The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 62: The Charming Vampire Lures Me

Chapter 62: The Charming Vampire Lures Me

Rama’s eyes squinted as she looked at him skeptically. His words had an underlying meaning to it or rather he was conveying a literal meaning.

She opened her mouth to say something, but he beat her to it.

"I have to go now. I’ll see you some other time." Damien said with a half grin tearing through his lips.

"What do you mean by prey can become predators?" Rama shot at him, ignoring the fact that he was about to leave, but she wouldn’t let him leave her hanging in suspense.

The grin on his lips fell to be replaced with a puckish smirk, his red eyes smoldering as he gazed down at her with a rather mischievous glint in his eyes. He buried his hands into his trouser pockets and smacked his tongue before speaking.

"If you’re curious, meet me at the castle’s tower by midnight." His voice was low, almost like a low growl reverberating from beneath his throat, making him look no less than malevolence in its physical form.

He was charming and could almost be deemed harmless, but he could easily switch from his gentle and charming personality to a feral beast.

Rama’s brows creased as she shot him a skeptical look with one raised brow.

"I can’t leave Draco’s side, your brother made sure of that." Rama pointed out and she didn’t realize he was leaning forward until he stood back straight, intimidating her with his height. She gulped softly.

"You don’t have to worry about my brother, he won’t be back until tomorrow." Damien remarked nonchalantly.

"And you don’t have to worry about Draco, he can heal but he doesn’t want to." Damien added in as he glanced at Draco for a split second before averting his gaze back to her.

"What do you mean by he can heal?" She queried with creased brows.

"It’s complicated, but if you want to know so much, I’ll be waiting at the tower."

She wondered if it was just her imagination or if his voice had altered from cheery to dangerously husky. What was it with all these vampires and the mystery surrounding them?

"But...."

"If you don’t want to, it’s fine." Damien paused for a split second as he locked his gaze with hers, before he continued, "But I’ll be waiting." His voice was now lighter, no sign of danger even though it was concealed beneath a very thick mask and she soon realized there was more than what the eyes met.

Before she could stem a reply, she felt a gust of wind skim past her making her gown flail, followed by the soft thud of the door as it closed shut and Damien disappeared from her sight within the blink of an eye.

She let out a deep sigh. It felt intense.

Damien didn’t seem dangerous, but she knew better. He was six feet of danger wrapped up in the mask of a gentleman. Although, she knew he wasn’t putting on a facade, it seemed like his natural personality, possessing the etiquette of a gentleman and the unseen danger of a tamed beast laying beneath it.

She pondered on whether to go or not. He said to meet in the castle’s tower, which was undoubtedly a long way up, and at midnight. Why midnight? And why the castle’s tower?

Why didn’t he just say whatever he wanted to say unless...Maybe, he wanted to push her off the tower?

She shook her head vigorously at the ridiculous thought. There was no liable reason for him to push her off the cliff and if he wanted to kill her, he’d easily drain her dry.

As impossible as it sounded to her, her brain could provoke the most unreasonable and ludicrous things in her head unlikely to transpire.

There was no other explanation than the charming vampire luring her out, but for an unknown reason excluding the fact that she was a walking blood bag for the night creatures and pleasure, but it didn’t seem like his motive.

She would refuse, but she got caught in his web as he left her in dying suspense, her curiosity couldn’t hold it in even though it seemed risky, but her instincts narrowly told her he won’t hurt her, but that what if ringing in her head made her a bit reluctant.

Still, that stubborn side of her, chose to ignore the warning bells chiming in her head.

It seemed as if the devil wasn’t the only one with a dark mysterious secret after all and she was sure whatever Damien wanted to tell her, would lead to a useful hint of what they truly were.

She finally concluded that Damien, Zamiel, and Draco were dissimilar from the rest of the night creatures, they were the only dark red eyed vampires and if they were more, she would have come across them already in the castle.

But Draco differed from them all which made her curiosity about him more piqued about the enigmatic mystery surrounding his unknown nature.

