Prince Darrius (Abducted by Vampires Book 1)
Prince Darrius
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Author C. Swallow
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Part 2 Chapter 1
Part 2 Chapter 2
Part 2 Chapter 3
Part 2 Chapter 4
Part 2 Chapter 5
Part 2 Chapter 6
Part 2 Chapter 7
Part 2 Chapter 8
Part 2 Chapter 9
Part 2 Chapter 10
Part 2 Chapter 11
Part 2 Chapter 12
Part 2 Chapter 13
Part 2 Chapter 14
Part 2 Chapter 15
Part 2 Chapter 16
Part 2 Chapter 17
Part 2 Chapter 18
Part 2 Chapter 19
Part 2 Chapter 20
Part 2 Chapter 21
Part 2 Chapter 22
Part 2 Chapter 23
Part 2 Chapter 24
Part 2 Chapter 25
Part 2 Chapter 26
Part 2 Chapter 27
Part 2 Chapter 28
Part 2 Chapter 29
Part 2 Chapter 30
Part 2 Chapter 31
Part 2 Chapter 32
Part 2 Chapter 33
Part 2 Chapter 34
Part 2 Chapter 35
Part 2 Chapter 36
Part 2 Chapter 37
Part 2 Chapter 38
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
“And who the hell are you?” I ask, shocked, looking at the tall muscular man that has just elegantly climbed through my bedroom window. He smiles and I see the glint of fangs. He licks his lips and I stiffen, holding the towel to me more closely. I had just come back from a lovely shower… and there was a bloody vampire in my room!
“You are going to come quietly,” he says, “If you work yourself up, your heart beat will increase… I might not be able to resist your sweet neck,” he leans against the window, his chest bared except for the black leather pants he has on. Vampires had funny dress sense sometimes. He crosses his arms across his chest arrogantly.
“What do you mean, come quietly?” I ask, frozen to the spot near my wardrobe, opposite him. Only the bed separated us.
“I mean, shut up and come here,” he says, his voice dripping with menace.
“Like hell I will,” I say firmly back, trying to appear brave when inside I felt like I was going to die of fear, “What do you want from me?” I ask.
“Listen here, sweetheart,” he leans up off the window sill and I take a step back, hitting my back against my wardrobe, “We either do this the easy way or the hard way,” he grins, flashing his fangs again, “I wouldn’t mind the hard way…”
“What do you want from me?” I nearly scream, beginning to shake in my fluffy white towel. Vampires were fast, super strong, and I was completely at his mercy. I didn’t exactly have garlic in my wardrobe! And I was home alone… I had been all week. My parents were away on a holiday. I had no siblings.
“Now, now, sweetie,” he says, shaking his head disapprovingly, “I told you, don’t get yourself worked up. You are really tempting me to have a little taste. And I have orders not to do that,” still shaking, I watch with wide eyes as he stalks towards me.
“What do you want?” I ask again for the third time, my voice squeaking as he comes closer. He stops a bare foot from me, a nice warm and seductive smile on his face.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I shriek as with lightning fast speed, he scoops me up into his arms and throws me over his shoulder. Somehow the towel is still around me and I thank god for it.
He stalks towards the window, me still on his shoulder as he jumps out with ease. I try to stay silent, calm, so my heart rate slows. I fail to do it. The thought of me dying as he sucked the blood from my neck was freaking me out even more as he walked me through my garden to the street beyond.
“Damn,” he mutters, “If I didn’t have orders not to taste you, I’d probably have sucked you dry by now. You smell so damn good,” he chuckles to himself and my eyes widen as he stops next to a car and the door opens. He pushes me into the back seat, off his shoulder. He puts on my seatbelt in the middle seat before sliding in himself.
I’m still shaking from fear as I sit next to an incredibly hot yet terrifying, half naked vampire.
“You’re being taken to the King Vampire’s layer,” he says, “And you, darling, are going to be a good little girl. Or you might get yourself killed,” I swallow in fear and look down at my shaking hands before looking back up to my captor.
“Why would I get killed?” I ask, scared as crap.
“Let’s just say you aren’t in the King’s good books right now. So, behave, and do as you’re told when we get there,” I look away from him towards the driver. It’s another vampire who smirks at me in the rear-view mirror before driving off into the empty street.
I still had no idea why the King of all vampires wanted me captured.
I just hoped I survived the whole ordeal.
Chapter 2
I’m pulled through the most amazing, intricately detailed hall I’ve ever seen. In the car ride I was blindfolded, and now I was allowed to see inside the palace where the King of all vampires resided. The halls were six feet wide and the walls were a deep black with swirls of dark blood red through them. The floor was a creamy coloured marble, contrasting with the walls. The hall I was in now stretched on for at least one hundred feet with doors on the side every ten feet or so.
