Forced to be isolated and forced to hate. A cold hearted vampire is on the quest for revenge for his brother's death caused by the attack of the bounty hunters and their arch nemesis the werewolves and the witches who brought down the once mighty vampire clan to it's knees and making his brother pay the ultimate sacrifice in order to save them. Damien was never his father's or mother's favorite not even the clan regards him as their prince. Since he was little, he was always seen as an outcast and hated for being different,,,the only person who showed him love was his brother but death took him away. Hatred,,, vengeance was the only word he knew but all changed when he met her... His only weakness A human, a bounty Hunter and also the daughter of the head of hunters and from the highest rank in the league. His mate,,,his undying weakness. A Vampire's weakness but what happens when a wolf steps into and tries to test their love
In the thick dark forest an old scary castle is located within the axis of a hill
There our vampire clan live slowly building and trying to cover up from it's loss but deep within them they all know that it's impossible.
For they all have to bear the pain of shame, and the pain of having to live lower than the rogues.
The once mighty clan now reduced to nothing and being forced to live in hiding.
"Damien! Damien!!"
"Come back here this instant your father was not done talking to you young man"
Mrs Andres(the queen) yelled at her son's retreating figure while trying to catch up with him and finally she did
Fury and anger was written all over her face. How dare he walk out of her while she was talking.
She moved with an impeccable speed just to catch up with him and called his name one more time while stepping in front of him preventing him from moving any further
"Mom get out of my way am not in the mood for any of you or your husband's talks" he stated with an expressionless face
It was like he didn't seem to care who was talking to him anymore
Eyes were bulging out of their sockets from the people around the massive dark hall
Mouths were hung open from maids to guards. What,,,who the hell is this?
This surely isn't prince Damien. They all know that he would never,ever talk back not because he couldn't but because he never had the balls to do it.
"You don't have the right to talk to me so move" he jeered
Surely this was an imposter posing as their prince wasn't it?
The question on their minds were what happened to their naive prince? But before anyone could fully register their thoughts....
Smack! A sound was heard making all maids around and including the guards freeze
She just slapped the prince and the future heir what? How?
If she wasn't his mom everyone knows that she would have been dead by now.
"Do you realise that am your mom? And that the person you are refering to as my husband" she said while pointing at her self
"That man is your father the king and you refer to us as some strangers?"she yelled while stating the obvious
"I am talking to you Damien don't you have a mouth to talk? Or has a cat suddenly caught your tongue? "She asked with so much rage consuming her but he only stood there glaring at her
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I felt something sting me on the face. I looked up and realised that my mom had just slap me,,, like what the heck?
It was so sudden that I didn't even see when she raised her hand to hit me
I glared really hard at her and balled my fists beside me that it turned white
If it were someone else the person would have been dead by now but this was no person it was my mom
She kept on asking me irrelevant questions but all I want to do was to leave before this place I hurt her
"I asked you a question young man" she continued ranting but I could not answer. My brain was not functioning properly because of the battle going on inside me
The demon in me was stirring but I had to suppress my rage. I kept balling my fists really hard beside me.
"I asked you a question and am not going to repeat it"
"And neither was I going to ask you to repeat it or am I going to answer" I finally snapped
I replied her with the same amount of rage and locked eyes.
I saw her expression change and she gasped with her eyes almost popping out of their sockets
She gasped
"You just replied me rudely Damien,,where are your manners?!" She shuddered
I scoffed when she asked me that but I still gave her my reply and I never for once break the stare
"Well last time I checked I don't have manners cause I was never taught one so don't ask me about that" I said but still continued
"My mom never taught me anything regarding manners and maybe that's why I am like this"
I said with a sarcastic tone while doing an eye roll. I really was not in for this talk but she pushed me and now she gets it
"Damien Andres Rodriguez!" She yelled with pure rage and shock
she called my full name and my blood began to boil. No one and I mean no one was allowed to call my full name except one person.
"Don't you dare call my full name" I growled at her, apparently I had lost it.
"The only person capable of calling my full name is my brother David and last time I checked he was dead" I said with so much hate and hurt
"But am your mo..."
Shock was registered on her face while she spoke but I cut her off before she had the chance to complete her sentence.
"No you are not my mom."
