Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
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Embry POV.

Cyrus and that crazy as ever vampire by the name of King Marcellus have been gone for about ten minutes now and here I stand still stuck in place, just looking at the door that they left out of. I’m stuck. I don’t know what else to do. Cyrus just ran off after him not really telling me what to do. Should I move? Uh. I don’t know.

Hold up, wait a minute! Why the heck do I need Cyrus here to boss me around? What am I ten? I’ve never needed a man before. Okay well that’s a lie, I always needed my dad but that’s different and besides the point.

What I’m trying to say is that just because I’m bonded to Cyrus doesn’t mean that I can’t think for myself. I’m not a follower. I’m a leader, yeah! I can do this all by myself. Yup, even though he’s only been gone for around twelve minutes and ten seconds now and I already miss him terribly.

Geez. I’ve got it bad. Maybe, King Marcellus was right. I’m whipped and I can’t help but to wonder if he’s missing me too.

Oh, just stop it Embry! Just Stop. Now, I really am acting like a loved sick puppy. Thinking of which, I need to speak to my wolf.

I know Cyrus did some creepy vampire stuff to my head. She has to know what happened to me. I open my mind to her, only to be met by her Great Wall of mental block barrier. How, great? She’s ducking me.

I continue to stand frozen in place staring at the gigantically big, empty and overly luxurious space just thinking about why she’s acting so strange. A couple of minutes go by and eventually I get tired of picking my brain. What’s a girl to do? When it’s nothing to do I think to myself and that’s when a new realization dawns on me.

I really am bonded to a Vampire King. The Vampire King of this entire continent.

Yes, I’m a married woman now. This is my honeymoon period. I officially belong to Cyrus and he finally belongs to me. Yes, me! I’m finally his and that makes me his Queen.

I should be sitting around, kicking my feet up and relaxing because after everything I’ve been through I deserve a little metal break but first things first. Time to scream! Yes, I scream and excitedly jump up and down, like a kid waking up on Christmas Day to a ton of presents underneath the Christmas tree.

Yes, I’m that stoke! Can you blame me? I’ve finally been claimed after what seems like a century worth of heart aches. I’m finally his. He belongs to me and it seems like I’ve been waiting for a very long time to just be his. His one and only.

So, yes! I’m so excited and I just can’t hide it. I hop up and down, like a little bunny who just escaped a dangerous predator, by running straight into the rabbit hole making a sweet escape. This is the best feeling ever, I’m filled with so much joy and I don’t care how crazy I look. It’s my mating day, I can act like a child if I want to, no one is here to judge me anyway.

So I’m cool and that’s exactly when my ears pick up on somehow running down the stairways, quickly reminding me of why a person should never speak to soon.

“Is everything okay,” suddenly says a silvery voice from the other end of the room.

Caught red-handed, I freeze. Oh, my Goddess! I’m mortified, I can’t believe I’ve been caught acting this way.. Okay, breathe Embry and just do some embarrassment recovery I think to myself as I turn around to face the source of the voice with a beet red face.

I’m met with an outrageously gorgeous silvered eyed vampire girl with darker than night flawless skin that just draws you in. Wow, she’s a beauty.

She’s standing at the bottom of the stairway currently staring at me like I’m off my rocker and I can’t blame her because right now it looks like I am.

How embarrassing? I’ve never been so embarrassed. Ever.

“Um mm, hey,” are my horrible choice of first words. Um, mm, Hey! Really, Embry.

“Um mm, hey back,” she say’s with a soft giggle. “My apologizes I didn’t mean to intrude,”

“No need to apologize,” I quickly attempt to recover from my horrible choice of first words, as my eyes roam over her attire. She’s wearing a knee-length thick white cotton shirt and a pair of bright purple bunny slippers. Her long, loose, wavy, jet black hair is tied up in a high messy bun. Oh, my Goddess! I woke her up! How rude?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,”

Wait! She lives here. “Wait, I’m sorry who are you? Do you live here?”

Come on, Embry! I mentally scold myself. Now, you’re just being really rude. “No, wait! I’m sorry. That came out the wrong way. You don’t have to answer that. That’s clearly none of my business. My apologize,” What the heck is the matter with me?

