Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
|60| ~The Red House ~

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Embry’s POV.

“Roses are red and violets are blue, you want to lose your virginity and I want you to lose your virginity too," quotes Speck with a wink.

I open my mouth to say something but then close it. Then I open my mouth to say something again but then close it because I really don’t know how to respond to what she just said. Once again I replace myself speechless just staring at her like she’s lost her every lasting mind because she has.

Honestly, who on this Goddess green earth would know how to respond to a girl they just met, not even ten minutes ago who says something like that. Seriously, like whom? My furry little friend ears lift as well, as if he can’t believe what she just said either.

“Oh, come on,” Speck offers me smile.

“Your one hundred and fifteen years old. That’s practically five hundred and eleven years in wolf years. I know that you’ve been the long talk about the birds and the bees,”

“You don’t have to act so weird about it. I said that I want to help you get laid not force you to hop on the train,”

“Well at least not now I won’t,” she mumbles the last part of her sentence underneath her breath before looking away and turning back to her current task at hand, which consist of scanning through each item that hangs with grace, along one of the clothing racks that the hunter guy bought in a few minutes ago.

We are currently in one of the many guess rooms that this estate has to offer and if I had to take a guess I would guess that this room belongs to Speck whenever she comes here for two main reasons.

The first reason is the obvious one, which is the fact that this room is Specked out. There are clothes on top of clothes everywhere. Actually, now that I’m thinking about it. This room just might be Specks closet whenever she comes in town and let me just say how quite the closet it is.

It’s huge! It’s about the size of the Eastern Pack house and all the clothes that I was just referring to are all neatly organized. Color, coded even.

Oh, my Goddess, there is so much. Just how much clothes does a girl need to have.

The next reason is the even more obvious one, which is the fact that pictures of Speck are hanging all over the white and black striped walls and none of the pictures that were captured appears to be the same Speck. In further elaboration, you have Speck with red hair, Speck with green hair, Speck with blue hair, Speck with yellow hair, Speck with purple hair and finally Speck with orange hair.

Yes! The entire got darn rainbow has obviously touched Speck head before. The room in general is a rainbow. Now don’t get me wrong the decor is elegant. In fact, the furniture inside this room just might be worth the entire Eastern and Western pack house.

Seriously! The two colorful sparkling diamond lamps that gloriously hangs in the center of the room screams gold mine and the turquoise velvet sofa’s just screams that I’m rich a girl right after it. My father would say that this is quite the shagedelic pad and this girl is most certainly not the typical bland black or white girl. Speck loves colors, that’s for sure.

“Where do you want this to go?” Ask the Hunter guy, bringing in yet another rack of clothes.

“Right there,” she points to the center of the room. What the heck?

Don’t ask me why she would carry around multiply clothing rack filled with load on top of loads of clothes, or how she even fitted the clothing racks inside the helicopter in the first place because I’m still attempting to figure out those questions myself, though I do know this...

Speck is full of surprises.

In fact, I’ve only known this girl for around ten minutes and I’ve already learned many things about her. The first thing’s being is that she loves color and obviously she doesn’t think before she speaks.

She is just full of surprises as I already stated. Have you ever heard the of the metaphor that states life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get?

My father use to say that all the time and I know that he wasn’t talking about Speck when he said that but every time that she open her mouth I can’t help but to hear his words whenever Speck speaks. Speak is the box of chocolate that has the colorful fillings after take a bite.

Secondly, she’s has the heart of a lion. She’s doesn’t take anyone bull crap and that doesn’t exclude my mate.

The two of them have been bickering like cat and dogs ever since we stepped foot inside this lovely cabin estate of his to the point that she actually called him a low down dirty dog and my mate just walked away.

Can you believe that? Cyrus out of all people walking away. I was stunned.

In addition to that, she is impossibly gorgeous. Every time she stares at me with those rather stunning dark as night eyes I replace myself lost in them and when she flashes that flawless smile of hers I can’t help but to smile back.

That’s another thing, I’ve learned about Speck. Her smile is contagious. She even has the hunter smiling ear from ear whenever she smiles at him.

At first, I thought that he was her beloved, but the more that I’ve absorbed the two of them I realized that he treats her kind of how a father would treat his daughter.

Weird, right? Yeah, I know, especially when you consider the fact that he is a hunter, and she is a vampire...

They are supposed to be natural enemies not best friends. So, yeah I’m completely confused. Speck and Cyrus little debate was actually centered around the hunter. Cyrus downright refused to allow the hunter to come into his estate and Speck downright refused to allow the hunter to remain outside.

