"Father, this thing is disgusting." The Prince said, his tone laced with resentment. "It is weak and filthy. Disgusting fucking heartbeat." He spewed in my direction as if I did not have feelings or was an inanimate object. I wished I could tell him that I felt the same way about him just then but I was in his house, under his rule, for however little of the rest of my life I had left. So I could not. "Come on, father." He continued. "We both know I don't even have the time to take care of a human. Hell, I've never even had a human slave." His cocky plea fell on deaf ears.
"Exactly, if you can't handle a human then how will you handle an entire empire? You're too..." He paused in search of an appropriate word "cold. And merciless." He finalised. I didn't know what to do anymore so I just twiddled with my thumbs and pretended not to listen.
"Are telling me you honestly think a human girl can soften me? Father, we do not have room for weakness. You should know that." The Prince's calm tone was eerie and menacing, it sent cold chills down my back. "You must be at your wit's end." he taunted as he chuckled despite the fact that he evidently did not find anything about the situation funny. He was scary. The King, however, seemed unfazed by his son's tone.
"Listen, boy." He began, his tone equally as bone chilling if not more. "I do not care. You are going to take care of Jamaica and you will get to know her and you will make sure nothing bad happens to her." And with that said, the king turned on his heel and left. Gee, "take care" of me? Well, that was a new one. Before I could fully digest the words that left the King's mouth, I was yanked off the bed by my hair and was met with electric blue eyes. Master was fuming, his eyes were starting to turn black, so black I thought I would be consumed - not by his fiery rage but by the dark abyss within his nightmarish eyes. Black veins cascaded from his eyes down to his cheeks. To say I was scared would be an understatement, I was petrified. My whole body shook uncontrollably with fear, my heart was beating out of my chest and could feel myself go numb. I had seen a lot of angry vampires but they never looked this scary. The beast in front of me seemed like he was something completely different and far more threatening.
"You little bitch." He slowly growled. "I'm in this fucking mess because of you!" He was really angry now. His hold on my hair tightened and he roughly shoved me back onto the bed. I wanted to spit on him vengefully and tell him I was neither an 'it' nor a bitch and make him see that he was the weak one hiding behind cruelty and a racially skewed superiority complex but I also wanted to cower away to avoid confrontation and save myself. Vampires like him made me sick. They all had massive egos and ridiculous notions of blamelessness obscuring their morals.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain rattle through my face. It took a few seconds for me to realise that he had slapped me, I was quite literally blinded by the pain.

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