Still Hate

He pushed her slowly to the wall in annoyance, trying to control his rage, however, he became still when he noticed whatever he had done to her.

He looked at the young vampiress, his mind wandering back to fourteen years ago. How could she not remember who he was or who the crown prince was?

He looked away, doing his possible best not to let those childish moments get in between what he had already planned.

Now, he must ensure that no matter what happens, the Alpha should never see the birthmark on the girl.

When he looked at her unconscious self, he found out that this could be an opportunity to stop whatever misery was approaching. So he decided to communicate with one of his men, Zack.

'Zack, where are you?' he asked through the mind link and he heard a response,

'At the pack houses. There is a rumour that some sort of creature hunts the pups at night.'

'Has the alpha been informed?'

'Yes, my lord. He should be with the councils right now.'

'Good,' he thought. It only meant that there is no way the Alpha is approaching this dungeon very soon.

'I need a new gown for the vampiress, a dye, and a plaster. Get them for me right now.'

'I will do so, My lord.'

Ethan broke the mind link and carried the vampiress from the entrance. He took her further into the dungeon and stared at her naked shoulders.

Her gown was almost ripping off her body due to his previous attempts of looking for her birthmarks. He stared at the side of her waist where she had made a big tear on the cloth, her birthmark was long and glaring. It seemed as if that particular place of her body had just been sutured. It looked delicate and at the same time held deep secrets. At least, he knew what kind of secrets it could mean, so he was doing his best to protect it.

He looked at the cuff, he wanted to release it but the key was not with him so he decided to break the cuff himself so that she would be able to change into another gown if Zack comes.

With one look at the cuff, he exerted his energy and held each of the metals clinging together with her wrist. He separated them with force and then it broke.

"You don't have to be stubborn when you are an entirely weak ass," he said to her as his eyes still held on the mark. "I still hate you, you know?" He said, again and then his eyes slowly got driven away when he recalled that he needed a maid to get her changed.

'Zack, bring with you a maid." He took another look at the mark again and added, 'a trustable maid.'

'I will, my lord.'

Ethan did not bother staring at her any longer after he had made sure that she lay down on the floor perfectly.

He tried telling himself that all that he was about to do was for no one else sake than for his master. And all he needed to do was to torture her and let her go as quickly as possible after she tells the welfare of the witches.

Some minutes later, Zack and a maid entered the dungeon.

The maid held a similar white gown to the one that the Vampiress was wearing and on the neatly folded gown on her arms were the dye and plaster he had requested.

Ethan made a sign of dismissal and Zack immediately walked out of the chamber.

The maid bowed to Ethan and walked to the unconscious prisoner. "My Lord, you need to excuse me," she said and Ethan looked at her, quizzically before what she was trying to do registered in his brain.

"I will, but wait." He stretched his hands forward, and without being told what to do, the maid handed over to him the dye and plaster.

He bent down beside Hazel and tore the part of her cloth she had torn the other time.

The dye was a red one just like he had requested, he held the vampiress, letting her rest comfortably on his arm before rummaging his fingers through her hair, checking for the hairpin she hid in it.

When he saw it, he took hold of it and laid her body comfortably on his lap. He brought her hairpin nearer to her stomach and dipped the sharp object into her skin, somewhere near her birthmark.

Her birthmark was a large, red crescent-like shape, resembling that of the ones he used to see in books. He could not recall what that birthmark means and why this lady who was not a werewolf had it, but he knew for sure what it meant if the alpha sees it.

He made a few more strokes of marks near her birthmark and a few ones looking like the crescent one for it to look like it were just some permanent scar she received.

Just after he was done with the strikes, the cut healed almost immediately and he grunted.

How could he hide the birthmark when the marks he was trying to create kept healing?

He looked around, trying to look for what he could use to make the scar he would give her there visible. He looked at the maid, "Do you have any necklaces made of teeth or claws?"

"Yes, I do, My lord," The maid said and brought out her necklace. In the rope which made up the necklace were three claws. These kinds of necklaces were popular with young women in the pack. It is mostly used as fashion and a symbolic representation of a werewolf's love.

It was known that the men who loved their mates often removed their teeth or claws and give them to their mates as proof of their love.

Men who did this were rare because for a werewolf to remove his claws or teeth, meant he or she had gone through thorough torture and was ready to go through eternal shame.

So most women often made the claws and teeth as necklaces to prove to their friends that they have mates who value them more than anything.

Unfortunately, for the maid to have one, the value of the necklaces had decreased as people had started to sell fake ones to most women with heavy prices as payments.

But here in the Capital of Greenville, the maids were given necklaces as a symbol of their working with the royals.

The maid removed the three claws and handed them to him.

Seeing this, a lopsided grin came across his cheek, and then he held tight to the hairpin.

'Kicking her ass off turns out to be a good thing. She would have turned wild if she was conscious,' he laughed at himself and then strike the pin deeply into her skin in three places. Before the wounds could dry, he dipped the claws in each of the wounds, and then the skin closed up.

That part of her skin looked slightly bigger than her birthmark but then it made the birthmark look less outstanding.

When he was about to apply the dye, he heard Zack communicating to him through the mind link, "My lord, Alpha Lucifel is approaching the dungeon right now."

A/N:

What is gonna happen now?