BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 375: Kidnapped {2}

Chapter 375: Kidnapped {2}

"Countess..." he smoothly spoke and his voice was just as deep as I remembered, enough to jostle my entire body. It’s not fair I get to feel this way... all these past feelings getting caught up to me... I don’t want it, I don’t deserve it.

You should have stayed away Dace... it would have been better for the both of us. I’m now the very creature you despise with every fiber of your being and seek to destroy.

"You kidnapped me," I said, masking any emotion in my voice and keeping my hard gaze on him. I was trained to keep my emotions in check, I was trained to be the very creature I am today... Let’s see if those merits will finally earn their importance.

He smirked, an action that deliciously spread his lips, but it wasn’t heartfelt like I remember... it was mocking and twisted, it caused a strong chill to invade my body. I have heard rumors for years spreading like wildfire... even when I was out of the country during my stay in Italy for the past five years, about the dark Alpha that hunts vampires like an insane man and how he tortures and bleeds them dry, ruling with iron fists and yet a prosperous leader to his Pride, it was only his enemies that has to fear his wrath.

Sick, twisted, dangerous, insane... those were the words used to describe Dace Devereaux. At first, I didn’t want to believe the rumors, I didn’t want to believe that Dace had lost his humanity that far and there was at least a shred of something keeping him going.

Call it wishful thinking...

I see everything I don’t want to believe in the past five years, I see everything in his piercing gaze, just how far he has lost the shred of humanity he holds.

He brought a cigarette he held between his fingers to his lips and took a drag. My eyes lingered on it, observing the angry red bottom and the rings that graced his fingers.

"Relax Countess... you’re not my prisoner"

I almost huffed, the situation that transpired has everything to do with that "Says the man who kidnapped me" I tried to move but I couldn’t, everything feels murky but I was glad I could collect my thoughts now. I need my sanity right now more than ever.

"Easy... You don’t want to strain yourself"

Another mocking, does he even feel a shred of emotion seeing me this way? Helpless, exposed, with a hideous bite on my shoulder? I guess not!

"That bite... what did it do to me?" I don’t remember him having the ability to render someone useless with a bite, but then again that was Dace when he was just an Alpha Werelion, who knew what he was capable of now.

"As long as my mark is on you... you can’t do shit, that is what it means"

I gulped, this is not good for me at all! I can’t heal and I can’t get out of this situation, I can’t remember the last time I was this helpless... ah yes I remember, that was five years ago, I have forgotten how it feels, to let someone run you.

Not wanting to drown further into the past I looked around, this was a plane, a private jet, definitely not good. We’re going somewhere and that could only mean something.

For good measure, I asked, "Where are you taking me?!"

"To my humble abode?" He said like wasn’t it obvious as he narrowed those piercing eyes at me.

Shit! He’s taking me back to Juneau. The last thing I wanted, if I knew I would be some target I never would have come back from Italy, that country became my comfort zone over the years, Italy was the very base of the Vampires... at least where the head family stayed.

Although it was crawling with vampires it was where I found myself over the years, my emptiness subsided there, and their culture breeds into me.

"Te ne pentirai, coglione!" I snapped.

(You will regret this, fucker!)

An amusement swirled in his orbs. Maybe he didn’t know what I said, well at least I could curse him as much as I wanted in Italian.

"Donna, non mi pento di un cazzo"

(Woman, I don’t regret shit)

Fuck! He speaks Italian... and it sounded hot coming from him, the language seemed to sound even more pleasant coming from him.

No no no, Emma! You’re past that wall!

"That vampire spoke Italian too"

What vampire? My guess is the one who ratted me out must have been part of the guards. Luther better teaches his people more.

"Che cosa siete?" he began, abruptly.

(What are you?)

"La creatura che disprezzi"

(The creature you despise)

"Nah" he leaned forward resting his arms on his elbows and I was caught up as the shirt tightened on his muscled frame.

I’m fucking screwed.

"That shit you pulled, with the glasses and your blood, no vampire does that"

"Allora non sai niente dei vampiri"

(Then you don’t know anything about Vampires)

"I know my fair share. Your scent... it’s unusual too, it reeks in the entire plane, and it’s irritating" he added with clenched teeth.

I smirked but it wasn’t pleasant. "My bad" I looked out the window.

"A feisty Countess for someone like Luther"

I felt his piercing gaze on the ring on my finger, encased in gold with little markings on it, with a red tiny gem at the center. The Zalatoris keepsake and the evidence of my position.

"The ring of Zalatoris," he added and I darted my eyes to him. "You’re indeed a precious gem to Luther"

I was silent keeping my eyes on him and he did the same, my chest rose and fell probably because I had strained myself too much by speaking.

"Shouldn’t I at least get a name... Countess?" he taunted, smoking the last of his cigarette.

I looked to the side before facing him back. "Emmaline Zalatoris"

I have never used the full meaning of my name before... solely because the name Emma stuck while growing up, I never liked the full name but it became more used because of a certain vampire.

Dace rose to his full length. "Enjoy the rest of the flight, Countess..." he gave me a side eye before walking out and the door slammed shut.

So much for telling him my name if he wasn’t gonna use it.

Dick.