Wails Wandered These Walls

(This chapter contains SA that may upset or discomfort readers, 18+)

Although I was in a deep state of dreadful pain and sleep, voices still managed to echo through my head. I couldn't specifically make out whose voices they were or distinguish it from reality and my mind. But one thing I know for sure is that the still politeness in this unknown figures voice has such a calming voice. So calming that I could even say it gave my body jolts of electricity.

Mary, who I can feel wrapped around my waist, desperately was calling for help.

Although I knew this could, or would, be the end. I still had hope. A small chance that maybe some hero would be here to save me. Hero's like the ones from fairytales read to children.

Just when I thought it was the end. Clashing of hooves made my heart start racing with hope again. Whoever this may be, I am glad that atleast I'll be able to live and see moluan again.

But now, the chilled softness of this man's voice wasn't just a soft comforting talk, but a sinister whisper to the ears.

He called, "This shall be the princess," I could sense the wry smile that grew on his face, so passionate that even though his ambitions for help was obvious, it seemed a hidden intention lurked within.

"Escort the princess to my palace, we shall help her there" he bellowed on to one of his soldiers. My mind switched blank, and the last thing I could remember was the rough grip of another man's embrace.

It must've been hours later, that we arrived in this man's castle. I thought "that explains the sudden warmth" but before I could even open my eyes to examine the room, the door ambushed me to a sudden creak.

"I must assume, Princess Elena, that your awake...Its been 2 whole days you have been resting."

"Two whole days!" I beckoned, without even realising I was thinking out loud. His laugh swarmed every inch of the large baroque room. This man must be wealthy, I thought to myself.

Every inch was covered in painted marble of Every biblical story there was. What for? I dont know myself, living in hell, with the story of God covered within your walls? I wonder just how father would let.

The palace itself seemed to be more like a château, it wasn't large in size, but the decor and architecture made it so. The white and gold, representing the angles, yet the man himself looked like an angel.

Now looking at him, his silky hair shone a golden white, and his eyes were not red or orange, it was like seeing the stigma of a daisy. but yet his skin was much more lively then mine. He looked alive. A crisp of light brown and olive made a painting on his body.

"Such a lovely sight for a man" I wanted to meet his family and parents. "Well her majesty? have you looked around enough? let me hear your voice to enlighten myself" he said with a smile perched on his face,

"Good Evening young man, I assume you must be of a high rank to earn such amazing architecture, I must say, I only saw something like this through human history books of French aristocracy"

"Yes," he replied in a light but persuading way "I was heavily inspired by French baroque architecture even as a young boy, my father took me once, and ever since I began to get even more interested in the religions that the people support there" he explained whilst rubbing his walls in amazement.

"I must say, well I assume you know who I am, but why bring me here when I could go home?" I raised an eyebrow over to him in concern.

"My dear princess Elena, how can I not know who you are, your long black hair that entangles in my heart. your blazing red eyes that makes my heart skip a beat, it just saddens me that you don't know me" he looks away after taking a final breath,

"But mysterious man, I may not know who you are, and I dont care about what you think of me, you simply didn't answer my question" I responded, looking away and sighing.

Before I could even say a word more, he rushed over with large striding footsteps. Moments later sitting right next to me and looking me straight in the eyes.

"I am, Leopold Kiro, the son of the man who roams your palaces to be with the king." his sentence finishes, Leopold? the ignorant Leopold I know?

"But Princess, I must say, I want to devour you, I want to make you mine. The second I saw you laying in the cold snow with blood wrapped around you just like a blanket, I knew I wanted to get a taste of you"

"W-what are you saying!" I yelled backing away into the corner of the bed,

"It hurts princess, I imagined the pain you must've been in, and it excited me, but what hurts more is that your going to marry off to some random imbecile in the land of human, when the had me!" his voice grew louder, as his beautiful eyes widened.

"Leopold no-" I begged.

Yet although I pushed and shoved he still managed to pin me down onto his bed. He grabbed me by my arms and threw them against my head. "stop- Please!" I wailed pushing and shoving him away.

As a princess, as a vampire...never have I thought I would get violated like I did that day.

his warm lips embraced mine, like a wave of water at the beach eroding my life. His hands tickled down between my legs. I clenched them hard, I could've harder. "please...No!" I yelled, muffled under the heat of his breath.

His desperate hands ripped my shirt open, revealing my bare chest to him. My nipples went hard, the shiver of my body excited him more. "Look Elena, you may say you don't want it, but look at these, they are bouncing for me!" He devoured my breast, and not only that. His hand travelled down to where my entry was.

With a violent push he spun me to my knees, with my head shoved into the bed. Revealing the wetness of my hole. I knew I didn't want this, yet my body wanted it. I was disgusted, I wanted to throw up.

His soft tounge touched it, his soft breath lingered on it, my body wanted it more.