She wondered for a split second if they were connected to the devil in any way, but she found it too hard to believe. The devil was another species of the paranormal, he lived in a different world. In hell, the underworld.

It didn’t quite make any sense to her, if his abode was the underworld then why were his accomplices here? She shook her head vigorously in doubt.

Her brain was being messed up with ludicrous thoughts, so she resorted to going to the tower and gaining more knowledge about them, Damien might be willing to talk, unless they had to keep it a secret.

All she could bet on was that he was luring her with suspense and mystery, and she took the bait.

If she wanted her vengeance, she needed to familiarize herself with his weakness and the only way was to learn of her enemy’s secrets, no matter how powerful a being was, it always had a weakness, Immortal or not.

She sighed in exasperation as she moved with sluggish footsteps toward the couch, dragging her feet lazily across the floor. Her body needed rest, and the fact that she wasn’t being fed properly and no one even cared, made her energy even more depleted.

If she was lucky, she’d get fed twice a day, she hadn’t even eaten for the day, but she couldn’t whine and complain, so she’d sleep it off.

Being Draco’s personal maid had its cons, at least she wouldn’t be stressing her body while she was starving, instead, she’d be sleeping. Although, she felt bad for Malika, but the girl was already used to it, so she didn’t worry much.

She approached the couch and just as she was about to lay on it, Draco’s baritone voice whisked into her ears as it floated with the wind.

She jerked up straight, startled to the core by his jolting voice, heart pounding hard against her ribcage. She had forgotten just how daunting and deep his voice could be, it was deeper than the ocean and it could transmit bolt into a person’s spine. Particularly, her spine.

"Feisty princess." He called with a husky voice, as he sat up on the bed, a sheepish grin wearing over his lips as he peered his red eyes at her from beneath his lashes. Whenever he looked at her like that, she felt her skin crawl unnervingly.

The poison was undoubtedly potent, but it didn’t waver his domineering and intimidating aura in even the slightest.

She gulped slowly as she moved her feet sluggishly, sliding it across the floor, as she approached him on the bed.

She wanted to groan in frustration that she couldn’t sleep but she swallowed it back.

His eyes peered at her lazily, but it was even more intimidating so she glanced away, but still she felt his intense gaze boring into her soul for a lengthened moment which made her squirm in unease.

"How long have I been asleep?"

His voice abruptly broke the unnerving silence.

"Less than an hour.....my lord." She almost forgot to add the title, but she quickly placed it in.

He scoffed darkly, obviously at her reply. It seemed humorous whenever she added a title when referring to him, knowing how much she despised him, it always came out forced.

He abruptly clambered down from the bed as he sprouted up on his feet, towering above her, his eyes fixated on the figure before him.

"You and Damien have a pretty smooth relationship. It flows naturally." Draco murmured, but it was loud enough for her to hear.

Her head tilted upward as she looked at him with widened eyes, what was he trying to imply?

"There’s no relationship between me and lord Damien." Rama hastily said with pure disgust etched on her face. She figured he must have heard their conversation in his sleep, but he didn’t say anything about their meeting.

He merely hummed in a bored tone.

She observed him with keen interest, in case he would collapse on her again, but there was no swaying movement from him.

Silence hung in the air. His gaze fixated on her unfalteringly.

Even though his hair concealed most of his face from sight, which he didn’t bother to tuck back, she could still see his glowing red eyes piercing into hers from between the black silky strands that fell over his face.

She wondered if he was too lazy or too weak to tuck them back, they were falling over his shoulders and concealing more than half of his face, but she mostly wondered why he was staring at her like that, as usual.

She wondered if it was just a habit and if he loved intimidating people with his stare or if he just liked to bore into her empty soul with his gaze as if he was searching for something.

He leaned forward before saying, "Did you try to dagger my heart in my sleep, feisty princess?" He queried as he drawled in a neutral tone, a sarcastic smirk cutting through his red lips.

Rama gulped.