The hunter guy is sitting in the chair beside us right now, so it’s obvious who won that argument.

“Have you ever thought about cutting your hair?” Speck ask me, as she turns around to place a long yellow tap on my shoulder and then stretch it out all the way down to my feet.

“She’s not cutting her hair and that’s that,” shouts my mate from the other room.

“No one was talking too you,” she hums underneath her breath with an eye roll. Oh, yes! How could I forget to mention the fact that Speck is famous for rolling her eyes? She only does it about every several seconds...

“I heard that!” he shouts back.

“Yeah, I bet you did but no one give a fuck,” she says with a sneaky giggle.

The hunter snickers right along with her. Do you see what I mean? They are so weird!

“Yes they are!” adds in my wolf. She’s still hasn’t presented her self, but she has been quietly absorbing them.

“So what do you think doll face?” she looks at me curiously. Her dark brown eyes are tinted with a speck of gleeful menace. I also realized that Speck is a trouble-maker, fun but most certainly a trouble maker.

“Uh, ” I hesitate to respond.

“Uh, what?” She responds right back with a big smile. I can’t help but to smile back. See? I told you that her smile is contagious. Speck then turns back around and places her focus back sliding dresses.

“Here try these on,” she says after a while as she hands me just about every red dress that was on the rack.

“What do you think?”

I take a second to look each dress over, which are all equally lovely and extremely expensive. “UM, they are all great,” I say after a while. They truly are.

“But,” she says, taking my very next word right out of my mouth. “You prefer to wear something more comfortable,”

“Yes! ” I say, right away. “How did you know that?” How did she know that?

“Because it’s my job to know what people want, especially when it comes to you, ” she says in a duh type of voice.

“It is also my job to advise you and I’m advising you to dress up. First impression are everything, baby doll. The entire nation is aware that Cyrus is heading to Washington, which means that every professional in media is on their way to Washington as well,”

“The media?”

’Yes the media,” she responds in a hurry, passing me another dress. You have to be camera ready. Now here, go take a shower and then try this on as well. All of these dresses shall fit you perfectly and each color will look stunning against your pale skin tone. Trust me,” she says with an even bigger smile.

(Trust her)

For some strange reason, Speck’s last statement sounded more like a command than an actual statement.

Something is telling me that I have no choice but to trust her. She wouldn’t have it any other way and what Speck wants Speck gets.

(Trust me)

One thing is for certain and two things are for sure, Speck was right when she said that I should trust her. I look amazing and I have Speck to thank for that.

My make-up is subtle, just the way I like it. It’s actually really hard to believe that I’m wearing any make-up at all and the extremely comfortable, yet fashionable knee-length, couture sleeve, red dress really does fits me perfectly. Plus, this shade of red look’s stunning against my pale skin tone.

Speck is great with the scissors as well. Now, I must admit that was a little nervous at first. A person standing in place watching you with a wide smile, gleeful eyes and a pair of scissors in their hand can make anyone nervous.

Okay! Nervous would be an understatement, I was literally shaking in my boots but Speck is Speck and what Speck wants Speck gets, but strangely enough Speck way seems to be the best way and I think everyone here can vouch that Speck always get her way.

We’ve been playing dress up for about an hour now. She literally helped me into every dress and evaluated me from head to toe. Her evaluation is critical, extremely harsh but for good reasons because I truly do look amazing.

“Your such a doll, ” she says again, while finishing up her finally touches which consist of placing my now short hair into a high ponytail.

“You’re going to break the internet,” she adds in, whatever the Goddess that is supposed to mean. My furry little friend is just watching me, watch Speck do her thing. He, too seems to have fallen in love with her. He literally follows her everywhere.

The hunter guy that I now know to be Ghost Falls abandoned us the very moment that Speck started her evaluation. Cyrus has also been M.I. A. It’s like the both of them knew not to mess with us once Speck was ready to play dress up.

Matter of fact, let me correct myself. The both of them knew not to mess with Speck when she was ready to play dress up.

“I can’t wait for Cyrus to see you. He’s going to want to take you v-card right then and there,” she extra over excitingly says. This girl, really does just say what comes to her head.

“Speck, can you please cut out the lose your v-card jokes?” I politely ask, while eyeing myself over in the mirror.

“Now why would I do that?” She questions before finally leaving me alone just, so she can begin to work on her face. “Let’s see what your wolf has to say about that,”

“I’m with you?” My wolf says inside my head. She’s such a little trader, just happens to love loves Specks, go get poked jokes.

