The silver-haired prince had carried the unconscious man, who was unaware he was being carried by the prince. He took him to his hotel room, where the servants had carried large tubs into the tub.
The vampires didn't struggle at all, for they carried great strength, and they remained silent, fearful they would say the wrong thing to offend the tyrant prince. Once they carried the water tub to the middle room, the two vampires bowed their heads before the prince with their eyes on the ground.
The prince didn't look at them, and he said coldly, "Leave."
The two vampires were relieved, like they didn't receive a death sentence. One spoke up with respect and hidden fear, with his eyes remaining on the ground, "Would you like us to wash the slave, my prince?"
The prince's voice turned colder, and it almost sent a cold shudder down their spine. His one word wasn't threatening, but that's what makes it even more terrifying. "No."
They nodded in understanding, even though their minds were filled with confusion. Why is the prince treating the runaway slave with respect?
He bit off the prince's finger; shouldn't he be suffering, not being treated with... dignity or whatever is happening?
The prince turned toward them with an indifferent gaze, and they knew they had offended the prince when they didn't leave. They were too slow, and they immediately bowed their head again and ran out of the room but made sure the door was closed as quietly.
The prince slowly placed the unconscious man on the bed, and the man with the blood on his clothes and face whimpered. He whispered, "J-Jake."
The prince pretended like he didn't hear the young man's murmuring. He only stared at the man with an unsettling gaze. A dark gaze flashed in his eyes, and he remembered how the other vampire had tried to force himself on the young man.
He looked at the neck, and a flash of displeasure went through his eyes. He covered the man's neck with his hands, and he whispered under his breath. "I should kill you. You're too troublesome."
The longer he kept a chokehold on the young man's neck, the more the man whimpered like a sad bird, and he struggled to get air in his lungs. The young man stuck deep in his dream felt a dark shadow before him. Dark and spine-chilling.
Before the young man's chest could rise with desperation, the prince released his hand like he was afraid to be near something contagious. He removed the young man's clothes and only kept the pants on.
He lifted the young man into his arms, and a flicker of annoyance flashed in his eyes. He carried the young man to the tub, and without warning he threw the man into the tub.
His frightening red eyes stared at the young man whose body began to sink under the water, and a few seconds passed. He sighed out loud and went closer to him and pulled him by the neck.
He had gone so far as not to kill him. It would be a waste to kill him now.
He didn't remove his clothes and climb into the tub, and water soaked over him. He used a washcloth with soap and began to wash him with extraordinary patience. It's the first time he washed someone. He wasn't used to it, and he felt it was below his pride and dignity as a prince, even if he's a bastard prince.
-- [Blake's perspective]
I began to rouse; my eyes struggled to open. At first, I was confused about where I was at. I felt something touching me all over my body. All over. Then a flash of memories went through me like a confusing jumble of puzzles, and I remembered I was almost assaulted.
The vampire!
Fully opening my eyes with great alarm, I began to struggle with all my heart, thinking that the bastard vampire was trying to assault me again. I was filled with great panic, and I could feel my hands touching a warm chest.
And I saw a golden-masked prince right before me, which sent my heart hammering like a bird, and I wanted to move back, but I had no room to move. I was utterly trapped before the prince, and I looked down, and I noticed myself being completely naked.
That information had sent another alarm through me. My body immediately went on a defensive mode, and I began to claw the prince's clothes like a struggling cat being cornered. Without thinking, I went closer to him.
With the same intentions I had had toward the other vampire, I wanted to bite his ear off. But it would be hard to do with the mask on his face. I had no choice but to bite on his hand, and before I could do so.
The silver-haired prince seemed to notice my intentions, and his eyes glinted with a deadly light. "Don't."
One simple word had frozen me on the spot. The prince looked at me, and he said with a sneer curled on his face. "I'm not going to force myself on you, feral one."
His red eyes scrutinized my form, leaving me feeling exposed under his sharp gaze. Before I knew it, my body began to heat up, and I didn't want to focus on the fact that my lower regions were pooling with something I didn't want to think about or even could name.
It felt like it was a sin to even consider the idea or think about it.
He sneered at me like I carried something repulsive, and he said in a low, sinister voice, "You're not even my type, or even worthy of me."
My body began to flush with shame, but underneath all that was rage bubbling to the surface. My hand, without thinking, went to slap his face, and my hands sting from the clang sound of the mask!
Surprisingly, the golden mask didn't break, and it held onto his face like a protective thing.
The silver-haired prince's head was turned to the right. And his eyes turned menacing, and his body turned rigid like a statue. He said with a deadly menace, "You dare slap me?"
His words were lower than a whisper, but somehow I heard them. My heart began to race with dread. I knew with certainty I'm going to die. And sadly, I didn't even get my revenge.
I remained silent and stared at him with my hate-filled gaze.
He looked at me like I was an insolent thing. Without warning, I felt his hands grab my neck in a tight vise, cutting off my oxygen. He walks closer to me, and the water moves around us due to the movement.
Feeling his soaked clothes against my chest does something unspeakable to my body; my body began to heat up. His hard, warm body sent a shocking electricity to me, and I was pushed against the edge of the tub, which sent a painful thud to my lower back.
His hard chest against my chest, and feeling the rest of his physique against mine, made me feel feverish. And the prince looked down at me like he could sense a darkness in me, and he sneered at me, and he whispered in my ears, "I could sense a hunger in you, and all you had to do was ask, and just maybe I'll be a little sympathetic to your pathetic, hungry body."
His gaze looked at me with visible disgust; beneath that was a burning fire, which sent another shudder through me. I was frozen, and I wanted to do something. Fight back or anything at all.
Before I could do anything, I saw the prince move away from me, stepping out of the tub and grabbing a towel from the bed. My body began shaking like a leaf, and I heard his cold voice behind me: "You won't go unpunished for your attempt to escape, nor for the slap you had given me. Get dressed now, or I won't hesitate to kill the boy in the other room. And I'll force you to watch him die a painful death with my hands."
The heat in my body turned immediately cold when I remembered Kaden, the sick boy on the verge of death. I immediately turned around to the prince and asked sharply, "Where is he?!"
The prince had the white towel wrapped around his waist, and his silver hair fell to his shoulders. He said with a sneer toward me, "Watch your tone, or I might change my mind about saving him."
When I heard his words, a sharp feeling of joy and relief passed through me. I was so relieved to know he was alive, and I asked cautiously, "Are you going to give him your blood?"
The silver-haired prince arrogantly raised his head and said with a sneer, "Not for free. You'll have to give me something in return."
His words brought alarm through me. What could the prince possibly want from me? I have no money nor any wealth.
I stared at his golden mask, and a shudder went through me. According to my best friend, vampires like to drink blood and have sex more than anything else. Don't tell me he wants my blood, or is it the other option?