The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 31: Bloodthirsty Maniac

Chapter 31: Bloodthirsty Maniac

Rama’s eyes shut close in weariness and she found herself succumbing into unconsciousness as everything went black.

The dim light disrupted her sleep and she moaned softly as she stretched in the soft bed with eyes closed. She turned her head to the side, away from where the sunlight peeked behind the velvet curtains.

The soft mattress she was lying on felt familiar like her queen sized one and she wondered if the horrible incidents she had experienced in the past few days were all a very long nightmare that haunted her the previous night in her sleep.

But Rama didn’t open her eyes, she wanted to replenish and savor the moment of her Empire not being destroyed, herself not enslaved and taken as captive by the vampire king and Roshan not beheaded in front of her, it was all a vivid and distressing nightmare, but a tiny smile appeared on her lips knowing none of those horrible things had happened to her.

It was all a dream.

"Dreaming about your beheaded lover?" A familiar inauspicious voice whisked it’s way into her ears, with his hot breath fanning against her cheek and her eyes shot open in heart wrenching shock as she woke up to her reality.

Her heart pounded hard against her rib cage, as she gradually veered around to meet the gorgeous but daunting face she dreaded to look at and his crimson red eyes sufficed with maliciousness as he stared into hers with a sinister smirk curving the edge of his lips up.

Her lips quivered uncontrollably in utter disappointment, apparently conscious of the fact that the direst few days of her life weren’t a nightmare but painfully her reality. She had succumbed into a very deep slumber and her mind had started playing tricks on her that it was all just a nightmare.

Memories of the previous night flashed through her mind, as she felt a tang of painful sting on her neck, where he had bitten her and she subconsciously rubbed on the tiny punctures on her neck. The silky sheets rubbing against her body made her immediately aware of the bed as she was still slightly dazed.

It was Draco’s room and she was on his bed? She screamed inwardly before clambering out of the king sized bed, moving a good distance from him as he stood at the other side with the bed separating them.

"You bit me." She blurted out in a low muttering sound as she faced him.

"Why are you surprised? It’s only natural I drink blood." He stated casually as he shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. He was already dressed up in a knee stopping black jacket over black pants and boots. His hair was let loose with a golden pin holding it back to divulge his chiseled face, sculpted to masculinity in every inch with a touch of feminine.

"Not mine. Don’t ever drink my blood..." Rama trailed off as his countenance darkened and his unwavering gaze locked on her.

"Unfortunately, I’ll drink your blood till the last drop. You told me it was bitter, yet I almost couldn’t control myself to stop." Draco drawled with a devilish grin splitting his lips open to reveal his white teeth, with pointy incisors that made her spine tingle, as she recalled the feel of his fangs digging into her skin.

Rama fell speechless by his utterance, was he going to feed from her as a blood bag? The thought of it made her feel nauseous as her stomach churned in disgust and repulsion.

She didn’t want to feel his hideous fangs on her again. Truthfully, when she had felt him draining her blood the previous night, she felt fear engulf her whole being.

"W-What do you mean?" She stuttered slightly with fluttering lashes.

"You’re my personal maid, so you take care of my personal needs and that comprises feeding, only I choose to feed from you. You’re not worthless after all, you have such a nice flavor of blood." Draco remarked with a sarcastic smirk on his lip.

Rama swallowed softly, realising her situation had just gone from bad to ultimately worse within a blink of an eye because she chose to act on her rage triggered impulses.

"And also, lets not overlook your handmaid’s punishment for your defiant show you displayed the previous night in the bath. Slapping the king warrants to your head on a guillotine. You do realise the heavy consequences of your actions Rama, don’t you?" Draco said and she felt her legs wobble with weakened knees.

"I-I’m sorry My Lord. Please forgive me, I was.." Rama trailed off as the words rolled off forcibly from her lips with clenched jaws and when she looked into his eyes, he didn’t seem in the least fazed or shaken by her apology.

She followed Draco’s movement with her eyes as he strode toward her with slow daunting steps till he was standing in front of her. She felt like moving back, but she planted her feet firmly on the ground, refusing to be intimidated by the devil in front of her, even though she could hear her heart throb in her ears as she felt his dark aura cloaking him.

"No amount of pleads will make my heart waver in the slightest, unfortunately I don’t have one." Draco said as he glowered down at her with dark eyes and she gulped down the bitter bile stuck in her throat along with the foul words she wanted to spout at him.

"W-What punishment?" Rama blurted out and she saw his red eyes glint in dark excitement. That glint in his eyes whenever he did something monstrous or had devious thoughts running through his head was indented in her head like a sickly, bitter memory.

"Since she takes your punishment, she won’t be beheaded...yet. I’ll cut off one of her arm rather." Draco replied nonchalantly while keeping his eyes on her face as if discerning her reaction.

"Cut off mine instead. I did the wrong, not her." Rama stated firmly earning a dreary grin cutting through his lips making his demeanour darker.

"Not yours." He said in a clipped tone and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Why not?" She queried with a sharp tone.

"Because you don’t care about yourself, but you care about others which in my description, makes you vulnerable." Draco implied and she shook her head softly in denial of his words.

"You don’t care about others because you’re the embodiment of evil and the contrasting difference between you and I is that I have a heart and you don’t. That is why you’ll never experience what it feels like to be loved and to love, I doubt even your parents gave you that because you were undeserving of it." Rama snapped with eyes burning in rage as she shot him deathly glares.

He made her spine tingle in fear but she wouldn’t crouch and cower in fear without stabbing him with her words, even though she couldn’t stab him with a dagger like she had always visualized in her head.

"The love you speak of, Roshan didn’t seem to reciprocate it back, did he? Even when you had given him your heart. How silly of you Rama falling in love with a werewolf that is bound to their mates, a bond that is unbreakable even by the universe itself." Draco retorted with a rather calm demeanour, but his words stung her deeper than a knife, making her chest tighten in unease and pain.

"He was more deserving of it, whether he reciprocated it back or not, unlike you whose entire existence will always reside in a shallow, dark and lonely place you call home. Even your own parents despised you, it’s no surprise you ended up a monster who’s darkened with hatred because you’ve never felt it, not even from your own parents." Rama said with a snark retort in a hiss beneath her breath.

"Talking about my parents reminds me of when I decapitated them. I can still vividly recall their heads flying from their necks and my hands drenched in their warm blood." Draco uttered as a nerve splitting grin tore through his face, making him look no less than a blood thirsty maniac.

"W-What?!" Rama almost screamed in stupefaction at the reveal that made goosebumps manifest on her skin in dread.