The two of the have been hitting it off quite well, bonding over the fact that the both of them are ready for my cherry to get popped.

I ignore my wolf and decide to place my undivided attention onto Speck instead, who has begun to paint a master-peace unto her face. Her theme of the day is red, scarlet eye shadow and scarlet lips. I watch her in silence, absolutely amazed. She really is good at what she does.

“Roses are red and violets are blue, you want to lose your virginity and I want you to lose your virginity too, ” she begins to sing. Oh, my Goddess! Here we go again.

I can’t help but to roll my eyes. This is her several time saying that.

“Ah,” she catches me, while faking offense as she dramatically places her hand over to of her chest.

“Did the all to shy and extremely adorable little cute ass she-wolf just roll her eyes at me?”

“No, I did not,” I outright lie.

“Yeah did to!″ she teases.

“I did not,”

“You did too,”

“I did not,”

“You did too!” she says, while bending over and laughing her butt off, damn near crying almost dying. “Aw, man. Your so cute, baby doll! You should see your face right now. It’s priceless.”

My head quickly snaps in the direction of the mirror. Once again, I have no clue what Speck is talking about. I don’t seeing anything priceless about my face. I actually look fresh and expensive, which is the complete opposite of priceless.

All of a Sudden, Speck hearty laughter booms. I turn back around to face her. “What’s so funny?” I ask Speck the crazy vampire girl. She is so weird, but I like weird. I’m weird. We can be weird together.

“Oh, nothing!” She finally settles down just to snatch her hair off. Yes! I mean she literally just snatched her blonde hair off from on top of her head and now she has this nude looking thing a ma jig glued to her head.

Oh, what the Goddess! “Speck what the heck?” I jump from up out of my seat. “What is that thing on top of your head?”

If Speck was dying from laughter before she is now dead, “It’s wig cap doll face. Made to secure my nature hair while I place on one of my wigs,”

“Wigs?” I ask her, while raising my eyebrow.

“Yes! She tells me. A wig! Good gosh, Embry. Please tell me that you she-wolves aren’t that clueless!” She hits another one of her famous eye rolls before walking over to the other side of the room. She then begins to search through a cheetah print suitcase that I didn’t realize was there before, and she seems to be very dedicated in replaceing whatever it is that she’s looking for.

Meanwhile, I’m still standing here, obviously stuck on stupid. Seriously attempting to figure out what a wig is. My furry little friend places his paws over his face looking away from me as if he like I’m an idiot.

Does he know what a wig is as well? Oh, wow!

Seconds later, Speck must have found whatever it is that she was looking for because she appears directly in front of me now with black hair. Yes! Black hair that’s cut into a sharp asymmetrical bob, which frames her face perfectly.

Wow! So that’s a wig, it looks amazing! Speck looks amazing. “You look beautiful,” I tell her. She really does, like a brand-new person.

“I know right,“she brags. “But you look ten times better,” she adds in with a wink. Awe, this girl you’ve just got to love her.

“The media is going to eat you up,”

“I’m going to eat you up,” suddenly says a very familiar voice from behind me that always seems to be able to give me chills. Our eyes meet in the mirror and my heart rate immediately begins to pick up speed.

Every time that I see him my heart is racing. It’s like seeing him for the very first time, always. Just one look into Cyrus sunset eyes is all it takes, I swear.

Cyrus pulls down the collar of my dress before he places his lips on the side of my neck, without breaking eye contact with me.

He’s looks stunning in his all black slim fit expensive looking suit equipped with a scarlet red tie. I turn around to face him, unable to help the dreamy look that I’m fully aware is planted all across my now beet red face.

“You’re blushing.”

“I know,” I can’t help myself. He’s so dreamy and I’m the lucky girl, who happened to be stuck in this magical dream that only consists of Cyrus and Em. Oh, thank you, Goddess!

Cyrus flashes me a dazzling smile and I sigh. “These are for you, Sunshine just because it’s Friday,” he says while taking his hand from behind his back and handing me a dozen of dark shaded roses. My eyes widen.

Oh, how much I love roses. My dad use to bring me and my sister a dozen of dark shaded roses every Sunday.

“Oh, why thank you,” I blush harder, while taking a deep whiff of the evocative fragrance. Hmm, these are the good ones. The ones with thick petals that feels like velvet against my ivory skin.

“I love them,” my blush turns into a full-blown smile as he leans in closer. He’s so close that I can feel his tasteful lips on my lips without our lips actually touching.

