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Two weeks had past the moments uneventful as it was before, it's as nothing happen before. I attended to the throne room heeding the concerns of the villagers, it was common but now I'm on edge.

The air around felt denser than before. It's as the very air I breathe was being taken from me bit by bit I felt cold, felt my movement went limp. The words of the villager went on deaf ears as if a thousand miles away from where I actually was.

"Queen Cleo, Duke Luc-" before her words were finished she was rudely cut off by the slamming of the doors and the commotion of my guards stopping the person. I felt air rush back into my lungs my paralysis state gone, I had to blink away the feeling of fatigue.

"Cleo, it's either now or never" the voice reminds me of the loud sirens of the dark mermaids. Duke Lucas stood with his height of 5'7 and a round stomach that hinders where all the food is stored and never left. I felt the distaste settling on my tongue as I glance at the aging man before me.

I dismissed my recent attendance in order to have them not see this. Holding my hands to my lap gripping them together in order to keep calm, a soft smile place solidly on my lips in an attempt to fool the eyes.

He looked coyly as his chest move up in a fast rhythm of breathing, I process these previous words before as my eyes scan his dark ones.

"Duke Lucas how rudely of you to enter my kingdom and demand things, have you no courtesy?" I said calmly not taking my eyes from his, I saw the flash of fear but soon it was gone replaced by mischief.

"My beloved wife, it's the only way to get your attention after all you've been avoiding me" my gazed got sharper at the words he spoke, it has he is mocking a powerful being.

"Reframe from the usage of such useless words, I have no time to be avoided when after all it was my answer," I said coming to a stand, I saw his expression drop to anger processing my words.

"So 'my dear husband' what more do I have to say for you to understand," I said in disgust getting closer to where he stands crouching to his level.

He fumbled trying to find words a look of embarrassment crosses his face. I stood towering his frame, 'oh how the mighty fall' my heart whispered, I couldn't agree more when he rushed out leaving only the wind behind.

I took a breath finally feeling at peace, my eyes fell shut basking in the quiet surrounding.

My peace came to an end hearing the rhythmic sound of slow clapping. Opening my eyes trying to find who was present funny how I didn't sense anyone.

Soon after not finding no one around, a strange sound blared within the palace, I know after all an old kingdom makes any noises. It wasn't an ordinary sound it was one that was somehow summoning someone, me. The buzzing came louder, like thousands of wasp entering my ear. 'heavens, where are the guards' I thought finding it suspicious. I felt my body being pulled, my weak state had my disadvantage thrown at my face.

The buzzing suddenly turned into heavy footsteps, million of footsteps moving at fast speed. I couldn't open my third eye it became painful the burning feeling coming back to my lungs. I hurriedly reach for my blades, I couldn't see it but I felt a pressure of material tides around my feet. I grounded myself digging my very heel in the carpet. It didn't take long for a struggle to have started, chanting lowly my knife ignites with blue flames. I flip my knife below looking at my feet the serpent-like rope was attached, without another second I slash the knife against it burning in the process. Danger sign marking every inch of the palace.

It's quite strange how the sound didn't seem to draw anyone's attention but mine. I raced to the wall using the dimly lit blade as a guide, the footsteps stopped but the power before was even greater. Standing before the golden petal design of the west wing door, I felt the intensity of the power causing my head to spin greatly.

The deserted hallway met my gaze as the unknown cold hit my skin. Darkness is the only thing I could make out as if being pulled my feet began to move on their own again.

Although the sound stopped, the hall was not silent out of all the sounds my ear could pick up, it was the voice of a man. I proceeded to walk faster, it stopped my heart for a second, at how someone could enter the most guarded place.

I stopped cautiously behind the door the voice could be heard much louder, deeper as if holding the many life on its tongue. I stood at the door I recognized to be of the ballroom, the anticipation was playing along my chest. I reach for the handle noticing how my hand shook a little. I counted to three before opening it, as clicked softly.

I thought I would have found the thing to the mystery voice but to my surprise, there was no one in sight has if ghosts have known my presence the sounds stopped, but I still felt the power-suffocating- if even more.

My feet pulled me further in the room looking around, you can't fool me, I started to open my third eye but it remains shut, a force keeping my will to be still. A stronger being was present "come out foe" I growled under my breath, saying each word with the venom of displeased.

The silence remains as I sharply scanned the room gripping my knife tightly in my fists, the flame almost out "only cowards hide behind their tail" I taunted out not caring of the danger ahead, all was intact the large area left me anticipating as my blood boiled.

The door to the ballroom shut suddenly and I know for an instance the wind was not the cause of that, I smirked at the attempt "show yourself, allow me to give you a peaceful end", I said in the deadliest voice I could muster.

The sudden roar of laughter shook the room and my insides along with it. "Are you trying to scare my love?" the voice said mockingly I spun around looking for the source of the voice but it's as I'm playing with shadows. "I'll do more than just scare you 'love' ", I said out of frustration my anger blinding my judgment, along with the taste of passing out at any minute.

where is this bastard "such a tease, it would be a waste to see you die so soon" the voice came to my ears a burst of soft laughter was heard I spun around only to find nothing "I'm not playing your games, you dare enter the kingdom of mystics, your blood on the wall would be the perfect apology" I said out of anger, at moment I know for sure anyone would call me crazy, it felt I was speaking to sir.

"What did you do to my guards?" I questioned.

"your so feisty for a small thing, don't threaten me with that mouth of yours sweets" speaking with a calm yet cold tone, I toss my blade to one corner "and that's for me to know and you to find out, now isn't that more reasonable", it's a game of playing shadows, my mind racing to my knowledge of only one supernatural had this ability.

"Enough of this! show yourself " I said in a calm voice but it holds my leaking anger. In a flash smoke appear in front of me, clouding my vision but as soon as it clear up, I stood shocked at the sight of what stood in front of me

"Cat got your tongue, dear Queen Cleo," he said softly yet his eyes ran wild. I frowned at the sight, his black midnight hair goes perfectly with the shade of dark green eyes as if crafted by angels.

"What business do you have here leech" with a second my blade rested steadily on his throat, pressing it harder if he dared to try anything.

He chuckled darkly as he folds his arms against his chest, I don't trust this leech. " they were right about what they said" he said with a smirk, with raised brow I questioned him not daring to move my knife. "That doesn't answer my question, you're wasting my time" I growled my anger blinding me even more, it's strange facing his death he seemed very chilled.

He hissed out in pain "I'll answer damn eased your blade" I didn't move it warning him of my intent but all of a sudden my blade was out of my hand being forcefully pressed against my neck. "Ho..?" I started to question I hadn't blink my eyes, he chuckled again "don't underestimate a vampire love" his tone of being pissed off, in my surprised state his lips brushed my neck.

Holding my ground, trying to calm my anger "your sweet blood is calling to me, asking to be poured out I wonder how the queen of Mystics would taste" my breath hitch feeling his fangs on my neck, that feeling of burning filled my body before anything could happen I was tossed to the ground, hitting my arm on the pavement.

"I'll answer your question, put a blade at my neck again I'll make sure not to waste your blood," each word said held a promise, as he runs his tongue along with his fangs.

"I'm Prince Vixton Nox, the upcoming ruler of the vampire realm, and....." he suddenly began pausing and staring deeply into my eyes, as if searching my soul "I came here to take what's mine" I look him over his facial expression looks scary but it doesn't scare me "and what is that" I fight out coming to a stand, he looked over at me with an evil glint in his eyes "you, you are mine"...