Zane

"Well, what do we have here? Is the princess lost?"

I stared down at her trying to crawl away from me—and backwards, I might add.

"Darling, you're going to get your dress all messy and Mommy and Daddy wouldn't approve of that, would they?"

She glared at me like I was the scum on the bottom of her glass slipper and perhaps I was, but she was in my territory and I didn't like it.

Or maybe I did..

This was quite interesting, though—a vampire princess in my clutches, on my land?

Wait til the boys heard about this...

"Ya know, maybe I should tell my men to come and have some fun. Would you like that? Would that make your miserable little existence better? At least you'd get to run home to your kingdom with a story to tell, eh?"

"Go to Hell.."

"Oh, a feral vampiress..I like you.."

I licked my lips, knowing damn well she could do more than just crawl away from me, but why wasn't she?

"Oh, gods...have you no gifts to speak of? A princess of the vampires and absolutely no talent?"

I eyed her body—oh, she'd have plenty of talents, I was sure of that.

"Stop staring at me," she growled, "I'm on my side now."

"Yes, but you ran away to mine and I want to know why."

"I am not obligated to tell you anything."

"I can make you tell me everything. What's another war between sides, yeah? We'd take out your village in a heartbeat, princess."

"Just let me go.."

"Beg me.."

I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up, but she didn't fight me.

Why?

"Fight me or,-"

Then, she sank her fangs into my hand.