Fight for Me

Somewhere far and deep in the manor were two vampires fighting off a small pack of wolves. –Well, more like slaughtering them, as they took pleasure in ripping their limbs off.

The wolves were already side-tracked with the sudden double-crossing of the vampires, but they couldn’t keep up with the vast strength and speed of these two vampires. They were after all royals.

“I haven’t had this much fun since the Crusades.” The woman says as she plunges her hand in the last standing wolf and pulls out its beating heart.

“This is the perfect excuse to release some of that pent up anger of yours, right?” He chuckles but she obviously doesn’t find it funny with her glaring back at him.

“Don’t for one second think you are remotely funny. I won’t hesitate to pull your fangs out if you continue to annoy me, Sebastian.” She wipes her hands on the dead wolf’s fur, trying to get as much blood off her as she can.

“I beg your forgiveness, my Queen.” He says in an exaggerated bow, making her hiss at him.

He knows she doesn’t like it when he calls her by her title. He may be secretive of his own title as a prince, but he is still her brother, after all.

“Honestly Sebastian, what pleasure do you get from annoying me so?” She asks as she straightens her plain black three-piece suit. It outlines her body perfectly, confusing the keen eye on whether she’s here for business or pleasure. Though, with the deep and exposed v-line with jewellery of diamonds and rubies adorning her neck and wrist, she looks like a mafia goddess ready to be on the cover of a magazine.

“Well, if I don’t annoy you, who will, Saiya?” He approaches her, his slightly taller frame hovering above her.

“This plan of yours better work. There’s no one I trust more than you.”

“Of course it will. Now, I have to go.” He leans down and gives her a kiss on her forehead. “There’s a certain stubborn and reckless alpha out there whose back I’m sure I’ll have to keep an eye on. He still has a debt to pay.”

Sebastian smiles at Saiya before rushing out through one of the doors.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that he’s actually making a friend. And with a wolf no less.” She mumbles to herself in confused disgust.

She flips a piece of ripped flesh from her Louis Vuitton heel and strides out through another door. She’s in no rush finding her way to the control room, which she is sure Erickson still has heavily guarded even with this brutal fight going on. But what can she do? She loves the sound of her heels tapping on the floor with every step she takes.

Two lone warriors stumble upon her, but she has no problem smashing their heads to pieces against each other.

Wolves may be strong, but she has power beyond any of her kind. There’s a reason she’s the queen. Ancient blood of the original vampire coursing through her veins, makes it not only easier to control her sires, but also be stronger than them.

Just as she turns a corner, she sees a beast of a man, a wolf-shifter of course with those golden angry eyes, fighting off three shifted wolves on his own. She doesn’t recognize him, but he’s obviously fighting on the winning side as all of Erickson's men shifted the moment they heard his war cry.

She can’t help but stare at him. The blood and sweat dripping from his bare chest have her mouth suddenly going dry. His sheer strength pronounced by his heaving muscles even has her wondering if he could be a decent challenge for her, in more ways than one.

But suddenly his head snaps to her, aware of the gaze on him. For a brief second in his distraction, one of the wolves managed to claw at him and make him bleed. But he releases such a large growl, it vibrates all the way through the floor and into her.

He tosses a wolf against a wall, kicks another off of him and rips the other’s jaw off.

And to her amazement, he treads towards her, confusing her as he has clearly lost interest in the other wolves, two of which are still not dead.

But she doesn’t move. Fear isn’t an emotion in her little box of feelings. Rather, she’s curious and excited to see what he wants with her.

He should obviously know that she’s a vampire with her glowing red eyes. And wolves are never friendly when it comes to vampires.

But the moment he takes his last step right in front of her, he snakes his arms around her waist and in her hair as he meets her lips with a deep kiss.

Shocked and frozen, she just stares at him. But he has his eyes closed, like a man lost in passion. She hears him moan as he deepens the kiss, feasting on her lips. But she suddenly pushes him off of her with a hard shove and sending him a few steps back.

Had he not been a strong wolf, that shove would have landed him against the farthest wall.

He grunts, but before either of them could even look at each other, the two remaining wolves jump at them.

It’s a brief but still an annoying interruption and the two wolves fall limp within seconds.

Saiya glares at the remaining man, but this time he doesn’t make a move towards her.

“You vile dog. You think you are worthy of putting your paws on me?” She grunts in anger. -Not at just what he had done, but for her own lack of a reaction.

No one has kissed her since her beloved died.

But the man just smirks back at her.

Annoyed, she stomps her way to him, the sound of her heels echoing in the silence.

“You better wipe that smirk off your face.” She doesn’t even know why she is still entertaining this wolf.

She knows she should either kill him or just walk away and get on with her own mission. But something about this wolf gets her antsy. She wants to push him and get him riled up. She wants to see his beast. She wants her dead heart to quicken again. She hasn’t felt such excitement in the longest of times.

And the man does as he’s demanded. Though, he replaces his grin with a lick and bite of his lip as he stares at the little blood splatters covering the exposed skin of her neck and chest thanks to the design of her outfit.

She can see him reaching out to her and out of response she commands, “Don’t.”

And stop, he does.

He is as still as a statue, but she can hear his racing heart making the vein on his neck stand out even more. She can’t help but feel tempted. And the deep growl coming from him makes it clear that he knows she wants to taste him. But he doesn’t seem angry. In fact, the huge bulge in his pants has her believing otherwise.

He likes it.

But she can’t help to study him further. The man who just a moment ago, grabbed her and kissed like he needed no permission, is now standing as still as an ice sculpture. She’s surprised he even listened to her. But her curiosities just spike further.

