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The Duke's Passion

[ MAIN STORY COMPLETED ] In the Heart’s Kingdom, a kingdom where vampires reign and humans were nothing but livestock, Lilou, a peasant, found herself being preyed upon by the worst maniacal vampire of his kind. However, as terrifying as what he addressed her as his ‘reserved meal’, this vampire also called her his bride! Except: My eyes brood with fear, gazing at the still-beating heart in his hand. “My Lord, pardon me but… is this the bloody proof you promised to show me?” I asked, my voice shook as I gulped down whilst struggling my trembling knees from giving away. “Mhm… do you now believe I’m good at capturing hearts?” The silver-haired man, bearing those menacing pair of deep crimson eyes stared proudly at me after a nod. I gasped when he clenched his hand and squeezed the fresh heart to smithereens. “Yes, milord. You’re good at it, literally.” I’m mortified, watching the pieces of the heart fall as he approached. His every step made me take a step back until my back reached a solid pillar. “Huh,” Samael chuckled briefly, stopping in front of me. His long, pointy nails that were covered with blood traced my elbow down to my hand. Gently, he clipped my forefinger in between his, guiding it before his lips. “Did I pass your test, though?” He asked, the sharp tip of his nail playing over the tip of my finger. I stared at his penetrating gaze as I reluctantly answered, “Barely.” He smirked, nodding in satisfaction before he pressed his nail on the tip of my forefinger that was quick to produce a drop of blood. “Such sweet aroma.” He whispered, placing my bleeding finger in his mouth and licking it with passion. His menacing gaze never left mine as he consumed a bit of my blood. “Does that mean you’re accepting my invitation?" Keeping my finger in between his fangs, Samael inquired. I bit my lower lip unconsciously, my heart within my chest drummed as my back broke into sweats. “But… I’m just…” I paused, hoping my answer would put an end to this. “… I’m just a human.” Samael clicked his tongue, displeased at my response as he let my finger go. “No,” He whispered. My entire body stiffened when he bent over, caressing my shoulder up to my neck by the apex of his nose, as his hot breaths prickled my skin. "You're not just a mere human... you are my human." He stressed before I sensed his lips part and the tip of his fangs against my skin. Cover not mine. *** Original Story by: alienfrommars FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM for original character arts: @authoralienfrommars Discord server: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e

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Boosting his ego

"Tsk. That innocent look on your face is infuriating, just in case you don't know."

"Milord," After clearing my throat, believing this negotiation could still ensue, I took another step forward. However, after taking a step forward, he took a step back.

Right, he didn't like my odor.

"I think it's impossible to attain romance with your food. But, perhaps, I can help?" I beamed him a smile, casting him a hopeful look.

I knew he was just being greedy. But it was impossible for him to have a romance with his food. Even nobles wouldn't eat their pets, and they hold a proper funeral for them.

Ironic that noble pets had proper burials when peasants didn't.

"Help?" Samael raised his brows once again. His weary expression told me this was my chance to explain my plans. Thinking of Old Olly's advice and the lessons I had learned from my father's stories, I truly thought that I could help him.

If I helped him, perhaps he would agree to my condition. After all, I needed to prove I am worthy to receive the promise of the duke.

"Milord, you must capture the heart of the lady you fancy," I said, raising my brows as I beamed him a grin.

"Capture?" he asked with a complicated look. "You want me to capture your heart?"

"Milord, we're talking about your wonderful romance tale and not about how to cook my heart!" I corrected almost immediately, feeling a little nervous at the thought.

"Huh… I see. I thought it was strange that you wanted me to capture your heart," he mumbled, and I heaved a sigh of relief, knowing we had finally agreed about something.

"So, you're telling me to capture anyone's heart to start my romance?" he asked after a moment of contemplation.

I nodded and corrected, "Not just anyone, milord. You should capture the heart of the woman you fancy."

I stressed the word 'woman', so he wouldn't mix me into it. After all, I'm just food that needs to get healthy in order to be served as a proper meal.

Upon my correction, Samael looked at me blankly. He seemed lost at my explanation.

What was so hard to understand about my explanation?

"I can capture anyone's heart as I please. It's an easy feat. However, I don't think it has anything to do with romance, silly."

"But…" Out of words to persuade him, I unconsciously bit my lower lip.

Does this mean he wouldn't give me his word to protect everyone in the field?

The thought of failing my first, and perhaps, last negotiation, which I was confident I could attain caused me to hang my head low. I failed everyone.

Just as I was feeling gloomy, Samael spoke. "Fine!"

As soon as he uttered those words, I raised my head. He still seemed annoyed, ruffling his unruly silver hair.

"I'll show you that I'm good at capturing hearts and that it has nothing to do with romance, alright?"

"Then… does that mean…" I pursed my lips, hesitant to push my agenda further.

"Well, since you've stressed me enough and I know you would do everything just to get what you want. Therefore, you have my word, meal." Samael waved his hand, sounding defeated for whatever reason.

Regardless of how he sounded, I could feel my vitality seeping deep into my bones.

"Really?" Out of excitement, I asked to confirm.

"Yes, really." He stressed each word while nodding.

I restrained myself from jumping out of happiness. Now, I wouldn't have to worry about everyone in the field. If the Duke favored their land, perhaps my death wouldn't be in vain.

Now, I finally had a purpose to do better and please this crazy duke.

"However," Amid my celebratory emotions, I paused when I heard him speak again. "I won't exert effort in capturing hearts for nothing."

I gulped all ears at the exchange he wanted in return. I was ready. I should be.

"If I've proven that romance has nothing to do with me capturing hearts, you'll have to see me as a man. It is a test for you and me." He explained while I remained puzzled.

A test for him and me? See him as a man? Well, I definitely never looked at him as a woman.

"I'm telling you, though. I'm good at capturing hearts." He added confidently with a shrug. "What do you say?"

"I think his lordship is charismatic and could do it properly?" I said, flattering him just to boost his motivation.

"Certainly, I am!" Pleased at my answer, Samael radiated with imaginary sparkles.

"Without a shadow of doubt, milord!" Again, I praised him in order to boost his ego.

It appeared that Samael liked flattery more than anyone. Well, he was a little… no; he was a complete narcissist. I should start thinking of praising him to the heavens to survive longer.

After he laughed, he suddenly turned his back to me and raised his hand. Walking towards the entrance and exit of the shack, he said, "If I pass your test, you'll accept my invitation for a proper date, right?"

"Huh?"

"I'll tell Rufus that we're staying in my mansion tonight. He'll escort you there. See you later!" he said without looking back.

I stared at him, retreating with myriads of questions in mind. Did we really agree on the same thing?

He sounded like he meant something that was far different from my advice. And… did he just say that I would have to stay at his mansion tonight?

I bit the nail of my thumb as I paced back and forth. Well, he must probably feel very uncomfortable in this small shack. Unlike his mansion, which spanned hundreds of acres, this shack was smaller than a chambermaid's room. 

I clicked my tongue and shook my head. "What's important is that the Duke promised to protect everyone. Whether he kills me tonight…" I paused, swallowing as I forced a smile on my lips.

I couldn't say it. It still hadn't fully sunk in that I was possibly a dead person walking.

"My lady, His Grace, has ordered us to escort you back to the mansion. If you please, we'll set out before dusk."

Suddenly, I heard a man — which I assumed to be one of the knights — announce. It was odd to be addressed as "Lady", but I didn't dwell on it.

Slowly, I turned and faced him.

With a subtle and weary smile, I answered. "Yes."

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I'm editing the early chaps to match my current writing style. So, ignore the difference as that only means I hadn't edited that part yet. It gets better though. I always seek improvement in writing.

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