“No need to apologize, and it clearly is all of your business my Queen,” she responds with a laugh, appearing right in front of me. “I’m Nyla the housekeeper but you can call me Ny,”

Hold on! Did she just call me her Queen? You know what, no more rude questions Embry. No more!

“Hello, Ny. I’m Em,” I start to introduce myself only to be interrupted by a very anger voice.

“What the heck, Death Trap,” screams Gutter Butter, as he storms through the door.

“Are you crazy? I thought something was wrong with you! A she-wolf screaming in the middle of the night who’s currently in the household occupied with creepy vampires that hate your species. That’s not cool, Embry. Not Cool,”

”You damn near given me a heart attack, which is impossible and you wonder why I named you Death Trap,” he say, looking rather pissed.

“I’m sorry,” I express as I process his words.“Wait, did you just say creepy vampires,”

“Yes, I did!” he responds, like it’s no big deal that he called his own species creepy. “Hey, Ny Baby,” he greets. Wait! Did he just call her baby? Actually, now that I’m looking at them. Gutter is staring at this girl likes she the women of his dreams. His beloved.. Maybe..

“Hey, G,” she greets back while biting down onto her full and perfectly plumped bottom lip. Meanwhile, Gutter Butter places his self in between the two of us and I didn’t miss he need to touch her as he wiggled his way in.

Plus, the two of them are on nickname bases, I think that’s explains everything right there. Interesting.

“Now are you going to tell me what the heck is the matter with you,” He questions me, taking all the attention of the two of them.

Am I going to tell him that I was behaving like a headless chicken for no apparent reason. Well, I do have my reasons but how could I ever explain them without exploding from embarrassment. Just how? “I was, um.. “I was, um, I was,”

“Hungry,” says Ny coming through for me. She’s a life saver.

“Em,” she begins to say before looking at me. “You don’t mind if I call you, Em. Do you?”

“No! Not at all,” she can call me whatever she wants at the moment besides Queen. That just feels to weird.

“Great,” she says before picking back up where she left off. “Em was just hungry and you know how she-wolves are when they don’t eat,”

“Yes, I was hungry,” I say, mentally thanking her. That’s a good one! I like this girl. She really is a life saver. “Yes, that’s it. I’m starved.”

Gutter Butter looks me over in that I don’t believe you type of way before saying. “Sure, you we’re hungry, even though there is soup on the stove and untouched grilled cheese sandwiches on the counter, but okay. I’ll go with the you was hungry story as long as your not dead,”

Crap! He’s caught me there. Now what am I supposed to say? You see that’s why I don’t lie. I’m a horrible at it! My lies always catch up with me.

Ny laughs and then once again comes to my rescue by saying, “I see you haven’t changed,”

“The sandwiches are cold and the soup can be left for another day,” she continues on. “How about I make a fresh hot breakfast and then we can all go back to bed. Em is fine,”

“Just look at her, she’s safe. There is no need to go all cave man on her. What are you her dad? Plus, I know that your are hungry. You’re always hungry. So, how about you sit down while I prepare something to eat.”

I can’t contain my smile. This girl is amazing. She thinks quick on her feet, unlike me. She’s a good one. Plus, she’s gorgeous and based upon the dreamy look still on Gutter Butter face, I think that he believes that she gorgeous to.

“Breakfast in bed, I like it,” says Gutter Butter before turning back around to face Ny with a wide grin stretched out across his lips. “I see you haven’t changed either. I was wondering if you was going to come down and see me,”

She laughs again. “I said breakfast and then bed, which is separate. I don’t back track,”

So, they did date but aren’t beloveds!

“Nice to know,” says Gutter with a wink and then in a blink of the eye he’s on the couch. “I guess I need to hit up Cindy Lou Knows You, after what I learned tonight I’m sure she would serve me breakfast in bed,”

“Shit! She may just eat me up instead,”

He didn’t just say that. “Gross,” says Ny and I at the same time. I swear my ears are now bleeding. These vampires men and their dirty mouth are going to be the death of me. .

“What,” says Gutter Butter. “I’m just saying,”

Ny and I are both looking at him like he’s crazed. In fact, she looks more mortified than me.