"my mom is dead okay" I yelled with tears threatening to fall but I held it back. I closed my eyes shut. No one deserves to see me cry,,,not anymore that is....
"She died when I was a kid and buried six feet under, so you are not my mom and am not your child I just came to realise that I was adopted"
Gasps filled the hall. They were coming from the maids and even the guards but rest assured that my so called Mom was not left out
"Dami.."
She was about calling again but I cut her off again. I couldn't stand her calling my name
"Don't call my name you are not worthy of calling my name cause you are not my mom" I said with finality and so much determination.
I had made my mind and there was no going back.
She instantly went on the ground and held her chest I saw her eyes sparkle then it started raining on her face.
she was crying,,, great. Note the sarcasm.
I badly wanted to console her but I refrained myself I won't be fooled by some tears. It can't be compared to the pain in my heart nothing can.
No tears was going to move me and the hate I felt for these people here including the maids and guards.
"Damien how could you say that? I am your mother. I birth you, I took care of you Damien"
"Taking care of me does not qualify you as my mom ma'am. Might I remind you but a nanny could also take care of me if you paid her so..."
"Damien" she called and released more tears
I scoffed, what? It was the truth after all? So why bother crying? Guess the saying which says the truth hurts was true after all.
"stop wasting your tears they won't do you any good cause You don't even know the slightest thing about me and yet you claim to be my mom" I stated the obvious
"But that's where you are wrong Damien. I do know you,,,more than you even know yourself and you know why?" She asked and I decided to go with the flow and see how things turn
"No, so if I may ask,,, why?" I asked skeptically
"That's because I am your mother and a mother knows her child more than he knows himself"
I released a pained,dry laugh before looking at her and I could see the fire in her eyes. I shook my head.
The only thing I wanted to do right now was to kill those fire
"Ok,since you know me then answer this simple question and if you get it right I would or might try to consider you" I protested and she nodded firmly
" What is my favorite colour?"
She chuckled and I couldn't help but grin stupidly at her. Did she really think that was an easy question?
"I thought you were going to give me a challenge but I guess I was wrong. Why wouldn't I know your favorite colour? What am I? Stupid?" She asked but I just raise my shoulders at her
"Just answer my question woman" I replied already impatient
"Don't use that tone on me young man. Your favorite blue. You always clinged to anything blue when you were little" she did an eye roll
I lowered my head and snickered. I laughed so hard that they started looking at me weirdly
"Oh sorry,,,,Am so sorry but I kind of lost myself at that joke you said" I sneered at her
"What are you talking about Damien. You think this is funny at all?"
"No you are right. This isn't funny infact.... it's highly amusing" I made a brief pause for dramatic effect.
What can I say huh? I love me some drama.
"It's amusing in the sense that your answer to my question was wrong."
I crouched down beside her because this so called queen had lost it and was still sitting on the floor in the hall and in the midst of so many servants watching.
Tsk, tsk,,,,what a Queen.
"W-what? What are you saying Damien? How can I fail that question? I don't believe you. You are lying." She stammered a little but I caught it
"How could I possibly lie about my own self? Surely you haven't been taking note lately." I let out a sigh
" Just because I liked something when I was a kid doesn't mean I have to keep on liking it now that am older. Can I ?"
"Surely this applies to everyone now. Doesn't it?"
"I_if blue wasn't your favorite colour, then what is?" She gulped
I tilted my head and stared right into her eyes. I was going to answer her question without wanting to miss out her reaction.
"It's simple. Black"
That statement alone drained all the blood in her face and the fire in her eyes earlier were gone
I love this expression of hers but I had no intention of stopping
"If you were my mom you would have known this but apparently you are not. So no worries" I said faking being hurt but deep inside,I was really hurt.
You are lying I don't believe you,,,I don't,,,you like blue and always will like blue" she was talking to herself than she was talking to me
This woman doesn't give up aye? I was already starting to feel my anger again
"Am lying? Have you ever seen me wear anything besides black? And have you been to my room before?"
I did a momentary pause and stood up like I was thinking
"Oh wait,,you haven't. So you don't have the slightest idea how my room looks like or where it's even located and to think....you have never been to my room even when we were back at the palace" I smirked but it hurts
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