Mister hot-steamy and wicked was unusually silent beside me. I expected more snide comments from my captor but all he did was stare ahead, with his hand firmly on my arm as he took me to wherever it was I was being taken. I hold onto my white towel. The fluffiness of it gave me comfort but it still wasn’t enough.
“Excuse me,” I say, “Could I please have something to cover myself with besides this towel?” I see my captor turn to look at me with a wicked smile.
“Now, you have just got my imagination running wild –”
“Please,” I snap, annoyed at how cool calm an
d collected he is. Although I guess I couldn’t blame him, he wasn’t the one being abducted, “I need something better than a towel. At least give me that,” I see his deep blue eyes soften a tad.
“I’ll see what I can do, but only if you behave,” he says.
“I haven’t done anything bad!” I can’t help but snap again, angry at his arrogance and power. No matter what, I couldn’t escape. I only had my words to save me, “You’re an ass, if you can’t even give me some god-damn clothes…” I shake my head at his mocking glare, “Forget it.”
“Sweetheart, I’ll see what I can do,” he stops by a door and opens it. Suddenly I’m not feeling too brave anymore. I peek inside and before I can get a good look around he shoves me none too politely into the room and lets me go.
I hold the towel to me, looking around anxiously at my surroundings. I was in a small room with a desk at one end and shelves lining each wall. It looked like someone’s office but there was no one waiting in here. No King.
My vampire captor stands just outside the door way, ready to shut the door but I raise a hand.
“Wait,” I say, “Who are you?” He gives me a smirk showing one side of his fangs. His look turns hungry and I narrow my eyes.
“My name is Darrius, sweetheart. I’ll see if I can get you something in terms of clothes. But you’ll owe me a favour for it,” I let out an annoyed breath at the wicked gleam in his eyes.
“You could have just let me change into some clothes before you abducted me!” He swings the door shut on my face, and I hear him walk away laughing to himself, “Damn you!” I yell at the door. I look around me, at the room full of books and a desk.
What the hell was I doing here?
What did vampires want with me?
And why did my captor have to be such an arrogant prick?
I hug the fluffy white towel to me, still shaking from fear and adrenaline. I didn’t understand why vampires would want an 18 year old girl who did nothing but go to school and watch dramas on T.V. in her spare time, to meet the King. Was I going to meet him?
So many questions and no bloody answers! I walk around the room, sighing at how helpless I was. I had no idea as to why this was happening to me. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake; a misunderstanding.
Yes, that had to be it!
After a few minutes the door swings open and I twirl to see Darrius holding a simple black dress. He throws it at me and I catch it. It was a nice dress, nothing outrageous. Good.
“Thank you,” I say, “Where did you get it?”
“Never you mind,” Darrius gives me a long stare that suggests he is thinking about eating me up. More like drinking me up.
“I need some privacy,” I say, “To change.”
“Mmm… okay then. You won’t be waiting long. The King will come see you soon. Don’t try to escape, sweetie, I can hear your heart beating from a mile away. And I’ll be right outside this door,” he closes the door, and I glare at him as he does it. Bloody vampires!
Quickly, in case he decides to come back in, I slip the towel off and slip the black plain dress on.
“Done, sweetheart?” I hear him ask from outside the door. I don’t answer, annoyed.
“You better be done, sweetheart,” I wish he would stop calling me that, “The King is coming, I’m opening the door,” I take a deep breath and let it out.
Time to find out if this whole thing really was a misunderstanding…
Chapter 3
A tall menacing figure comes into the room. Hair the same jet-black like Darrius’. He is flanked by two body guards, one a woman and one a man. Darrius comes in, enjoying the show I assumed.
“Jennifer,” The King says my name, he towers over the rest of the vampires, “Finally we meet,” his voice drawls like a true vampire and I stare cautiously at the out stretched hand in my direction.
“Am I going to die?” I blurt out.
“We don’t know…” the King says. He drops his hand, looking angry that I refused to shake it, “It depends.”
“What depends?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest, “I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t know what I’ve done but you have captured the wrong girl. Please, I want to live,” I’m happy I speak loud and clear. But if I consider vampire’s enhanced senses, he probably still knew I was freaking out.
“You want to live but… it depends on what your parents do when they find you gone,” he smiles with no warmth and I swallow, my breath stopping.
“Excuse me?” I ask.
“So polite…” Darrius says in amusement, laughing at me with his eyes.
“Oh, shut up!” I snap at Darrius, before looking back to the King, “What about my parents?”
