The Consort's Blood

The castle walls were the strongest object for miles around, but the stones could be seen if one looked closely. It's made up of a variety of sizes and forms, each one unique. From afar, it appears to be a uniform grey, yet up close, it is a mosaic of ordinary boulders, each of which would be overlooked if found on the side of the road. Candles lit the whole castle as it had always been dark in the vampire realm.

In the castle, the Vampire King sat on his throne. He was bored and had nothing to do. Palace matters were getting boring, and all he had to do was sit and wait for the time to drink blood from his faey consorts.

This time, he ordered the head of the palace maids to bring him a fresh one. But, unfortunately, his palate changed a lot, and he found old faeys' blood unpleasant and rancid.

"My King, Ciel," The head of palace maids kneeled just a few meters away from the throne and bowed her head as she showed respect to the king. "I am here to deliver to you the faey that we brought for you today as dinner."

The black curtain that separates the king's throne from the servants was there, and Ciel could not see the girl that the palace maid brought for him. He was not a bit looking forward to his dinner tonight and just expected another ugly-looking faey who only had one mission to do, and that is to satisfy his thirst.

The faeys of the magical realm were abducted and were sacrificed as food to the royal vampires. They had no wings, and neither were they tiny. Thus, they were perfect prey to be offered as food for the royal vampires.

"I allow the curtains to be lifted," Ciel commanded, and in just a snap of a finger, the curtains were raised. The vampire king could see the palace maid and the faey consort who was supposed to be his dinner for tonight.

He raised a brow as he stared at the young girl staring back at him with a dull facial expression. For 2,000 years that he reigned the vampire realm, it was his first time seeing such a brave faey consort.

She was the first one who dared to make eye contact with him.

She was one such young faey, the skin of ebony and eyes of amber and had the appearance of soul fire sparking against the ice.

"What is your name?" Ciel asked. His eyes were gleaming as he continued to stare at the beautiful faey consort in front of him. Her pale milky white skin made him look much more appetizing than any of the faeys he had ever seen.

But he could care less.

Then, drinking blood from her would not be that boring for tonight.

The faey consort had long yellow hair fleeces that fell over their shoulders and were tucked above their brows with gold combs. Green pantaloons, buttoned with silk bobs and silver sandals, constituted their underwear, and a robe of green material inlaid with wildflowers stretched to their middle.

Or so he thought.

It had always been an uneventful day for him. But, these days, it only felt like he just wanted to use his power and destroy the vampire realm, and at the same time, he did not want to do anything at all.

The faey consort did not answer and bit her lips. The head of the palace maid glanced to her left, and the consort immediately spoke. "My name is Sena."

"Sena," Ciel repeated as he gazed at her. "Why don't you come here? Let us get this over with."

The faey consort named Sena nodded as she slowly walked her way to the throne. Each step she took was slow and precise, and there, she stood like a doll in front of the Vampire King.

He stood up as he gently grabbed the girl's hair and pulled it to the side, making her expose her neck. This sight was not something new as it had always been a scene that he saw every time he had dinner.

Will a day come where he would be looking forward to his dinner at all?

"Since this is your first time offering your blood," Ciel inclined his head to the right. "I will be gentle, but it will hurt."

The faey had that tantalizing amber eyes, but she just pursed her lips. Ciel was about to take a bite of her neck when she suddenly spoke, and he halted for a second.

"Since this is your first time drinking my blood," Sena, the faey consort, told him. Her eyes were dull, and she did not have any particular facial expression. "I will make sure that you won't be able to taste another faey's blood ever again."

"What does that mean?" Ciel asked as he stared at Sena in the eye.

"Nothing," Sena gave him an enigmatic smile. "Please have your dinner now, my king, Ciel."

Ciel snorted. This young faey consort was the same as every faey that he had tasted. Nothing new. She must have said that to avoid being the sacrificed faey consort for today. As usual, some of them act like they are challenging. But, in the end, they did not want to offer their blood to him.

The only thing they had to do was stand. What else did they want to do anyway?

Not wasting another second, he decided to have his dinner for tonight. When his fangs entered her flesh, the soft warmth gave way like a ripe melon, flooding his lips with thick, delicious blood. He pulled deep, gulping mouthful after mouthful, delighting in the vigor and life that flooded his veins, jolted his muscles, and gave him his semblance of life.

But instead of giving him life, he felt nauseous, dizzy and eventually felt like his head was going to burst.

Every part of his body felt like it was going to burst.

And when it did, he realized that he no longer existed in this world.