step foot on that land."

"Like I said, I have a plan. I'm not that dumb blonde you often think of. Pfft."

Of course, I have a plan. I plan to live another day, hunting bastards.

"We're here, mademoiselle." Aillard said, parking in front of the building entrance. I could already smell them gathering as they discuss their vampire politics. I stared at the building, blending amongst common buildings. I saw Aillard opened the door and I stepped out of the vehicle, holding out a hand for me which I grabbed it.

"Merci, Aillard. Wait for me."

Aillard bowed and closed the door once Wynona stood beside me. Aillard, my butler—yes, I do have one those guys but he's my favorite because we play jenga and uno together.

I found him back at the French Revolution, making a deal with a wrong demon. So, I offered him a better one. He didn't even hesitate to say yes.

From a noble to a butler, he didn't complain. He did once drunkenly said to me, noble life was boring and he was thankful I saved his head from getting chopped off.

If only Marie Antoinette took my deal, we would be playing jenga together. I almost had Catherine the Great but she was died before we could settle a deal. She was a tough cookie.

Well, Marie's head is somewhere out there.

I craned my neck and pumped those Lure that I was lucky to have.

Even Wynona wasn't immune to my Lure. I saw her eye glazed over and followed me blindly. She looked stupid, so I faced her and blew over her mouth, seeing the blue essence travelling from my mouth to hers and her glazed eyes faded.

She licked her lips and frowned, "I really fucking hate that Lure of yours. I'm straight as fuck but you turn that shit on I become bisexual."

"Try it, it's fun to experiment." I chuckled as I walked ahead.

My kind had no limits, but I'm the only one who had morals. Also, mother.

"Easy for you to say, it's part of your lifestyle." She grumbled as she followed.

I stood in front of the doors, fixing my dress, fluffing my hair and checked my lips.

I could hear the buzzing noises of the vampires arguing—the council, the others were muttering their thoughts.

With the shotgun in my other hand as the other pushed the doors with my inhuman strength.

The room quieted and stared at me, some were glaring, others were confused as hell.

"I'm sorry, I'm late, darlings." I announced as I swayed towards the middle where the council stood around a round table. I can feel their eyes on me, like those lizard who stare at you when they're hungry. I didn't look at the King, not yet, I needed to focus on my target.

"Excuse me, ma'am but I think you're in the wrong property." The old vampire said, wearing a tuxedo with a frown on his face.

Wynona strolled behind me as I held my shotgun in my glove hands. The vampires finally noticed my weapon and all of them hissed.

I put my Lure up to notch, soon the glares turned to glazed ones and they stood rigid.

I saw my target looking at me like I'm his dessert to eat. Once, I'm settled in my spot with enough range to reach him; I lowered my Lure.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Another old vampire boomed, the glazed look was gone but they didn't dare to attack unless I pulled the trigger.

"I'm here for Stefan, darling." I announced to the crowd, ohhh the drama. The audience stared at us with interest.

The crowd stopped their questions and stared at the King who sat in his throne.

I finally saw him, yummy. I stared at him, raven dark hair in a vintage comb over hairstyle that reminded me of Clark Kent hairstyle, the Christopher Reeves one not the Henry Cavill, a man with taste. Unlike, the other older vampires that looked like they're in a business meeting, he looked like he came from a meeting and removed his tux jacket, he sat there with a dress shirt, two buttons unbuttoned leaving enough view of his chest without looking like he's about to strip, sleeves rolled up on his elbows—oh yes, those forearms. He's perfect. I almost licked my lips at the idea of him in my bed. A glass of whiskey in his hand while the other rest on the armchair.

With my inhuman sight, I could see his eyes—gray but his pupils were dilated. So, I'm not the only one. The feeling is mutual, my king.

But not now, Aiyana was my priority. My eternal flower.

I tore my gaze from him to my target.

Stefan stood, dumbfounded as I removed my Lure and now, everybody was on alert but without their King's command, they wouldn't do shit.

I had His Majesty's attention even without the Lure, probably because of my legs or boobs. I'll find out if he's a thigh, ass, or boob man later.

"Remember me, darling?" I cocked my head to the side, shooting him an innocent look.

He looked confused, as he frowned to try to remember where he met me. He wouldn't remember me, it was years ago.

"What is the meaning of this, Stefan?" The King asked, calmly.

Oh hell, that rumble in his chest almost made me shiver.

"I don't know, Your Majesty." He bowed in acknowledgement.

"Oh, what a shame." I cocked my hips and did not missed the King's eyes following the movement.

"Explain yourself, woman." He ordered, I ignored the urge to snap back to show him who's more in power.