“You obviously don’t know,” The King says, ignoring my outburst at Darrius, “Your parent’s are vampire hunters.” I gape, disbelieving. Although that would explain a lot…
“My sister is dead because of them,” The woman vampire by the Kings side snarls at me, “They’ve invented a poison that kills vampires quickly and efficiently. They have to be stopped. They will be stopped. And you will, most likely, die when we are done with you,” venom drips from every word she says. I shake my head. I shake it because I don’t want to die, because I don’t believe my parents are vampire hunter’s, because this whole situation was so messed up…!
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I say.
“So your parent’s have told you nothing about their work?” The King asks me. I shake my head, frowning.
“Everyone knows that vampires exist, that you are hardly ever in public. That you hide in the shadows when you stalk people you want to feed on. I’ve heard my parents explain that to me, the news says it, teachers say it… That’s all I know. And my parents are fitness trainers, not vampire hunters,” I watch as the four vampires in front of me share bemused looks.
“You know nothing,” The woman hisses suddenly at me, and I don’t reply, not wanting to provoke her into killing me right here and now.
“You will stay here,” the King says, “All the guest rooms are taken at the moment. You are our hostage. With you, your parents should do whatever we say. Then we might let you go,” the King smiles and gestures to his body-guards.
“Let us go and prepare our negotiations…” the three of them leave, Darrius stays.
“Why do you wear such ridiculous clothes?” I ask. Leather pants was not an outfit. And it was not trendy. At all. Although he did look damn hot in them…
“You know,” he says, smiling wickedly, “You can come stay in my room,” I shake my head, cheeks flaming red.
“Please, just leave me alone. I have enough things on my mind,” I mean it, and I watch him lean up from the bookcase and give me a calculating stare.
“I won’t let them kill you, it’d be a waste,” he says, “I could have so much fun with you…” he says this while smirking and walking to the door. Before he closes it he gives me one last look, “Don’t try to escape. If a vampire besides me catches you wondering, you’ll be dead meat,” he closes the door and I glare at it. Damn him!
The chances were I wouldn’t be able to escape.
But I sure as hell would try.
I hear a lock click into place on the other side of the door. I frown.
Damn.
Chapter 4
I wander around the room. There are no windows. The lights in the ceiling provide the only light source. I assumed I was underground. Vampires couldn’t go out in the sun, after all.
If I was a hostage and I was going to be taken advantage of to stop my vampire-hunting parents, that meant I wouldn’t get hurt. Right? Unless my parents failed to comply with the King of the vampires. Then I would get hurt…. and then maybe killed. Depending on what happened.
For now I would have to wait. Nothing should happen until they contacted my parents or until my parents found me gone. They wouldn’t be back from their ‘holiday' until tomorrow morning. I had been kidnapped at night, so it wouldn’t be to
o long now.
I go around to the chair behind the desk. The chair is comfortable and made of leather and I sit down in it, thinking of anyway I could possibly escape. So far, my mind was coming up blank.
I had nothing. Nothing except my wits.
There is banging on my door and I still my rocking in the leather chair.
“Are you in there, girly?” Some guy snarls through the wood and I grip my arm rests of the chair, squeezing the leather with my nails. Holy, shit. Who was that?
I wait as I hear the guy snarling and raging behind the door.
“Let me in! Don’t tell me to back off,” I listen carefully and detect Darrius arguing with whoever was outside my door, “I’ll send a message. I’ll rip her throat out and that will send a bloody message…” there is commotion now behind the door and I still, gripping the armrests of the chair tighter… waiting for the psycho outside my door to leave. There are a few muffled curses and then silence.
I wait, anxiously.
My door clicks open. Darrius stalks his way in, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His lips blood red… he smiles at me and kicks the door shut.
“I’ll have to stay in here, darling,” he says, “There are a couple of angry vampires lurking about that know you are in here,” I watch as he wipes his bare hand across his mouth, then he sits down against the back of the door, guarding it.
“I guess I should say thank you? For getting rid of that guy…?” I ask. He watches me from his position against the door and lifts a slow rising brow.
“If you like,” he says, he then crosses his arms over his chest and becomes oddly silent like he did before when he pulled me down the hallway.
“Who are you to the king?” I ask him. His eyes snap open and focus on mine again. I wish I hadn’t caught his attention. His eyes were burning with hunger again and something else entirely….
“Never you mind, sweetheart,” he smiles a little, his lips stained red now from the fresh blood he had just drank.
“You fed,” I said, “Are there humans here?” I ask.
“Yes, of course there are,” he says, “What did you expect?”
“Are they slaves or willing?” I ask again.
“Willing slaves,” he says with a smirk, “Why, sweetie? Are you interested in becoming one?”