When I pulled the dagger out from under my clothes, the vampire holding me sensed something was off.
I struck the dagger in his neck, but the vampire dodged with swiftness like a bolt of lightning, so I only could slice his neck but didn't harm him in the slightest!
I was disappointed, and he threw me to the ground with a hard thud.
My back aches with pain, and I dimly realize I accidentally dropped the dagger from my hands.
I panicked. It was only my means of protection, and I looked for the dagger when I lifted my throbbing neck.
Before I could look for the dagger with panic clouding my mind, the vampire was closer to me, and he stepped on my hand with harshness.
I groaned and hissed sharply under my breath.
The boot stepping on my hand sent jolting pain through my hand, and I froze on the spot.
I looked up at the vampire with fresh tears out of the corner of my eye, and I glowered at him with my chest pounding like a storm.
The vampire sneered at me, and he said with a cold sneer, "You think you can take me down, you little bitch."
He bent down on his knees and pulled on the strands of my hair with no gentleness, and he dragged me across the floor and on the bed, lifting my body like I weighed nothing at all.
I was thrown on the bed on my back. My vision blurred with tears, but raw, pulsating anger rolled in my chest. I wanted to rip out that smug expression on his face!
He looked at me with a sick look of fascination and a flush of anger on his cheeks. He was getting excited, and I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants.
He tried to crawl towards me, and I kicked my feet at him as hard as I could!
My mind rolled with panic, and he grabbed my feet with ease, and it only reminded me that I was trapped here with this pervert.
When he crawls on my body, holding me down by sitting on me, his weight stops me from twisting and writhing.
He started putting his lips on me; his mouth started kissing my neck with a raw hunger radiating from him.
I felt sick in my gut, and I prayed fervently for anyone to come. Unknowingly, I prayed for the silver-haired prince to come and save me.
Isn't that ridiculous? Praying for that monster to come and save me when he killed my best friend and only family? When he killed almost everyone I cared for in the underground tunnel.
When his tongue started getting closer to my face, a desperate idea occurred to me.
I turned my face when the vampire above laughed with glee, taking pleasure and delight in my fear and anger.
When my mouth got close near his ears. Without a warning, I bite on his ears as hard as I can! I didn't show any mercy, and the skin has ripped open.
The man screamed out in pain, and blood that tasted like thick iron entered my mouth. I almost wanted to spit it out, but I clenched my teeth even harder.
He smacked me in the face hard. He didn't hold back, and I went flying straight off the bed. My back slammed into the walls, and my mind was overwhelmed with dizziness.
Fleetingly, I felt relief. If I was going to die, that was better than being raped. I tried with all my being to hold out.
Before the darkness closed on me, I saw a long white robe with intricate gemstones moving across the floor. I moved my head up with struggles, tears trickling down my cheeks.
It was the silver-haired prince.
His golden mask on his face only made him look more beautiful than anything in the world, but the red eyes of his were more bone-chilling than anything.
He looked at me with no gentleness nor compassion.
My blood began to boil from anger. I wanted to break his cold face mask and see what kind of face a monster wears.
Then the darkness overtook me.
The silver-haired prince turned to the groaning vampire with his hands on his ears. His red eyes glinted with a faint murderous aura, and then the other vampires flinched with a cold shudder down his spines.
He turned around despite the agony through him. Intense fear radiated through him, and he said with a shudder, "M—My prince."
The prince didn't say anything. He just strode toward the man while the pathetic vampire just tried to crawl backward on the bed.
The hunter became the prey.
Before the vampire could plead for mercy, "M—My prince, that slave threw himself on me! He was even begging for it!"
The silver-haired prince didn't listen to his explanation.
He raised his hands in the air in his direction, and the other vampire exploded on the spot. Blood, skin, and organs had turned into a thousand pieces, like blood rain.
It falls over the bed, the floor, and the walls. The blood didn't touch his clothes. It looked afraid to even touch him, like it secretly knew he was more. More than he seems.
The silver-haired prince turned away from the sight calmly and strode to the unconscious figure. Blake.
He lifted the unconscious figure in his arms. Blood soaked his clean white robe. The silver-haired prince didn't even look towards the man.
He strode out of the room along with the figure, leaving everything behind without remorse for his actions. Cold-blooded like a cold god.
Then the mysterious silver-haired prince appeared in the hotel, where people looked at him with horror and surprise. One of the closest servants to the prince asked with alarm, "My prince, what happened?!"
The silver-haired prince said in a low, flat voice, "Bring me warm water and soap."
The servant nodded his head fearfully and ran off immediately to do the task.