FALL IN LOVE WITH THE ENEMY

In a hall-like room was seen a mighty throne so high and was occupied by a dead-looking young man, handsome though with a terrifying smirk.

Situated around his cabinets, Lord Duncan observed the final meeting regarding the seventh vampire feast of Lutana.

"My lord, the feast has commerce and we are yet to find a wolf for the sacrifice", one vampire spoke with a bow,

"My lord, give us the power to invade the werewolf world and fetch the seventh sacrifice," the second voice also spoke with a bow.

"My lord-"

"Enough!" the supposed lord cuts off the words of the third person.

"We should be discussing more important things now than the sacrifice, "he scoffed without raising his brow.

He has a deep masculine voice which has a way of silencing every other once it arrives.

"But my Lord, what is more important than the sacrifice now?" Asked the first voice though not bold enough.

He shot him a wicked glare, which was replaced by a sarcastic laugh.

"I never knew you could ask that, but I will answer you" The supposed lord raised his face to everyone in his castle

He is the seventh lord that has ruled In Dacin Castle, the world of the vampires. In all the reigns of every other lord in Dacin Castle, he was different, ruling with power, wisdom, and might. No one dares to influence his made-up decision.

Since his reign, the vampires of the Dacin camp have never lacked blood to drink to remain alive. He ensured the blood of his enemies, the werewolves, were used to satisfy the desires of the vampires.

" I am tired of sacrificing mere werewolves. I need the blood of their Alpha, Tyrrell..." Lord Duncan's Murderous eyes flickered around the castle where his vampires said, anticipating the arrival of the next sacrifice for the feast of Lutana, the bronze god of the vampires.

"My Lord, you know how deadly Alpha Tyrrell can be. I don't think we can have him killed" Another vampire protested against Lord Duncan's decision.

" Yes, my Lord. We have been invading the WolfHaven pack for decades with our powerful soldiers. Scott here can testify how the last battle almost claimed our lives. Alpha Tyrrell cannot be killed, my Lord. It can't happen-"

" Quiet everyone!" Lord Duncan yelled in a commanding tone. "I decide who we kill for the feast and who don't kill! And now, I need Alpha Tyrrell's blood!" His eyes turned blood red.

Silence flushed in the air after Lord Duncan dropped a bloodshot on the vampires. They were all waiting for the sacrifice before commencing the feast.

The bronze god, Lutana, stood boldly carved by the side in the middle of the large temple. Its glistening eyes seem full of worries and a thousand questions. It needed blood, too, like the vampires. Why was there not any?

As everywhere became calm, lord Duncan stood up in anger and lifted his hands.

" Scott" he called the leader of the soldiers.

" Yes, my lord" Scott walked out from the mist of the crowd and bowed before Lord Duncan.

Grunting like a fat pig, Lord Duncan replied, " Scott, gather your men and-"

" My lord"  A voice interrupted from the crowd and was suddenly accompanied by a piercing cry of a young lady.

Lord Duncan suddenly lifted his gaze and saw a young werewolf being blindfolded and tied in both hands like a sacrificial lamb.

" What is this? Who is she? " Lord Duncan flared with anger in his voice.

The soldiers halted at the spot and laid the vulnerable young lady down before one of them explained.

He bowed." My lord, we met this young woman trending the deadly path of the camp, and we decided to capture her for the seventh sacrifice for Lutana." The soldier grinned. He felt his master would be pleased with the sacrifice.

However, lord Duncan was disappointed at the level of amateurs he had as a soldier. He doesn't know why it was tough for his soldiers to capture Alpha Tyrrell. He needed Alpha's blood.

Without uttering a word to the annoying soldiers, Lord Duncan strode in frustration back to his throne with Scott escorting him behind.

" Untie the sacrifice and set her legs and hands loose" Lord Duncan managed to show calmness. Though he did not accept the mere omega, she was their last hope for the seventh sacrifice.

Shortly, the young lady's eyes were loose; she began to gaze puzzledly around the corner of the castle in fear.

Lord Duncan cast one gaze at her. She was just a perfect beautiful human without flaws.

After gazing uninterruptedly at the frail Young lady, Lord Duncan asked, " You were carelessly walking about in a dreadful place like this? Do you want to die?" He roared at the young lady and she flinched.