His magic hands take a hold onto my tiny waits bring us closer that we already are, if that’s even possible. Automatically, sparks fire.

“I love you, Em,” his cinnamon breath blows against my face.

“I love you more, Cy,” It’s the truth I do.

“Awe! Get a room,” interrupts Speck from behind us and my furry friend releases a high- pitched bark as if he is in agreement with her, officially turning my face back to the shade of a tomato. Oh, my Goddess! I forgot that she was here.

“We’re in one,” answers my mate.

“Not this one!” she growls before storming in the direction of the door. This is when I noticed that she has changed clothes. She looks impeccably stylish, which I’m starting to believe is her norm. She is now wearing a maroon floor length A-line spaghetti strapped dress and a black fur.

Speck is lovely. Hold, on! Did she get dressed while we were in the room with her?

“Let’s go, people! Let’s go. We’re expected to arrive at the red house before nightfall. Aunt Katherine has been ringing Cyrus phone non-stop, ever since my arrival. We really need to get going,” she says while walking out the room.

“How did she get my new number?” ask Cyrus after he grabs my hand and then proceeds to follow after her. My sensitive ears pick up on my furry little friend four paws hotting the hardwood floor as he follows after us.

“Um that’s simple! King Marcellus gives it to me and I give it to her”

Cyrus growls after he takes in Speck words.. “I’m going to fuck Marcellus up!”

“What is the Red House?” I question him, trying not to fall flat on my face as Cyrus practically drags me down the staircase behind him, like I’m not wearing eight-inch heels.

“My home, my love,” he responds. “Were going home. It’s located in our nations capital. You may have heard of it before, the humans used to call it the White House,”

The view from up here is impressive, to say the least. As I sit with my face pressed against the glass of the what I now know to be cockpit, I can see everything. My eyes are wider than wide and my wolf is present.

We’re on full alert, utilizing our keen eyesight to detect even the slightest movement on the ground. Our eyes are on the front of our head as we watch the stunning view that is below us. Plus, the helicopter naturally boast great visibility all round that’s to all of this glass. Flying in the helicopter feels so different from flying on a plane and it’s so much more fun.

Let me just start off by saying that, Ghost Falls is an amazing pilot. His take off was epic, even though I’m not going to lie I was a little taken back as he took off backwards at first but the adrenaline rush that came with was like how Speck called it... It was lit as fuck, I don’t know what that means but it sounds about right.

It’s also worth noting that Ghost Falls made it his point-to-point out every single important landmark that we’ve passed as we crossed the country. It’s quite an amazing experience to see the heavily forested Ozark Mountains , the flat green and yellow grasslands with treeless area of the Great Plains, and the rushing quintet waters of the Great Lakes from up high. I’ll never forget it.

“That’s The Ettore Memorial, Embry,” points out Ghost Falls as what appears to be a huge red marble statue with exterior walls and about thirty-six fluted Doric column from all the way up it. It actually looks like a ancient red marble house, however the scenery that surrounds the place breathtaking.

“The Ettore Memorial?” I question him, while pressing my face against the glass once again. Now why does that name sound familiar?

“Yes! The Ettore Memorial, which is a national memorial that was first destroyed and then rebuilt to honor North’s America’s very King and most importantly very first dictator,“responds Ghost Falls with a wink, earning a extremely impulsive growl from my mate.

“She doesn’t need history lesson you abomination,” snaps Cyrus after he slams his matte black laptop shut.

“Aye Captain! I’m sure she doesn’t. We wouldn’t want your sunshine to know how bloody your hands truly is,”

“You must have a death wish and I’ll be happy to grant it,” Cyrus growls louder with now haunting red eyes and as a result Ghost Falls blows him a kiss, just to further provoke him.

And just like that.. The two of them once again start bickering like children.

“Hmm, Speck! Are you going to say something?” I whisper into her ear.

She’s sitting right beside me, appearing to be highly dedicated in the task of painting her long claw like nails. Why someone would ever attempt to paint her their nails while flying in a helicopter is besides me but hey?! That’s Speck for you ladies and gentlemen.

“It’s your turn,” she points her nail file at me. Of course, she did! This has been another constant scene in our epic helicopter ride.

Ghost Falls would point out an all American landscape but not without forgetting to mention the bloody history behind it, or should I say Cyrus bloody history that came along with the new wold order. It’s actually quite funny honestly, seeing the two of them bickering back in fourth like love two little birds.

