Damien had no idea what to do when he was unable to talk to Isabella throughout that day. The moment they got to the palace, she ignored him as she headed towards the entrance. Damien ran after her but then a maid met her at the door and informed her that the king requested her presence immediately. Damien had no choice but to go up to his room. Later that evening, after having his dinner in his room, he acted on the thought of going to her and he went to her chambers though he knew that it would be frowned upon by the king. He wondered what happened to Victoria as he approached her door and he saw two maids standing at her door. “I want to see the princess,” he said, ignoring the askance look that the maids gave him. It was unheard of that any man would dare to come to the princess's chamber by that time of the day, not even the guards were allowed anywhere around her chamber by that time. They were sure that Damien knew the rule so he knew why they were looking at him like that. He

Damien realised that Isabella was heading to the female rest room and he hung back in the hallway while hoping that no teacher would come along to hassle him for even being anywhere near the female restroom. He thought of the fact that he had not seen any of Isabella’s maids or guards that morning. They had not been in class with her and he couldn’t see any of them in the hallways too. “Did she come to school without her entourage?” he thought in disbelief. He had never seen her go anywhere without them before and he doubted that King Saldus will let her go anywhere without anyone with her. But that seemed to be the case that morning since none of them was around. Damien was tempted to check out the parking lot to see if they were with the driver or if the driver was there as well. She couldn’t possibly come to school without even the driver too, right? Damien wasn't sure of anything at the moment. He could have confidently said earlier that she wouldn’t go anywhere with her entour

Damien was elated and pumped with energy after the game and all the celebration, he couldn’t believe that he had been able to play as well as he did. He was glad that his school won. He was happier about the fact that he was on the team when they did. He had heard that the last two competitions had not been that favourable for Maryland High. they had been runner-ups for two years consecutively. Which was as long as Jax Meyers had left the school. Jax Meyers's team were the last that got any championship cup for the school. Damien was so happy about the fact that he was one of the teams that brought back Maryland High’s once unbeatable record. He was proud of the fact that he made Jax Meyers happy too. The Alumni ran to the field after the winner and runner-ups were announced and gave Damien a tight hug to the cheer of everyone around. That gesture brought more attention to Damien too as many people in the stands wanted to know who the lad was. Damien had no idea that the camera had

Damien was torn by the conflicting emotions he was feeling. Everything was heightened for him. The scents. The sounds. The unmistakable thumping of that rhythm was always so melodious to any vampire. The hypnotic sounds of thumping hearts, pumping the undeniable life liquid through the supple and squishy, biteable human body. The pull was so undeniable and the temptation so strong that Damien could feel his head bursting from it. The hunger was so strong and painful that he almost screamed out in frustration.He had almost caved when a maid entered his room in the morning. The maid must have thought that he had gone to school and she was startled when she found him standing on the other side of the door with a strange look in his eyes. “Goo…good morning, sir,” she said with a startled expression.It took a mental reminder and a strong will for Damien to take his eyes off the visible vein in her neck. The sound of her beating heart was so loud in his ears. Her momentary fear was like

Damien just couldn’t. He couldn’t stay there without doing something he wouldn’t regret later. Her beautiful, swan-like neck and trusting eyes were too much for him. So he ran. He hadn’t gone down the first rung of the staircase though before he realised his mistake. A maid that was coming up the staircase almost had an apoplectic fit as she saw him. Her eyes widened as she stammered and looked down at his body before quickly taking her eyes away again.“Sir”Damien, who was already on his last thread of patience, snapped at her. “What are you looking at, you idiot?”“I am sorry, sir,” the maid said in a rush as she looked into his eyes and blanched. She went on her knees. Her stammer became more prominent as she said “I am so sorry sir but the king. He wouldn’t…your dressing, sir” she said after several tries. She gestured at his body without looking up.Damien tore his gaze away from her outstretched hands, long enough to look down at his body and he swore loud and long. Oh, he had