Chapter 11: .•6.1•.

"Well isn't she a beauty? That perky ass, those round tits...Mmm...such a sweet little sight..."

Nicholas suddenly froze at the sound of that dark and gravely voice, his brown eyes still attached to the unsuspecting human in the garden, even though he could definitely feel that menacing presence so close to him. Those tell-tale signs. The subtle change in temperature. That pungent and sickly-sweet smell of a rotting corpse. It made his usually-still stomach churn. Upheave its non-existent contents.

The demon? Why was he here? It had been so long since his last visit. More than a decade, to be more precise. He had offered his sacrifice in blood already. What did he want now?

"I've already paid this little bitch a visit, in her dreams," The hideous creature with the vauge shape of a male commented as it also moved closer to the window to take a look at the girl, his tall frame overreaching Nicholas' 6'5" with his long pair of horns that curved upwards. He looked like a sacrilegious product between man and devil, with a mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth and those slitted yellowish eyes, his facial features looking more devilish than man. The rest of him was equally appalling. A muscled and male body but with black charred skin, his fingers though extending into long and sharp claws.

"You should know that I used your appearance. And she happened to like it so much," the demon barked out a sharp and grating laugh.

Nicholas remained silent, simply watching him now.

"Fun fact, she's a virgin...Oh my Dark Lord, how I love virgins...They're so pure and delicious, ooh and those sweet little cries," The demon darkly chuckled, right before he started to mimic the moans and desperate cries of a girl right next to Nicholas' ear, the brooding vampire secretly finding himself so horrified by the sounds as they sounded so...disgustingly authentic. Fucking hell. Five minutes in his presence and he was already growing weary.

"What the hell do you want?" He harshly spat out as he could not stand to hear a sound more coming out of that wretched mouth of his, barely holding himself together as he so wanted to bash the demon's face in with his fist.

"I feel it, Nicholas," The demon suddenly said, floating through the room like a ghost as he moved to sit into a comfy chair. The vampire intently followed him with his gaze.

Feel? Feel what?

"I'm feeling our tether straining and I'm not happy," The demon continued as he nonchalantly plucked a grape sitting on a tray close to him and popped it into his mouth, all the while Nicholas stared at him, barely managing to hide his bewilderment.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He angrily spat, throwing him a disdainful glower. Was this another sick game of his?

"Oh don't give me that ignorant crap you asshole! You did something and you know it!" The demon roared, suddenly floating to stand right in front of the vampire.

Nicholas' brows knitted. Seriously, what the fuck was he on about?

"You've felt a little something-something tingling in your pants didn't you?" The malicious creature asked with a wicked grin as he pointed a sharp claw to the zipper of his dress pants.

What the fuck did that have to do with anything? He could fuck or feel lust for whomever he pleased to. Not that it was any of his business. He'd been respecting his part of the deal, why the hell did it matter if he fucked a human or not in the meantime?

"You want yourself a little piece of that, don't you?" The demon continued to goad him, the thoroughly vexed vampire already about to tell him to shove it and leave him the fuck alone when a subtle whiff of a certain emotion suddenly reached his sensitive nostrils.

Fear. Nervousness. He'd slipped. The almighty demon before him had somehow failed to mask his emotions entirely during this angry little...whatever this had been so far.

Wait. Why would he feel fear? Or even anything at all? It didn't make any sense. None of it did. Was he...afraid of him? No, that couldn't be it. He'd been feeding off of him regularly. He surely must've known how drained that usually left him.

Why did he say that he could feel their tether straining though? How? Was that even possible?

"Do you want me to hurt her, Nicholas? Do you want me to go downstairs to our Lord and start torturing your precious little Addy? Because trust me, I will! So you better stop it! I don't know what's going on, what you're secretly doing behind my back but you better stop it! Now! You will not manage to escape me, Nicholas! Never!"

The male continued to look at the now empty spot as the bastard had quickly vanished into thin air right after that little scene, bewildered by those sickening threats the demon had just spewed in his face. He threatened to torture Adelaide. His only love. His life partner. The one he himself had taken away from him. And he couldn't even understand why. How did it happen? What did he do? And how did he manage to actually strain the tether? Could it be?

Could it be her? He found himself asking upon taking another look through the window, watching the girl leave his gardens with a nice bouquet of red roses. He almost laughed at that dumb thought. That was impossible. She was just a human. Another bloodbag who happened to rouse more than just his bloodlust.

He still couldn't comprehend why the demon had reacted like that though. Why he appeared to be so...vexed by his mild attraction to her. He'd never done that before. And there had been a few lucky damsels that have warmed his bed on their way to an early grave.

Why now? Why her?