She touches his chest with the tip of her finger, trailing it across his abdomen. She can feel him shiver, but strangely he’s not daring to make a move. But what’s even stranger is the shiver running through her that she almost gasps. Almost.

Looking up into his eyes, she can see him looking deeply into hers, not eager to avoid her. Even when she’s threatening him and his beast with her own beast and its red eyes. Her curiosity deepens.

She slowly slips her hand in his hair and brings his face down to hers as she kisses him, hungrily. –Eager to know what this beast is doing to her and what he plans to do with her.

He’s eagerly kissing her back, his tongue grazing against her fangs. But he balls his hands into fists on his sides, struggling but succeeding to not break her command.

She pulls back and stares at him in wonder, annoyed with how breathless they both seem. -With how unfulfilled they both seem.

She grunts as she pushes him back and turns to leave. But she hears his slow and heavy footsteps following her, like some stalker failing to maintain distance with his target.

“Do not follow me.” She commands again, sure that this wolf is just a dog that wants to follow orders.

But a deep and brief chuckle has her gasping as she suddenly turns to look at him. She’s annoyed at his disobedience, but she’s still curious, wondering what his voice sounds like.

“Unfortunately, that is one command I cannot follow, mate.” He says in a deep smoky voice.

She feels her knees weakening as the heels are starting to strain her toes. Which is ridiculous, since she’s always wearing a pair of heels. It’s like second nature to her.

Wait a second! Did he just call me his m-

“What the hell did you just call me?” But she continues, not even giving him a chance to respond. “I am not your mate.”

He growls out loud.

“I already had a mate. My beloved. And he died. Just like you wolves, us vampires also only get one mate for life. So don’t you dare insult me or my beloved again.” She practically shouts as she points her finger in his face as a warning.

He takes a slow step forward, confusing her again.

“You clearly haven’t heard of second chance mates.” He says in a soft whisper, as if afraid of her reaction at hearing the words.

For a brief second, she’s stunned in silence, but then scoffs.

“You can’t be serious?”

But seeing his lack of facial expression changing, she throws a punch at him.

He takes it as his face swings to the side and his lip bleeds. She swings another fist at him, but he grabs it, stopping her.

“You’re just a dog. What makes you think that I want to be your mate?”

He grins and in her brief confusion he pulls her into his chest and rubs his nose against hers.

“I can smell it.” He smiles proudly and she shoves him back again.

She bites her lip, at a loss of words.

“You can’t deny it. We’re mates. And we both want it.”

She looks at him with an infuriating look, like she’s ready to punch him again. She reaches for him and he readies himself for another punch. But instead, he feels his lips assaulted with her desperate and angry ones.

Before he can even reciprocate the kiss, she pulls her lips from his.

“We don’t have time for this.” She whispers in another breathless tone, holding a finger to his lips.

He nods. He wants nothing more than to have uninterrupted time with his mate. To learn everything about her, - her body, her mind and that soul that is bonded to his.

“I have other things to do, and I don’t need you getting in the way.”

He nods again and his arms slip tightly around her waist, giving her his silent message that he will still not leave her alone.

She raises a brow. “You better make sure you stay out of my way.”

“As you wish.” He rubs his nose to hers again.

He hears a soft giggle escape her lips and he hears his wolf howling in his head. He can’t help but tighten his grip on her. He never wants to let her go. He will do anything to hear that sound again.

“You like taking orders, don’t you?” She asks, barely aware of her rubbing her own nose against his.

He nods.

She leans in and gives a quick lick to his bleeding lip. She smiles seeing his dejected eyes at the expectation for another kiss.

Her eyes glow a deep red as she savours his taste. He releases a deep growl at the thought of her enjoying it.

“Why on earth, would an alpha like you, like to take orders?”

He smirks. “It’s boring having people fear you just because you were born with power. I rather want to see someone take control from me. Someone worthy.”

She pulls her wrist close and looks at her watch.

She suddenly pulls back from him, turns and walks off. He immediately follows.

She talks, as if expecting him to follow her without question. “I’m on a tight schedule. I would like it if I didn’t get any more interruptions from you.”

“Of course.” He responds frankly, but still smirks knowing his mate will definitely be a handful, but she is all his.

He can’t help but stare at the elegant sway of her hips as the steady echoes of her heels echo through the hallways. Just as she turns a corner, they see a stray wolf running towards her.

But she doesn’t show fear. Why would she? She elongates her nails as she continues walking without a falter in her step, ready to slit its throat. But before the wolf even gets two feet from her, it’s tackled and its jaw ripped off.

She smirks as she continues walking past the bloody scene, hearing her beast of a man and so-called second chance mate following promptly behind.

With him around, this is certainly going to be a walk in the park.

“What’s your name, wolf?” She didn’t want to show interest, but she needs to sate her curiosity.

“Micah………And what is my mate’s name?”

“If you don’t know who I am, then there’s no point in telling you.”

“No worries. I prefer calling you my mate, mate.”

Without even looking back, she can sense the smile on his face. She considers it, but hesitates in telling him who she really is.

How would he react? Most wolves tend to make their revulsion of vampires quite clear. Would he be disgusted, especially since I’m the queen? Dammit! Why do I even care? I don’t even have time for this.

“Saiya……….My name is Saiya.” She says.

“Saiya?” She hears him tasting her name on his lips. “A perfect name for my perfect mate.”

She purses her lips trying to stop herself from smiling as she continues her stride through the building, knowing her stalker-wolf will keep her path clear for her.