“T.M.I,” she shouts while making a funny face before grabbing me by the arm and then pulling me into the kitchen, “Come on, Em. You can help me out. I’m much better company than him. Trust me,”

Ny and I finish preparing breakfast just before sunrise. She really is a nice vampire girl. A little overrated but nice. She’s from a country by the name of Ethiopia. Cool, right! I know. Her mom still lives there, which happens to be inside the Violent Vampire King Kingdom.

Ny said that she never met him before and that she’s glad that she never did, all she ever heard about him was nothing but very violent things. She was told that he can make a person worse nightmares a reality and that’s just some creepy shit if you ask her. I told her not to believe in everything that she hears because rumors are carried by haters spread by fools and accepted by idiots.

She said that I sound like her mom. I also told her that I think the violent King power is kind of cool if he really could do what he is rumored to be able to do.

I mean, sure making someones nightmare a reality can be scary as heck but if he can make someone nightmare a reality he may also be able to make someones dreams come true.

Right. I mean I don’t know if he can. It’s just a hunch but if he could that would be really cool. Ny said that I obviously wasn’t born with all my screws.

Then, we started talking about all the cool places that she lived. She grew up in a country by the name of Russia, which she considers to be her hometown. “Moscow Does Not Believe In Tears Bitches,” those were her words not mine. She was raised by her father just like me but based upon the tension that roamed throughout her frame whenever she spoke about him. I don’t believe that they are that close.

She also lived in Rome for a couple of years with one of her cousins, named Cleo. “When in Rome, Do as the Romans Do, Not,” she said that too.

Ny made it very clear that Rome was her least favorite place to live, not that she didn’t like the country because according too Ny Rome is one of the most beautiful countries that she has ever seen. The architecture, great food, and amazing landscapes are to die for and the vampire men there sure do know how to work their Trojan horses. Her words again, not mine.

See? I told you that she was a little overrated, nice but overrated. Ny believes that the only downfall about Rome is that most of the Royal, wealthy and respected vampire families live there and the majority of those vampires walks around with their foot up their asses.

Ny explained that she has seen first hand how fucked up they can be. Her cousin Cleo was married into a respected household. She used to be a sweet girl, but now she is a stuck up bitch. Again these are Ny words not mine. All respected and wealthy vampires are too full of their selves if you ask her. She hated living with them, but her suffering payed off because that’s where she met my mate.

He hired her on the spot, after she wrote a essay explaining the reasons why she wants to be employed by a King. He moved her here, free expensive and she has been working here for years now, saving up money. Her ultimate goal was to work for him so she can pay her way through attending one of those private academies for rich vampires that Cyrus once mentioned to me about.

Apparently, working for my mate pays off. Ny is expected to begin her studies next year, and she can’t wait to begin. Whenever she spoke about beginning school, her silvered eyes sparkled to life. I can tell that her attending school is a dream come true. I’m happy for her.

It’s nice to know that my mate played a part in making someones else dreams come true.

As to be expected, I’ve also learned that Ny and Gutter Butter us to be a thing. “A summer fling,” if you ask her but I’m not to sure about that, due to how much they’ve flirted with one another during the entire time that we’ve been hanging out. It’s strange. Neither one of them seem too concerned about betraying their future beloveds.

“Do you ever think about replaceing your beloved,” I question her. We’re still in the living room area hanging out, though we finished eating breakfast a while ago. Gutter Butter is here, balled up on the couch like a baby. He’s knocked out.

Ny was unable to go back to sleep after I woke her up, which instantly made me feel bad, so I decided to stay up with her. Plus, I miss Cyrus way too much to sleep. Now here we are watching Cindy Lou Knows You with minimum chit chatter.

The vampires seem to really like this show. Don’t ask me why they just do.

For a moment she looks lost. Then Ny frowns up her face. Her long jet black eyelashes touches her full eyebrows as she finally answers me with a big-ole, “No, Embry.” Then she picks up her coffee mug filled with black coffee and a drop of blood before taking a sip.

“Why would I think about replaceing my beloved,” she asks me. “I just turned a century a couple of months ago. My life has just begun,”

I guess that is young for a vampire, if you really think about it. My dad once said that a century old vampire can be compared to a twenty-one-year-old human, but still at that age most she-wolves are praying to the Goddess every night that we’re sent a mate, destined or chosen.

It doesn’t matter to most as long as we have one. I always wanted my destined mate but that’s a story for another day. To sum it all up, I guess it’s different for she-wolves when it comes to settling down.

