The Billionaires Bloodlust

Chapter 4: The Beginning of The Bloodlust



Clara laughed at the fear she saw in the kings eyes, this was exactly what she wanted..

She had no interest in the throne, but her father pulled her towards it, because he was too scared of what Charles might become.

Clara longed to see her sister, she did not even know her name, in anger she raised her sword.

The king gestured with his hand, she stopped to listen.

"I know you have no regard towards me as your father, but please just try, how will your little sister feel, knowing that you were the one who took me away from you?, she would hate you."

Those words were more than enough to weaken her resolve as her hands dropped down feebly.

The lions slept at her command, if she was so powerful how come she could not set herself free King Green asked.

She was in no mood to answer heart wrenching questions, there she was all alone and she could not discern between night or day.

Her eyes were useless to her, what was the point of being in the outside world, she might as well make friends with the Lions..

Until she eventually gets hungry and make them dinner.

The kings eyes welled up with tears, he fell down to his knees, he remembered his wife Elizabeth, she had so much control over Charles if only she was alive the kingdom would not be ruined.

Charles, went into the court room proudly, he sat on his throne and ordered the sorcerer to be himself.

The sorcerer looking like his father irritated him to his very core.

"How is my mother doing?." Charles asked the sorcerer, his mother has being imprisoned , frozen to steel, at Charles order, she was his weakness and he hated it, he had to get rid of her.

The sorcerer told him that his mother was doing fine, although it was unfortunate that her death was nigh.

Charles stood and stared into the sorcerers eyes, even without magic prince Charles was deadly.

"I mean she has starved so long it would only be natural, she is human after all.

Except you want me to make her immortal!."

Charles sat on the throne looking, feeling confused, he loved his mother dearly, but did not want her to be his weakness either.

The sorcerer waited for the prince orders but none were forthcoming, he disappeared, leaving Charles alone to face his dilemma.

The sorcerer in his den, looked into the eyes of the queen mother who was imprisoned in his spell, he smiled satisfied.

"What kind of spell did you cast on Charles, despite how evil he is, he seems to care so much about you."

Queen Elizabeth tried to move, but without her necklace she was powerless, she was wise enough to put it around the neck of her new born child.

Else it would have fallen into the hands of Emrys.

"You irritate me, your majesty." The sorcerer said.

"If only the necklace was with you, I mean I would have considered sparing your life.

The only thing line between you and death is my fear of your son, keep that in mind.

It won't be long before he orders your death!.

And trust me I will make it as painful as it ought to be."

Chloe now in Peters room, spinned round like a puppy, she had not seen such technology in her native life before.

A square box with voices emitting from it, should she break it open and free it's prisoners.

"That's a television!." Peter screamed as Chloe raised a vase aiming towards it.

He shook his head Chloe was worse than the last one, she was like a monkey.

Chloe asked him, if he was a sorcerer, Peter laughed, a sorcerer him, he hated magic, magic ruined his life.

"Why do you ask?." Peter asked Chloe..

She pointed at his injury, his blood was gone, were was it, how did it disappear.

Peter smirked, she was smart, he had a secret, a secret he would die with.

As a young boy, Peter had this insatiable urge to drink human blood.

He found himself thirsty for it, so thirsty, he drank that of his wife to satisfy himself.

He needed to find a cure, but based on his father's stories there was none.

He walked away ignoring her question.

Chloe looked around her, perhaps marrying this stranger was her ticket to freedom.

She would just tolerate him for six months, and be on her way.

Charles sat on the throne, in these times of dilemma only one thing could cool him down.

He went to his harem and immersed himself in the pool, the servant made the announcement.

"The king is here, the husband to all!."

All the concubines emerged from there rooms in excitement, and got into the pool with him.

Charles took hold of the first lady and bit her lip seductively.

She held him closer to herself, he could hardly breathe.

This was why he loved Emelda, what he does to others she does to him without fear.

He ordered the others to leave the pool, as he wanted to be with just her.

Staring into her eyes, she placed her hands on his tits and squeezed them.

He slapped her, and pulled her closer to himself kissing her passionately.

It was then Charles had the hunger to bite her and drink her blood, but he held himself, he could not understand what was wrong with him.

All he wanted was to hear her moan, and also bleed.

He licked her neck hungrily, Emelda closed her eyes, she loved Prince Charles, to her he was not just for sex nights, and parties.

Even without the throne she would be with him. But she was well aware that Prince Charles had no heart, instead she was willing to let him play and use her body as much as he dims fit.

Prince Charles pushed her away, he ran out of the pool, the desire to drink her blood tormented him, he needed to find answers to this new side of himself.


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