"Stefan and I met 30 years ago—"

Stefan cut me off, a glare appeared in his eyes. Oh, he remembers. Delightful.

"You fucking bitch." He snarled as he poised himself to attack.

"I prefer demon but whatever you like." I shrugged.

The King didn't say anything anymore, he was just watching the spectacle that was happening in front of him.

My shotgun was loaded and quickly aimed, but didn't pressed the trigger. Yet.

The vampires near Stefan moved away but not the target, he was cocky.

"That gun wouldn't kill me, bloodwhore."

"Oh, it will, darling. Watch me," I aimed lower to his knees, and pressed the trigger.

Stefan screamed in pain, he fell against the table, I heard the crowd stood and await for the King's orders but His Majesty did not say anything.

He watched.

I closed our gap until the table was only thing blocking him.

I heard a female scream, the sounds of struggle but the King raised his free hand until I can see a female vampire being held by two stronger vampires.

"Stefan!" She screamed at him.

"Bitch!" Stefan screamed at me.

Ignoring the female vampire, I stared at Stefan. 30 years of looking for him, he was now in front of me.

I can still hear Aiyana's screaming for my name as Stefan devoured her neck. I may be dizzy that time but that scream stuck to my head until now.

This disgusting piece of shit.

I contain my composure, not willing for any emotion to plaster on my face.

"Wynona, sweetie. Help him up." I ordered, Wynona knew better than to voice her protests. Her wraith strength carried him until he sat on a chair near him, I rose an eyebrow at her and she frowned, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants but not his drawers.

"What are you doing?" An older vampire asked who stood nearest me but far away from my gun.

"Showing you his downfall." I muttered as I reached between my cleavage to reload, breaking the gun so I could unload and reload the gun but not before kissing the bullet making sure my lip stain the bullet. Once loaded, I swung the barrel back into place, cocking the hammer and all I need was firing at his dick.

"You fucking bitch—"

"I'm getting bored, darling." I hit him with my Lure and the beauty of the Lure was I could control it. His once glaring, turned to moaning and whimpering. "I just need you to confess the crimes you have committed 30 years ago."

With his kneecaps blown off, the pain he used to feel was mixed with pleasure and desire, a good combination for torture.

He was panting, his need to reach me intensified when he couldn't touch me. So he settled for his hand, he desperately lowered his drawers and grabbed his erection as he rubbed himself dry.

He didn't deserve climax.

"You witch! She has hexed him!" The female screamed.

Let them think what I was, it was enjoyable to watch them struggle to figure out what I was.

"Don't touch yourself, darling." I whispered but with the company of vampires, I knew all of them heard me.

He protested but he did stopped masturbating.

"Now, if you wanna cum, you better tell everyone what you did."

I saw in my peripheral vision that the King was interested on what was happening in front of them, an unknown woman who had power over a hundred year old vampire.

How enticing must it be for them. See, this is why I lived for the drama.

That's why sometimes we need drama especially when we're all immortal.

"Oh fuuuuck," I saw him gripping his erection tightly.

"Darling, you must tell them what happened." I ordered, intensifying the Lure.

The veins in his neck was prominent, jaw clenching and sweating. Stefan was handsome, the type of guys, mothers would want their daughter to end up with.

So does Ted Bundy.

"There was a talk amongst the Night Fall—" Night Fall, the supernatural's club owned by a High Fae from Unseelie Court, Winter Fae. I knew him well. He left the Winter Court now. "—anyone who could hunt down the child that accompanies the Golden Beauty would be considered powerful." He gritted.

The whole crowd was quiet. This wasn't what I expected. I stopped breathing, someone was hunting my girls. At first, it was all jokes and drama but this damper my mood. I lifted my chin, with quick reflexes I shot his other arm.

He screamed, I stopped the Lure and let him feel the pain. I relished the sight of him in pain.

Usually, when I interrogate people, it depends on the person and the goal was but this was personal. Way too personal.

I had a crowd, a King, and Council of Vampires watching me. I maintained my cocky posture but inside I was fuming.

Stefan deserved to suffer.

He was one lucky son of a bitch. I would have done way more worse than this.

"Go on, darling." I whispered, my anger rising and all my focus was on him. I pulled out yet another bullet, kissing it and reloading it.

He groaned in pain but he couldn't stop the urge to please me. "I-I hired a private investigator to find out who was the Golden Beauty, took me a decade but I found—y-you. I planned on killing you, relish that blood everyone wanted but I saw you kill someone and decided to stick on the original goal. I followed you for day—"

My nostrils flared, how come I didn't notice him. How come not one of my girls noticed him?!

