Prologue.
There go the sparks again. Those damn sparks.
I retracted both of my arms up, gripping the small dagger. The blood that circulated towards my fingers came to a forced stop, causing my skin to turn white, I didn't realize how hard I was clasping the dagger.
The snores of the women and the king presenting under me was soon flooded by the beating of my heart.
One.
I sucked in a breath, my hands shaking above me. I closed my eyes as I thought of all the torment these vampires created.
Two.
My father meeting death as a result of it. I hated these blood sucking creatures, and what better way to take the whole colony down than killing their king. A boost of confidence shot through me, I had to do this.
Three.
Opening my eyes, I hammered the knife down, only to abruptly stop when I was met with red eyes.
Shit.
