Error's POV

I rushed home, worried about the future events. My father would be angry if he found out that I've been sneaking out to see Ink.

The sun started to peek over a roof. I felt my body begin to lightly burn under the rays of light. I couldn't be under the sun for too long. My pace increased as my possible death grew closer.

I saw my home standing above everything else, the castle. Sneaking over the wall, my soul pounded with fear of being caught by the guards. Luckily there were several trees and plants to hide behind.

I jumped up a set of tree branches and found an opened window leading to my room.

  Once steadying myself behind the window, I closed it and pulled the curtains shut. This allowed zero light to come in.

A sigh of relief escaped when I was safe in my bedroom. My room was dark and had the feeling of a cave. Everything in my room was either abyss black or a dark grey.

I closed my eyes before opening them once more, letting them adjust to the sudden light change. I froze when I saw a silhouette.

In the darkness next to the door was the King.

A feeling of irritation came to me.

Me: Father.

  I had a similar appearance to him but he was covered with scars and he wore an old cloak to help shield him from the light.

Father: Why weren't you at your studies?

Me: Because I didn't want to attend them.

I said bluntly.

Father: So you decided to go outside. The one thing that I told you to never do.

I felt myself growl.

Me: I'm tired of being trapped in here. I'm tired of you treating me like an animal.

My father stepped forward so I could see his blood red eyes.

Father: Control yourself, boy. Outside is worse than it is here.

Me: And what do you mean by that?

I crossed my arms in protest.

Father: If they saw what you really are, they wouldn't even treat you like an animal. They would kill you.

Me: I can kill them.

Father: Error!

The amount of anger in his voice startled me.

Father: They fear us. If you kill anyone, they would hunt you for the rest of your life.

Me: This isn't fair. Why does Geno and Fresh get to leave the castle?

Father: They are not my sons. You are. They are not vampires. You are.

He growled as he looked away in rage for a second, pinching his nose bridge.

Father: I'm trying to keep you alive until you're eighteen, when you finally grow into your vampiric self. This is so you can go to my home kingdom and take your rightful place on the throne as the new king of vampires.

The king sighed.

Father: There... you would be free to do whatever you wanted with your mate.

Me: What if I don't find my mate?

Father: I can tell that you've met them already. That is why you've been sneaking out for the past few nights.

I gave him a small look of surprise. He knew about my meetings with Ink.

Me: You knew?

He nodded.

Father: I hear everything.

My father silently sighed to himself before turning around, facing the door.

Father: The sun is coming up. You should get some sleep.

My father closed the door behind him, leaving me alone to my thoughts.

  I sighed as I flopped onto my bed.

  Someone knocked on the door. I growled quietly to myself.

Me: Come in.

  The door opened to show my personal butler, Xander. He was the only person that I enjoyed being with in this castle.

Xander greeted me as he quickly closed it, making sure no light came into the room. I noticed that he was holding a tray with a lidded pitcher and a chalice.

Xander: Good morning your majesty. Well, good night since you're going to go to bed.

The butler opened the pitcher and began to pour liquid into the chalice.

I could smell the irony scent of blood filling the cup. My hunger started to grow, making me realize that I had been starving myself.

My hands wrapped around the silver cup as I stared at the thick crimson liquid. Putting the edge to my lips, I began to drink it.

The blood changed from being sour to being bitter. This meant the blood was from a mixture of people.

  I wasn't able to feed on my own as my fangs hadn't fully grown in yet.

I learned from my father that only my mate's blood would smell and taste sweet. Thinking about my lessons brought up my meetings with the artistic boy. I remembered that...

Ink's blood smelled deliciously sweet