🔞VAMPIRE’S
OBSESSION🔞❤️
(Blood,lust and love)
THEME: тнe vaмpιre’ѕ мυѕe
CHAPTER 33 & 34
By: Maya j.a
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★★(let go out)★★
“If that lips touch, one of you won’t see the next minutes” came his cold voice and they both freez.
They turned to see it Damon and Ashely felt all color of blood drain from her face.
Ashley and Damien were frozen in place, their hands still touching, their faces close together. In that moment, they both realized the implications of what was about to happen. Damon’s warning had made them both stop and think about the consequences of their actions. Ashley was still confused and conflicted, unsure of what to do next.
After a moment of silence, Damien spoke first. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, “I shouldn’t have come so close. It was inappropriate of me.” His voice was full of regret, and Ashley could tell that he was truly sorry. But she couldn’t help but feel disappointed, and a little hurt.
“No, it’s okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I shouldn’t have been so close either. I’m sorry.” She looked away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Damon couldn’t take their lovey-dovy moment anymore so he rushed to Ashley and grab her wrist, dragging her away harshly.
They got to his room and he slam the door pinning her on it.
“I told you to stay away from my twin right?“ He thundered angrily and Ashley felt a cold shover run down her spine.
“I am your master, you are mine, all mine just mine alone” he said frostily.
“And you have no right to see anyone else,” he continued, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. “You belong to me, and only me. Do you understand?” He was so close that she could feel his breath on her face, and she could see the anger burning in his eyes.
“I…I do understand,” she stammered, her voice trembling with fear. “But…I didn’t mean any harm. I just wanted to be friends with your brother.”
“Friends? Ha!” he scoffed. “You think you can be friends with a man?
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he snarled, his grip on her wrist tightening. “You’re my blood bank, and your place is to be my side side, not running around with other men. Do you understand me?”
Ashley was trembling, but she found the courage to look him in the eye and say, “No, I don’t understand. I’m not some property that you can own. I’m a person, and I have the right to make my own decisions. I don’t belong to anyone, not even you.”
“Don’t forget you pledged your royalty to me” he gritted.
Damon was taken aback by Ashley’s defiance, but he quickly recovered. “You may not belong to anyone else, but you belong to me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You made a commitment to me, and you will honor that commitment. I will not tolerate any disobedience from you.”
Ashley’s heart was racing, but she refused to back down. “You have no right to control me like this,” she said, her voice shaking but determined.
Damon’s eyes flashed with anger. “You forget yourself, blood bank,” he growled. “You are nothing but a possession, and you will do as I say.” He pulled her closer to him, and she could feel the heat of his body radiating against hers. She could smell the scent of his skin, a heady mix of soap and sweat and something else she couldn’t quite identify.
“Let me go,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I don’t belong to you.
Damon’s grip on her arm tightened, and she winced in pain. “You forget your place, blood bank,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “You will do as I say, or there will be consequences.” He released his grip on her arm and reached up to caress her cheek. She flinched at his touch, but he held her firmly in place.
“I’m warning you,” he said, his eyes boring into hers.
Damon didn’t want to continue arguing with her cause she might make do something they will both regret, his eyes slowly turn dark gray and Ashley blink her eyes drowsily.
“What..“ She couldn’t complete her statement when she fell asleep, he was fast to pull her to his arms.
He took her to the bed and cover her with the duvet.
His eyes landed on a big mole on her left shoulder and he move closer to take a look.
“So cute and stubborn” he sighed and walk away to his balcony.
A cold wind pass by and his eye went black.
“Hey kitty” the cut guy with the long hair said and Zendaya turned to face him angrily.
“What do you really want this time?“ She asked folding her hand under her B@@b.
“You” he said hiskily approaching her.
Her eyes landed on the tattoos on his arms and she gulped down as she find it hot.
“Come with me, let have a little fun” he said stretching his hand to her.
She didn’t want to take it at first, but it as if something pushed her forward to take the hand.
She slowly place her hand on it and he smiled.
