The Vampire Kings Slave Mate

Chapter 33-Mary

I fight the urge to pass out. I need to get out of this place and quickly, if I pass out now I’ll die. I pull myself up into a standing position, my entire right side feels like its on fire, and I can barely put any pressure on my leg; my ankle was either broken or severely sprained. I gritted my teeth through the pain, slowly hobbling through the meadow, trying to find a place to rest and hide. I stub my toe on a rock, and fall back down. I cover my mouth so not to cry out and I let out a little whimper. Why, why was I so damn stubborn that I felt the need to run away. Why couldn’t I have waited for Nikolai to return back from his meeting and tell me what was going on. Why did I always find the need to do everything on my own. I would die in these woods tonight and I wouldn’t be able to revenge my family’s death, my hands going to the locket around my neck, as I open it up and stare down at my family. Thoughts of the day Nikolai had given it back to me, flood into my mind; I wouldn’t ever be able to tell him that I cared for him, that I no longer saw the monster in my nightmares.

No I would not let myself die, I would not give up. I wasn’t a quitter. I had too much to do, too much to live for still. I grit my teeth once again, pulling myself up into a standing position, with new determination, I begin to walk through the pain, even if my pace is slow, I am still managing to walk and try to seek shelter. I look all around me, trying to spot anything that might keep me safe through the night, and thats when I spot it, a few hundred feet in front of me, is a metal door that I am sure leads to an underground bunker. I can feel my hope begging to rise, things are finally starting to look up. I make my way slowly to the bunker. I am less than a hundred feet away from it when the smell of rotten decaying flesh assaults me and I can hear a loud hissing noise behind me. I try to run, but my injured foot won’t allow me too, suddenly the ghoul is on top of me, smelling me.

“You smell like the king.” It hisses.

“The king is my mate.” I respond trying to keep the quiver from my voice.

“The king took a human as his mate. How pathetic.” The ghoul hisses. “I knew he was weak.”

It surprised me how well the Ghoul could communicate, I had always heard that Ghouls lost their human side, but this one seemed to understand everything I was saying.

“King Nikolai is not pathetic.” I spit out, shit when would I ever learn to control my temper.

The ghoul lurches at me, and I shriek, as I jump and start falling on my ass, scraping my arm as I try to catch myself. “I can’t wait to see the look on the king’s face when he discovers his mate has died, and by who’s hands she died by.”

Nikolai roaring in the

I bite into him and gag when the taste of rancid blood hits my mouth. “Nikolai,” I croak out through the distaste

my mind. I know he is close by. The ghoul knows it too. He opens his mouth wide, all

want Nikolai to see this, I concentrate with everything I have and push at his presence, expelling him from my mind.

NIKOLAI

of Mary pull me in her direction, I only hoped that by the time I reached her it wouldn’t be to late. The amount of fear she was feeling terrified me, I had

this why Mary

Vampires are born with their beast, from the minute our eyes open were taught how to control the monsters inside of us. We were taught to always quench are blood lust and to never let our beasts take control for too long. For centuries after my father was murdered, my mother reigned terror on the supernatural race and human race alike, everyone in the kingdom thought my mother had lost control of the beast within and that she would

tried to locate Mary through the smell of death and

me, it would be better if I faced him than if he found Mary, no matter how strong my Queen was, she wouldn’t be able to defeat a ghoul on her own. “Mary!” I shout again loudly, as I walk through the hunting area. I try

shriek and can smell the scent of fresh blood. With my heart pounding in my chest, I take of running in the direction of the sound, praying to the gods, that I wasn’t

cry for me, she sounds far away and like someone is trying to muffle her. “Nikolai, please.” She cries,

images play out in my mind, while they are blurry I am able to figure out what’s going on. The ghoul is talking to Mary, taunting her before he feeds on her, Mary is on sitting on the ground and I can tell that she is badly injured but still she’s is looking for anything in her vicinity to protect herself, her strength still showing even while she is terrified for her life. I feel her sense of relief when she hears me calling her name, and her sense of panic when the Ghoul eases closer to her, his eyes turning into little slits, the entirety of his mouth turning into sharp razor

our connection, the only thing I can tell is that Mary