Morgan is Lost 2

She turned and walked away to the room. I let out a sigh, and left, my primary focus now back to finding the king.

He has a study in the left, and I ran to it. It was locked firmly.

I steadied myself and hit the door hard, and it budget. It was useless effort however, because he wasn't there either.

I ran out of options. He wasn't anywhere, and I didn't know where else to check.

It was all my fault, really. I had been too insensitive and out of tune with his emotioms that I hadn't even considered how own.

I remember when we used to be younger, and life just was way easier. He wasn't king, and we were really close friends, nothing less. Whenever something happened with his parents, he would come to me. We were too young to actually understand it all, but he had a small garden we would go to, and just sit there happily, escaping away from the turbulence of being linked to royalty, directly or indirectly.

'The garden,' I thought. He would be in the garden now, most probably.  I stood up, my energy renewed. I would find him and bring him back. 

'A friend maybe?' I should have just being a friend. I should have been with him when he felt that way.

 MORGAN'S P.O.V

"Don't come any closer," I could feel him from miles away, and I knew he would find me in the end. I just didn't know a better place where I could be alone. 

"Morgan," he said, advancing slowly.

I laughed sarcastically, throwing my head back. "You still think of me as a monster, don't you?" 

He shook his head. "Of course not. I know you're not a monster."

"If you see me as a monster, what exactly does Samantha think? You have seen me since I was a little boy to the time I stopped growing. So if you could for one moment, change your opinion about me, what the hell do you think Samantha will do?"

I pounded hard on the ground, my anger bursting through me. I was slowly starting to hate who I was, being a vampire, and not just any ordinary one. A king. A king of over three million vampires. I was bound to be a monster. Its my fate.

"I didn't change my opinion about you, Morgan. I swear it. I am sorry that I said all of those. I am sorry I made you feel the way you feel right now. But if, Nathan kissed Samantha forcefully, I guess he deserved what you did to him. If someone had done that to my woman, I guess I would have done worse."

I laughed again. "You bowed to me. You asked me to punish you by the fire too. You know I would never have done that. Do I have no right over my woman anymore?" 

He shook his head and came closer to me. "You have all rights. All the rights in this world, I promise."

"So, why do I feel this way?"