The Vampire King’s Bride A Vampire Cinderella bonus Series

England – 1914

“Lucifer, come on, we have to go!” Sam exclaimed as he ran up behind me, inhaling sharply as he looked around at the bodies littered around the hilltop, letting out a sigh as he came to stand behind me, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Lucifer, we need to go, now.”

“I need to do nothing, Alastair,” I growled in response, slapping his hand away as I tossed my finished meal on the ground, my lip twitching in disgust as the woman’s body tumbled down the hill to join the mass grave at the foot of the hill I stood atop.

“There is a mob of humans quickly approaching, Lucifer. We cannot be here when they arrive.” Sam responded as he took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest, his light blue eyes widened slightly in what looked suspiciously like disgust.

“What is that look in your eyes, Alastair? Is that disgust? Are you disgusted with me?” I asked him with a laugh that I couldn’t hold back, as it was all too funny to me to see that look in his eyes, after knowing this man for this long, disgust is the one thing he had no right to have when looking at me.

“Four dozen humans, Lucifer. You’ve slaughtered four dozen humans, and for what? Now we must leave this town and set down roots somewhere new!” Sam responded with a sigh, running his tongue along his front teeth as he considered for a long few moments what he wanted to say. “I liked it here, Lucifer, and now we must leave, once again, because you got pissed off and slaughtered the entire town.”

“Perhaps if they enjoyed living, they wouldn’t have pissed me off,” I said with a disinterested shrug as I walked alongside Sam, sitting in the back of the carriage as the driver tossed me a towel to wipe the blood off of my face. “That’s all these disgusting blood-bags are good for, is pissing me off, then acting surprised when I kill them. It’s their own fault, really.”

“Is that so? What did they do to piss you off? What could they possibly have done that warranted you slaughtering nearly fifty people?” Sam said in a voice just below a shout, turning sideways in his seat so he could glare at me, the malice in his words not going undetected, but ultimately having no major influence, as I honestly didn’t care.

“The worthless harlots couldn’t accept no as an answer,” I said, biting my tongue to stop myself from laughing as Sam’s face turned from one of anger to one of wild bewilderment and fury.

“You-You're telling me that you killed all of those people because the women wouldn’t stop throwing themselves at you? My god, Lucifer, that is by far the worst excuse you’ve ever given me! I miss the days when you had the decency to at least put thought into your outrageous lies.”

“Perhaps, but it doesn’t much matter now, does it?” I said, looking out of the carriage as the horses galloped forward, listening to the sounds of their hooves as they propelled us forward, letting my thoughts run rampant for a long few moments before turning my attention back to Sam, watching as he fumed and grumbled his musings just low enough for me not to be able to recognize what he was saying. “Are you truly this upset, Alastair? We’ve only been here for a few months.”

“Yes, Lucifer! I’m pissed the hell off, and if you truly don’t care how, I feel about it, maybe it’s time we go our separate ways.” Sam said with a growl, gasping out in pain as he jumped out of the carriage before it could come to a full stop, stomping his way up the path to the mansion we shared, muttering unintelligibly as he began throwing his belongings in a suitcase.

“Alastair, speak to me. Why are you this upset?” I asked him, stepping to the side as he shoved past me to grab his jackets out of the hallway closet, following him back into his bedroom as he continued to toss his clothes over his shoulder towards the bed. ‘I’ve never seen him so upset, or rather, I’ve never seen him so upset with me. We’ve been inseparable for decades, but it seems as though I’ve truly pushed him to his limits.’ I thought as I watched him curiously.

“Do you care, Lucifer? Do you genuinely care, or is this a ruse of yours?”