I think it’s because in this day and time werewolves’ life span are a lot shorter than vampire’s. Now that I’m thinking about it, my conclusion does sound about right.

“I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just at our age most she-wolves are hoping and praying to meet our mates. Some she-wolves would even leave their packs to go replace them,”

“Is that what you did,” she suddenly questions me while picking up the remote to turn the television down. Her silver eyes are sparkled with curiosity.

The question takes me by surprise but I quickly answer. “No... Um. He kind of captured me. How did you know,” I ask. I meant to ask her that when she first called me her Queen. I mean how did she?

Her lips curve into a wicked smile before she answers me. “He’s my King, Em. I felt it the very moment he claimed you. I was just only on the other side of the house. Any vampire who’s loyal to him felt it the very moment he claimed you,” she’s explains, instantly setting my face on flames.

Ny must replace my red cheeks hilarious because she burst out laughing. “Don’t be embarrassed, Em. You’re a lucky woman. You’ve got no idea how many women would have loved to be claimed by our King,”

I make at face at that. Those women better keep their paws, claws and hands off him because that King belongs to me.

“Besides,” she adds in, completely unaware of my mood change. “I can smell his scent all over you, just like any other vampire would be able to smell him all over you from miles and miles away. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, could he,” she asks while throwing in a wink and just let that my jealously dissolves.

Followed by, my face is burning up again.

My mouth opens but then closes and then opens again. “Uhh... I.... don’t really,”

Ny head goes flying back while another round of her harmonious laughter fills the air. “It’s okay, Em. Your secret is safe with me. He’s my King, remember. My loyalty lies with him,”

“Even though I’m a wolf,” I can’t help but to ask.

“All vampires are not racist, Em,” she tells me with a soft smile. “It’s mostly the older ones, or the wealthy and well respected vampires. We commoners aren’t concerned about politics or wars. We don’t place ourselves on an imaginary were so much better than other species pedestal,”

“We don’t judge people because of their species, or because of the color of their skin. FYI! They treat us like we’re nothing but gum underneath their shoes, too,”

“But you want to go to school with them and have been working for Cyrus for years now. Why work for him, or even want to go to school with more of them,” I ask her the two questions that I’ve been wanting to ask her all night.

I mean she has made her dislike for the respected and wealthy vampires quite clear. Why would she spend years of cleaning up after one of them just to go to school with more of them when finished?

Especially if their most likely treat her like trash, I don’t get it.

“King Cyrus is different. He was raised by Lady Katherine, who doesn’t act anything like those rich assholes,” she quickly explains. “That woman heart is purer than pure, trust me. She’s special,” explains Ny. Oh, so I’ve heard. I can’t wait to meet her.

“Lady Katherine bloodline should have been mixed in with Apollyon’s. The world would have been such a better place,” she adds in.

Apollyon, if my memory serves me correctly I think he is The King Of All Kings father based upon what my dad taught me. He’s the most powerful vampire in the entire word, according to what dad said. He runs the vampire Council.

What did Ny mean when she said that Cyrus Aunt bloodline should have been mixed in with Apollyons?

How would that make the world a better place?

I was just about to ask her to further elaborate when she suddenly speaks, “And you’re damn right that I do want to attend to school with those uppity pricks,” she tells me, while picking up a blueberry muffin off the plate filled with pastries that’s on the coffee table.

Then she takes a huge bite into her delicious creation before saying. “All my life I’ve been treated like I’m less than what I am, all because I wasn’t born into a great status or ass kissing family,”

“I mind well be rendered invisible when I’m around all of those uppity assholes, which is ten times worse than being hated by them if you ask me. I rather be hated by them than ignored because as far as I’m concerned if a person haves so much hatred in their hearts for somebody that they don’t even know,”

“That just has to be a deep-rooted jealousy issue but being invisible is just being invisible. That means that you are a nobody and I’m far for being a nobody. I’m going to be somebody important one day,” she tells me. “Just watch,”

“Yes, you are,” I agree. There is no doubt in my mind that this girl won’t go wherever she wants to go in life. She’s beautiful, smart, and determined. My dad always said that determination is the key to success.

“Your determination is the key, Ny. You can do whatever you set your mind to do as long as you continue to believe in yourself. ”

“I know, thank you, Em. I needed to hear that,” she says to me before picking up the remote to turn the television back up.