He was so lucky that there were too many witnesses, I could have brought him to my estate and make him regret living.

"I waited, waited for you to visit the child everyone was talking about. I was about to give up then you brought her to a park." He gasped out, he shot me a pleaded look. "Please, let me touch youuu." He beseeched.

"You whore! That's my mate!" The woman screamed.

"Watch me, take what's yours." I didn't let him think what I was talking about until I jerked to my left, my right leg in front of the other, cocking the gun and fired.

It happened so fast, even the woman didn't notice me moving and firing. She slumped on the vampires hold, dead.

Vampires may be invincible but a little dose of Hellfire on the bullet and aim it to the heart or head, they're nothing.

Stefan yelled as he watched his mate, the vampires holding her dropped her in panic. All of them, shock and afraid that a bullet could kill them.

Even the King, looked perturb but managed to look nonchalant. There were ways to kill a vampire but it must be close range and also, the older the vampire, the harder it is to kill them.

Apparently, this woman was a baby.

"You fucking bitch. You-" he sputtered but everyone could see his hand was still on his erection. Disgusting.

I put the Lure on again and his anger dissipated, he began rubbing himself again. "The story, darling. Tell. Them." I hissed.

He panted like a dog, yet I could see him struggling to prevent himself to talk but the Lure was too powerful for him. "I heard the stories about you, the Golden Beauty who allures every supernatural and human with every breath she take. Everyone feared you and your women but a lot of them wanted to see you fall. So people started a game—"

So that's why some of my girls were worried about being followed.

"What was the prize?" I asked.

"Bragging rights." He moaned, bringing him closer to an orgasm. Well that was a useless prize.

"Don't you dare finish." I said.

"I took a tranq that could take down an alpha wolf and tripled the dose. Once you went back to the car, I took the opportunity to shoot you and you quickly fell to the ground and the child was now unprotected." My ego was bruised that it took a tranq to knock me down. "I didn't know how long before you wake up or if you would wake up but I didn't dare to know so I went for the child."

I knew what was happening next. I could remember the smell when I found Aiyana. The only evidence he left was the imprint of his ring and his smell.

"Tell them." I whispered.

The Vampire King put his drink on the table and leaned forward, I knew he knew what would happened next but it was the obvious thing they all think.

"I approached the girl. I didn't expect—I didn't expect her to be so breathtaking." He rubbed himself, probably remembering the day it happened.

"How old was she?" I need to let the Vampire crowd that their rule was broken.

"Eight."

Not one vampire did not stopped breathing, they all knew the rules that their King established.

No child must come to harm.

"Then what did you do?"

"She was beautiful, rare—unique. Like you. She was humming, I-I had to. I want to. I need to. Please." He begged, knowing the next words coming out of his mouth would seal his fate.

"Stefan, don't tell me—" an older woman vampire gasped as they put together on what he did.

A child of supernatural was rare and treasured. Especially, when it comes to vampires as their fertility rate was lower than other supernatural creatures.

"Please!" He begged at me. I didn't know what he was begging for, a release or for mercy.

Probably both.

"You can finish when you tell them what you did."

"I fucked her!" He yelled, his confession echoed in the gymnasium.

"Bastard!" A vampire yelled behind us.

"I fucked her. She screamed for you, she was so beautiful, enticing, tight. I couldn't resist. Her blood. I had to taste it, I bit her neck. I couldn't stop, it was so delicious. I fucked her until there's no blood left. Oh hell, fuck. Fuck. Fuck—!"

I shot him in the heart.

He died but knowing very well how the body function, he came.

The spurts of his release landed on his clothed stomach.

No one said a word, the King stared at Stefan in disgust and anger. "Burn his body alongside Kiara, there will be no funeral for him." He declared, two vampires blurred behind Stefan's body, carried him away; she saw the vampires' disgust etched to their faces. Deimos leaned back in his seat, rubbing a hand on his face.

The barrel of the gun was smoking, I ignored it. Here, I thought my goal was done yet it just grew more bigger.

I laid my shotgun against my shoulder, the barrel aiming at the ceiling and the butt of the gun pressed against my breast.

I plastered a force smile at the Council and the King.

"Thank you for indulging me. Continue on your meeting." I winked at the King, who took a sip on his whiskey and turned around, strutting towards the exit.

"Au revoir, dears." My voice echoing to the gymnasium.

Wynona followed behind me as we exited the place and pressed the high frequency button, giving us a sound proof area from any supernatural.

Aillard opened the car door and Wynona and I sat on the car as we left the place.

"I need to hunt down each of those bastard. Bring back Bellona, this is more urgent."