Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

“Pardon?” the man looked taken aback by her sudden reply. She was a strange bold creature.

Walking like she owns this place! Where did a maid get so much confidence from?

“You have to look back into the eyes of those vampires and only then would they look at you with respect since they are territorial beings that only respect strong.” she explained in a calm voice as she offered the man a seat.

He looked like a lamb that was thrown among the beast.

“Why did the council send you?” she asked, “wasn’t a man named Edward handling the case of humans and vampires since the start?” she asked as she tilted her head and sat beside him. “He was the one who coined the idea of marriage between humans and vampires.”

After all, she was the one who acted like his assistant for two years so that she could place that idea in his mind.

The man was dumbfounded that a maid was asking him that question. Should she have such an outspoken mouth but then.. He was frustrated!

He took a deep breath and tugged the well tied bow from his neck,

“Because I spoke against my head. I told them that always snitching and bitching against vampires would not take us anywhere.

In the end, we need to work together with them. So, they sent me to enjoy my working together theory!” he ran a hand in his hair and sighed.

Why was he even there?

Anne stared at the man who looked like he would cry any moment. She had never talked so freely with strangers until she had a task to do.

Yet she did not know why she was sitting here and chatting with a human who has a lamb personality.

“Since you tell them that you should work together with vampires then show them that you can.” she encouraged the man who blinked and looked at him.

“You just have to do your work. Lord is.. Easy to deal with.” she said with a pause when she saw uncertainty in the eyes of the man.

“And how do you know all this?” he asked with curiosity. Though the woman was clearly dressed up as the head maid or a higher staff member, she was still a worker but looking at her eyes, it gave him a feeling that she was more than that.

“Because…” her eyes stirred and she looked at the door with a sudden start that surprised him too, “i have to leave. The lord is already on his way. Best of luck.” she muttered and then ran out of the door with hasty steps.

“Wait! At least reply to me first.” he shouted but the girl had already opened the door.

She turned to look at him and then gave an apologetic look before opening the door and leaving.

Anne walked out and ran to the place where her mother was, only to find Hazel standing in front of the cell with her eyes sparkling.

“Hazel!” she called in a grave voice when the girl turned to look at her.

Her eyes had turned dark pitch black already and she was ready to attack their mother in any second yet Shyla was spouting curses to her.

“Hazel! Relax! The woman is not worth your attention.” she tried to explain to her sister but before she could take a step further, she felt a jolt of electricity.

Damn! That was bad!

“She was summoning others in the cell. She was performing a blood ritual here.” said Hazel with gritted teeth. Her voice was full of anger as she pointed at the markings on the ground where the words were written with blood and the bleeding finger of Shyla that showed she was still trying to do it even when Hazel had stopped her in mid way.

“Mother!” Shyla cast a dirty glance as if saying do not meddle but then stared back at hazel as if challenging her.

“So what? Don’t tell me that you didn’t know I have come here to ruin you!” she said with a scoff as she stared hard into her dark eyes, her silver eyes were hardened “just look at your hair and your eyes! You are not one of us. You do not deserve the power you hold.”

“That is it! Why don’t we test then.” Anne cursed in her heart. They both were like walking dynamite mines. Who knows when one would explode!

“What in the world are you talking about!” she closed her eyes and whispered a spell. Soon water was poured in the cell with so much force as if rain were at its full speed.

All the markings and words faded away and the ground was cleaned anew.

“It was that easy to handle the situations. You are using bomb when a small matchstick is required.” she muttered as she hugged Hazel who tried to struggle in the start but soon her body started to calm down.

She hugged her sister back and leaned her head in the crook of her neck.

Taking a few deep breath, she calmed down herself.

“There is a new councilman in the waiting room. Apparently he was sent since the decision to the new ruler was still pending after so long.

Why don’t you go and meet him and discuss your mind with him. Hmm??” she asked as she rubbed the back of Hazel soothingly.

Hazel rubbed her head as if enjoying the warmth and leaning against the small comfort she had in her life. After a few minutes she nodded, and then raised her head.

“I am sorry for losing my composure. I will make sure to ask you first next time.” she said in a low voice as she whispered another spell and the clouds started to form in the cell when Shyla glared at her as if realized what Hazel had done.

“They will rain whenever you perform a spell or bleed. My dear mother!”