We sit in silence watching the infamous show Cindy Lou Knows You that I’m still having a hard time trying to process why vampires actually like to watch this junk. Then, suddenly Ny turns around to face me.

“You’re going to make an awesome Queen, Em. I can’t wait to see the day that you make the uppity douche bags choke on their own tongues. They have no idea what’s coming their way. ”

“I agree,” says Gutter, who was supposed to be sleep.

“Go back to sleep, G,” says Nyla before picking up a pillow and throwing it at his face.

I wake up feeling rather restless, even though this bright red leather sectional feel ten time better than any bed I either sleep in before meeting my mate. Thinking of which, I know that my mate is still not back here yet. I can tell. I can feel that he’s not here. My heart still longs for him.

I lift my head up, Nyla and Gutter Butter are also still down here. The both of them are balled up on the other end of the sectional, dead to the world around them.

Nyla head rests on his chest as if Gutter Butter is her personal pillow. Gutter Butter arms are wrapped around Nyla small frame as if he’s afraid that the bogeyman would come and suddenly snatch her away from him.

The two of them really do make a cute couple, too bad that their not mates. They look great together. My wolf suddenly beginning to pace back in fourth within me gains my attention. She is wide awoke and alert, something off.

“What’s wrong,” I question her, while pulling myself up from off the couch. Now, I know why I feel so restless. When my wolf isn’t well rested, I’m not well rested. We are one.

“I need to go out for a run,” she answers me back, “Now,”

“Okay,” I respond, while making my way towards the front door. “Are you going to explain to me why you’ve been ducking me,” I ask her. She should have known that I was going too.

“I’ll talk to you later,” she promises. “I need to shift now,”

“What’s going on,” I know that something is wrong. This time she doesn’t respond. I open up my mind to further question her but quickly stop myself. Something in my gut is telling me that I should just follow her lead and every wolf know that we should always trust or gut, if nothing else. So,off for a run we go.

The refreshing mountain air rushes throughout my hair the moment I step out of the front door. I’m still wearing Cyrus robe, which is good. My lack of clothing will make it a lot easier to shift. The ice cool snow feel’s like light powder underneath my bare feet. I love the cold sensation and the feel of my feet sinking in, always have and always will.

Everything created by mother nature is a gift that she places on the earthy plan. To feel, touch, hear, or smell one of mother natures gift is a blessing and a constant reminder of how precious life is.

Every soul that is blessed to take in one of mother natures gift should be honored. We should be blessed to experience such a lovely token of life.

“Embry a storm is coming,” suddenly says my wolf as my eyes take in the gorgeous turbulent dark gray sky. My wolf is right the clouds are passing through or brewing up one hell of a snow storm. Hopefully, it shall just pass through.

Before Cyrus came downstairs last night, he informed me that we shall be going to his Aunt estate fairly soon. I’ve been told nothing but good things about her, which makes me extremely eager to meet her. She sounds like a very likable woman. I’m hoping that she will approve of our union and grow to like me too.

“The storm won’t pass,” speaks up my wolf. She can sense it. “We should go now, if I’m going to be able to pick up on the scent. The storm will make it harder,”

“What scent,” I question her. “Tell me what’s going on,” I ask, when suddenly the wonderful and infinite scent of earth, apples, and fresh oak wood is carried in by the wind. My nostrils flare widely as I take in the very familiar scent. My excitement kicks in and my eyes becomes blurry from the waterfall of happy tears, which now runs down my face.

“Embry, not so fast,” warns my wolf as a golden landscape shines into my vision, chasing the cloudy day away.

“Celine,” I shout for joy, before I take off running to track her down.

Hello Love Bugs,

I hope you enjoyed today’s update. My next update shall be on Tuesday.

Q: Embry wolf doesn’t seem to happy about the upcoming family reunion, why? A penny for your thoughts. Let’s see who’s being paying attention.

Always remember that the world is a lot smaller than you think, everyone is connected to someone.

It’s a game of connecting the dots. Don’t you just love it?

Author Fun fact: My overly goal of this series is for my readers to view it as the vampire world of Games of thrones. I loved that show but I’m in love with the books even more, George RR. Martin is Bae.

Enjoy your weekend.