Bride of the vampire
Chapter seventeen

Little did he know, what awaited him in that dark cell would be the shock of his life. The Slay Monster

Damien almost met his demise while attempting to capture it.

"How could he lock me in here with it? I will surely perish from its first strike." Max screamed, his voice echoing through the dungeon. "Damien!!!" he yelled, pounding on the door with all his might.

"I beg of you, please don't do this to me," he cried, his fear palpable. Even if he were to die, he didn't want it to be a painful death.

"I have always followed your orders, never disobeyed you! How could you do this to me?." he pleaded, confessing both his sins and his innocence.

The monster roared menacingly behind him.

"I cannot die like this. I have yet to experience the joys of fatherhood, the beauty of the beach, the warmth of a loving relationship. I have not yet fallen in love. How can I die without experiencing all of this?." he murmured silently, as the monster drew closer.

Its entire body glowed like a raging fire, its red eyes fixated on Max, ready to consume him whole.

Max closed his eyes, bracing himself for what seemed like an inevitable fate. He knew there was no point in fighting against it. If the monster had the power to harm Damien, it would surely be fatal for him.

As he waited for the creature to devour him, a voice suddenly broke through the silence.

"Is this how I taught you?". someone said.

Max's eyes shot open, relief flooding through him as he realised he was still alive. "Father!" he exclaimed, a surge of happiness coursing through him at the sight of his father appearing at just the right moment. His father's stern expression softened slightly as he looked at Max. "Even if you were to die, you should have faced it like a warrior, not a scared fool." he chided.

Max glanced behind his father and was astonished to see the monster peacefully sleeping. How had his father managed to put it to sleep?.

Seeing the confusion on Max's face, his father explained, "The monster was never truly awake. It was merely an illusion created by Damien to punish you. If you were to touch it, it would disappear." Gratitude filled Max's heart as he rose to his feet and bowed to his father. "Thank you, father," he said sincerely.

His father chuckled and said, "Let's make our exit before the real monster awakens."

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Damien entered the special room, requesting crystal once again. He patiently waited, sipping his cocktail.

In an instant, Crystal entered, wearing a provocative dress.

She wore a white top that accentuated her chest, with her abdomen exposed. Her yellow skirt was too short, revealing her smooth thigh.

"How can someone so attractive have such an innocent face?." Damien wondered.

He observed as she played music and began to dance.

She moved her hips slowly, not saying a word to him, which was unusual.

Damien smirked.

"Strip." he commanded.

Crystal stared at him in shock.

"Strip?." she repeated, hoping she had misunderstood.

"Why are you so surprised? Isn't stripping part of the private dance?." Damien smirked.

Crystal wished she could wipe the smirk off his face with a slap, hoping it would bring him back to reality.

Yes, stripping was indeed part of the show, but Crystal found it difficult to strip for Damien.

As she watched him lean against the bed, she couldn't help but notice how he looked like a king on the throne. However, his constant smirking and winking made her wonder if his face ever hurts from doing that all the time. Crystal's hands trembled as she gulped down the lump in her throat, preparing to remove her top. But as she looked into Damien's eyes, she could see nothing but

loathing for her.

Tears welled up in Crystal's eyes, a line of them escaping down her cheeks. Her voice came out as a whisper, shaking with fear, "Why are you making me do this?"

She hoped that Damien would change his mind, but he just stood there, waiting for her to strip. Crystal fought to control her tears, not wanting to cry in front of him.

In a calm, cold voice, Damien threatened, "Will you strip or should I go down and complain to your boss? You're not doing your job properly."

Reluctantly, Crystal slowly lifted her top, revealing her chest. Damien's eyes immediately fixated on a red mark. Confusion washed over his face as he wondered how she had gotten that mark. "How did you get that mark?" he suddenly asked.

Crystal glanced down at her chest and gasped. How did it get there? She wondered.

"I'm not sure," she replied honestly. The red mark was situated uncomfortably close to her chest, and she had no idea how it had appeared.

Damien nodded, sensing her sincerity. He couldn't read her mind, but he could tell she was telling the truth.

"Come here, princess," he said, patting his lap.

Crystal hesitated for a moment before cautiously walking over and sitting on his lap. Damien draped his jacket over her, as if to cover up the awkwardness of his previous question.

He held her gently, running his fingers through her hair.

He held her tightly, as if afraid she might slip away.

And in that moment, she felt safe.

Not long after, the crystal fell asleep, and Damien carefully laid her on the bed. However, he could feel himself losing control.

The scent of her blood filled his nostrils, tempting him to sink his fangs into her neck and drain her completely. The desire for a taste overwhelmed him, but he couldn't bear the thought of hurting her.

His eyes began to change, gradually turning a deep shade of red. Why was her blood driving him to madness? He wondered, struggling to understand.

Normally, no matter how thirsty he was, Damien could always maintain control. So why was it slipping away from him now?

He felt suffocated, as if his inner demon was fighting to take over. The urge became unbearable, and he let out a silent roar. His fangs extended, and his fingers grew unnaturally long.

In a desperate attempt to protect Crystal, he leapt out of the window and sprinted deep into the forest. He knew that if he couldn't regain control, her safety would be at risk. Blood consumed his thoughts, overpowering any rationality he had left. He desperately searched for an animal to feed on, but none were in sight.

At the same time, he silently prayed that he wouldn't come across a human, for it would surely spell their doom.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the chaos.

"Looks like someone is hungry for blood." it taunted, holding up a pack of blood.

"Blood," Damien growled, his instincts taking over as he lunged for it.

"No, no, Vampire. It's all about give and take," Delilah said, her voice dripping with a sinister charm. "You promise to do what I want, and I will give you the blood." Damien's eyes narrowed with anger, his fangs itching to sink into her flesh. But he knew he couldn't. He was trapped, and she was taking advantage of his weak moments. "Delilah," he growled, his voice laced with frustration and resentment. "What do you want?".

A sly smile played on her lips as she swung the vial of blood in front of him, taunting him with its crimson allure. She knew he was desperate for it.

"I don't want anything as of now," she replied, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and malice. "Just promise me that when the time comes, you will give me what I want."

Damien's growl intensified, his frustration boiling over. He despised being at her mercy, but he had no choice. He had to play her game.

"I promise." he spat, his voice laced with venom.

A triumphant smile spread across Delilah's face, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Vampires may be creatures of darkness, but they never went back on their word. She knew she had him right where she wanted him. With a swift motion, she threw the vial of blood at him, the liquid splattering across his face. Damien's eyes burned with hunger as he fought to control his instincts.