In addition to that, I think it’s even funnier that Ghost Fall and Cyrus really believes that I’m this clueless she-wolf who hasn’t been well-educated in the laws of the lands and most importantly how they were enforced. That’s the real kicker, only if they knew the long history lessons that my siblings and I were actually enforced to endure.

I stare at Speck for a while longer, who is once now blowing her breath into her nail. Oh, my Goddess! She’s no help. Next, my eyes travel to my furry little friend, who’s sleeping like a baby on my lap. Oh, my Goddess! He’s no help either.

After a while, I place my focus back onto the still bickering love birds.

“Hey, fun fact!” I say, gaining the both of their attention. The bickering stops at once.” Did you know that the original construction of the Lincoln Memorial began in 1914?Then, it was dedicated around Spring time in 1922,”

“The original building was built with marble from the state of Colorado and the oh so infamous Lincoln’s statue was made from blocks of marble that was provided by the state of Georgia,”

“From what I was taught, humans from all around the world used to come visit this place,”

Yes, BFF,” Speck adds in, finally making herself useful.

“Those were the days until the shadows cast by the moon fully blocked the brightness of the sun and seven Dracula Kings plus the King of All Dracula Kings claimed the world for their own those old bastard were never any fun,”

“Especially the one who slammed his fist into the old Lincoln memory, literally bringing it down just to have human slaves rebuilt it with red marbles. Once that was done he then had some allies’ artist build of Statue of him siting down in his supposed to be all might glory as he holds the supposed to be Abraham Lincoln head inside his hand,”

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, like someone actually gives a fuck,” Ghost Falls chirps in, which makes Speck burst out in a fit of giggles and of course Cyrus growls.

“Enough,” spits Cyrus through clenched teeth as he slams his hand down onto the cockpit, silencing everything.. “That’s enough history lessons,”

My furry little friend lifts his head and just looks at the three of them like they are stupid. I pet his head, and he looks at me next like I’m stupid.

Not even a second later, a six-story bright red mansion comes into view. It takes my breath away as soon as I see it. It sits on top of an extremely manicured lawn, surrounded by a forest worth of trees and exotic plant’s.

The building itself is spectacular. I’m already aware that this home has been here for centuries, withstanding nature natural disaster such as snow storms, floods, hurricanes, tornadoes, volcanic eruptions, and earthquakes. It has also held up strong against man-made disasters.

In more pacifically, the Awakening war. Instead of been burned down like most of the city was on that day the Kings decided to pint the once White House red. Needless to say, this house or more like mansion is still impeccably stunning and I’ve never laid eyes on any other establishment with which I can compare it to.

The neoclassical style, with details that seems to have been crafted by my Goddess her self. There’s an enormous fountain that sits in front of it that happens to spit out what appears to be red water and the glistening city lights surrounding the entire home does nothing but amplifies its beauty.

The Red House is magical and people seem to be drawn to its magnificence. Even from up here, I can see the pretty dense crowd of people in the courtyard and all the toys solders, scattered around like ants.

“Land in the middle of the courtyard,” directs Cyrus. “My personnel security detail are expecting us to land right there,”

For the first time since I’ve been in his presence, Ghost Falls follows Cyrus orders without any dispute.

Out of nowhere, my heart rate picks up. There are so many people here, patiently waiting to see their King.

I can only imagine how crazy things are about to get the very moment they see him and exactly who’s traveling with him, which happens to be me. A she-wolf.. Vampires nature enemy.

Cyrus grabs onto my hand and squeezes down gently, instantly calming me. “There is nothing to be afraid of Sunshine,” his words appear inside my head. “You’re with me,”

“And me,” Speck adds in, making me jump.

What the heck?

How on the Goddess green earth did she do that?

“Because I recognize you as my Queen, which means that you are officially bonded to me and I’m officially bonded to you, but I’m not inside of your head, Em Gem," she utilizes yet another nickname for me.

" Your just so easy to read," She winks at me and before I have a chance to respond the helicopter lands.

Oh, my Goddess! This is it. My grand debut of entering his world.

“It’s showtime,” Speck smiles widely at me. “First thing first, don’t forget to smile for the camera,” she advises before Cyrus grip on my hand tighten and the helicopter door goes flying open.

Happy Beloved day.... This is one of my favorite, of not my favorite day of the year. Here's a fun fact:

I absolutely love white chocolate strawberry, adore them even. Ha! Ha! Ha!Oh, and I may just share some virtual chocolate covered strawberries some time things weekend. Um :)