The two disappeared to a cute garden with a small house there.
“Should we watch flowers or have a little train?“ He asked and she turned to stare at him.
Her heart beat fast seeing how cute and hot he is.
How can one person possess those two things? she thought Damon and Damien were the only one who possess that, now she knows there is another.
Now she knows who ever he is, he meant no harm to her cause she feel he is doing all this for good,her heart don’t judge him either.
“Um..I prefer training” she said and shrugged her shoulder.
“Then let have a little small sword fight over there” he smiled as they walked to a clean place with a soft surd.
He pulled out two wooden swords from behind his back and held one out to her. “Ready?” he asked, a playful smile on his face. She hesitated, but took the sword from him, holding it awkwardly in her hand. She only knows how to cast spells and fight with hand, she haven’t try sword before, but seem it won’t be that bad.
“Just try to have fun,” he said, seeing her nervousness. “I’ll go easy on you, I promise.” She nodded, and he took a fighting stance, sword held up in front of him.
“Come on, make the first move,” he said, gesturing to her. She took a deep breath, and tentatively swung her sword at him.
Their sword fight was starting to feel more like a dance, with each strike and parry flowing seamlessly into the next. And all the while, he kept up a constant stream of compliments and encouragement, making her feel at ease and bringing a smile to her face. “You’re a quick learner,” he said. “Your technique is improving with every swing.” She felt a blush rising to her cheeks, and she fought to suppress it.
They continued to fight, their movements becoming more fluid and graceful. And as they moved, she began to feel something more than just the thrill of the fight.
There was something almost…romantic about the way their bodies moved in tandem, the way they matched each other’s movements. And as they continued to spar, she found herself getting lost in his eyes, the deep blue pools that seemed to draw her in. She barely noticed as her strike went wide, and he disarmed her with a gentle flick of his wrist. She stood there, swordless, breathing heavily. And he stood before her, sword still held in front of him, a small smile playing on his lips.
“I win,” he said softly. “But you’re a worthy opponent.
His gaze lingered on her for a moment, and she felt her heart skip a beat. Then, he surprised her by offering her his hand. “Let’s call it a draw,” he said. She hesitated for a moment, and then took his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. He pulled her close, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Then, he did something completely unexpected. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the cheek.
She was stunned by the gesture, and her face flushed bright red. But as he pulled away, she found herself smiling. “Thank you for the sparring match,” he said. “I had a lot of fun. We should do it again sometime.” She nodded, still a little dazed by what had just happened. He smiled at her, and then walked away, leaving her feeling giddy and confused. What had just happened? And why did she feel so happy about it?
As she pondered these questions, she realized something. She had just made a connection with someone, something she hadn’t expected to find while sword fighting. It was a strange, but beautiful thing. She smiled to herself, a smile that was full of hope and possibility. And as she walked back to the quarters he pointed for her earlier, she couldn’t help but wonder what the future might hold.
Her eyes flip open to meet the room shining brightly.
She look down at her bed to see lou sleeping cutely.
Maya was out of the bed already, the cent coming from the kitchen could tell she is the one.
Who is this guy in her dream?, if he is really the witch prince, why is he coming to her dream?, she went to see him in reality not dream?, she has kept her self for so long waiting for him, she want to touch him, feel him, what a man feel like, not in dreams.
But she won’t lie the dream was fun, its felt so real.
She let out a smile as she step down from the bed.
Lou slowly opened his eyes as he watch her leave with a wide smile plastered on her face.
*it was fun too*
~~~DAMON’S ROOM~~~
Ashley’s eyes flip open and she quickly sat up.
Her mind flashed back to last night’s incident and she gasped.
How did he do that?.
How did he make her fall asleep with just a mere stare?.
That guy is more than she thinks.
The door pull open and she flinched as he walk in.
Where did he even slept the while night?, does he even sleep?
“Good mor..“ she trailed when his cold voice cut in.
“Get ready, we are going out” he said frostily as he head to the bathroom.
What did he just say?
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