The Crown's Obsession

443 Chaotic corridors- Part 1

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For the first few seconds, Lucy didn't know what happened to her because it felt too fast. Even though she was a vampire, she could feel the pain in her stomach, and she placed both her hands on the wound and felt something wet. When she looked down at her hands, slightly dazed, she saw blood on her hands.

She looked shocked at Samuel, who had taken two steps backwards to admire her. "Did you think I would let you off the hook without giving something in return, my wife?" asked Samuel to her.

Lucy could feel the pain starting to spread as Samuel had dipped his fingers deep into her stomach before pulling it away.

"You are supposed to be my wife. Someone who will stand by me forever, but what did you do instead? It is your fault, you know that I even started doing the maids and the other women," said Samuel, blaming her as he saw her gasp for air. "Not one day into the marriage and I caught you and Theodore looking at each other, while ignoring my existence. Not once but every single time."

"That's not true," whispered Lucy as she felt more blood pour out from her wound and she tried not to move her hand to stop the bleeding. "I put all my effort when it came to our marriage." action

"Can you honestly tell me that your heart doesn't beat for that low-life? The way you came running that day to make it look like it was my fault. Humiliating me in front of everyone. Did you think I would not come back to do the same to you?" questioned Samuel, "Don't worry, you won't die soon as you aren't a human but a vampire."

Lucy couldn't believe this was happening to her. Her eyes went to look at the end of the corridor, hoping for someone to show up, but it seemed like everyone was caught with other things, and she had only herself to fend for.

"I did everything a wife could do, and you are blaming your lust to be my fault, causing infidelity in our marriage," Lucy gritted her teeth. Samuel wasn't used to hearing Lucy speak back to him like this, and he stared at her. Stepping closer to her again, he said,

"Keep talking, Lu," and this time he pushed his fingers above her stomach and below her heart. Lucy started to cough blood because of this. "I have treated you so well. Have I ever hit you? Abused you?"

Lucy felt tears slip from the corner of her eyes. She had been brought up in a protected environment where no one had ever hurt her. The only people who would have raised their voices until now was her mother and her grandmother, on rare occasions, her father. Because of how Lucy was, no one ever hurt her.

Taking a deep shuddering breath, Lucy asked, "Is that why you are doing this to me now? To settle the things between us?"

Samuel pulled his hand out of her body, and Lucy felt every intrusion leaving her body. Unable to stand on her feet anymore, her legs gave out, and she fell on the ground, on her knees continuing to cough out more blood.

"What has he ever done to you?" asked Lucy, her gaze moved from the floor to look at Samuel, who stood in front of her.

"It isn't just him, but also the King. We all come from the same place. I just happened to realize we are all the same, yet they behave so haughty. From the low point of life, the dirty alleys of the villages and towns that are dark," said Samuel to her before crouching down to level himself with her. He brought his bloody hand forward to touch her face, and Lucy didn't know if he was going to snap her head. "I was adopted, Lu."

"You were adopted, I heard that," came the words from Lucy's mouth with difficulty.

"I was in my lowest state—no food, no shelter, nothing, no love either. Do you know how I ended up with Greville's family?" asked Samuel with a smile that made him look like a mad man, who didn't care about anything. "The Greville's had a son, just like me, who one day entered the market. You know how cocky children are when they are fed with love and wealth. He thought it was going to be just like another day, but I killed him. Replacing him and taking up his identity as Greville's family couldn't bear the loss. The boy's name was Samuel. My real name is Tony. Can you call me by my name, dear wife?"

He got closer to her, holding her jaw in his hand to turn her cheeks smeared with her blood. When his face was in front of her, Lucy stared at the man like she was seeing a stranger. She spat blood on his face before pushing him away from her with all her strength, but her strength was decreasing because of the amount of blood that she lost.

Samuel was not pleased with this action. He used his other clean hand to wipe the blood from his face, but it in turn only smeared the blood across his face, and he glared at her.

"You show me so much fire, Lu," stated Samuel, and he laughed, "I could see that fire every time Theodore was around you. But then this is not just about him, but also that dear brother of yours who has always looked down upon me. Keeping an eye on me only to restrict my movements."

Lucy tried to get away from him, pushing herself with her hands while dragging her body.

"Brother Calhoun must have known what you were up to. Smoke doesn't arise without the fire," said Lucy, keeping a distance between them which was quickly closed by Samuel. He hovered above her before stopping her from going further.

"Aren't you so proud?" he asked her, his hand reaching for her neck, and Lucy closed her eyes.

She felt Samuel's hand slide down to her chest, and his fingers readying itself to push in so that it could touch her heart. "Just thinking about what might happen once you are dead, I can barely wait to watch it. You have been a good girl, Lu, and my issues are mostly with the others, but you know how the world we live in works, don't you?"

"I hope you rot in hell," spat Lucy and Samuel chuckled.

"I thought you were going to say you love me, but that is alright. I will miss you," said Samuel, the smile dying on his face, but Lucy couldn't continue to focus her eyes on him. It felt like her sight was blurring, and her life was slowly escaping from her body. She felt the pressure of his fingers building against her chest.