The first to erge from the doorway was Samuel. Everyone's eyes were trained intensely at that spot, all excited and at the sa ti apprehensive of what might co through it. As Samuel lifted his head upon exiting, he saw everyone looking at him in alarm as his eyes were red and he looked as if he had just barely escaped with his life from sothing – and that sothing was one which is dangerous. What the hell! Did the princess fail and now the prince was after Samuel?
"What's wrong?" The n asked but Samuel could not even bring himself to speak as of yet. It could be seen that he was trying his hardest to control himself, his hunger.
"The princess… what happened to –" Zolan froze and could not finish his statent as right at that mont, everyone began to sll an indescribably mouth-watering sweet scent that wafter over to them. That scent alone caused every single one present there to freeze and lose all rational thought or questions they had running through their minds.
It was as if they were suddenly put under a powerful spell, and the n's eyes beca red – barring none. This scent… this scent was sothing none of them ever slled before in their lifeti. This was a scent of a blood one would willingly die for just to have a single taste. Where – no, who – was the source of this heavenly blood?
As the n's mind began to be taken over by that spellbinding scent, it suddenly beca even stronger and their instincts took over them. They had never – in their long lives – experienced sothing like this before. Most of them had experienced being taken over by their hunger before, but this was an entirely different experience. Most importantly was because they were not hungry at all. They were sated and were not supposed to be tempted to this point no matter how fragrant the scent of the blood was. But this particular scent was just impossible! Never have they ever thought that sothing such as this existed in this world.
When Gavriel finally erged from the secret door, what welcod him were his n. However, these loyal n of his all had their eyes fixed on Evie – who was being carried carefully and passed out in his arms – crouching and fully prepared to launch themselves at her as how wolves would behave towards their prey.
Gavriel's eyes widened. His mind and body was still overwheld with worry and he was fully sated that he had not considered what would be the effect to his n once they caught the scent of Evie's blood.
His hand imdiately flew to Evie's neck, covering her wound with his palm even though it was not bleeding anymore.
He bared his fangs in warning and his dark aura leaked out of his body in waves. This was all he could do at the mont. He needed to wake his n up from this wildness induced by the re scent of his wife's blood! Then he also needed to do sothing to treat his wife. Her life might still be in danger from too much loss of blood even though she was still breathing now!
"n!!!" his voice thundered inside the room.
Like a zap of lightning that pierced through their fog laden minds, Zolan and Samuel were the first to snap out of their stupor. Thanks to not only the extrely nacing voice but the deadly aura that followed which seed strong enough to suffocate them all to death. Their survival instincts sohow overpowered the hunger they felt driving them.
"Y-your Highness!" Zolan spoke, lifting his arm to cover his nose at the realization that the scent was wafting over from the Princess. She was the source?! Just how and why does this princess, of all humans, have such kind of blood?!
But that was not what surprised Zolan the most. Just how did His Highness managed to stop himself from draining her dry when he had already a taste of such a magnificent sample of blood? Zolan clenched his fists, his sharp nails piercing into his palms and drew blood to clear his mind, as he realized he was salivating.
His gaze fell to Gavriel and he was thankful that the prince looked so terrifying right now. He was in fact the only reason why the others who were unable to snap out from the spell-like effect of the princess' blood were still rooted at their spot. Their instincts could clearly sense the imnse danger which was warning them that they would surely die if they dared move a single step closer to that blood source.
"I need soone to treat my wife. I believe she has lost too much blood." Gavriel said, panic was obvious in his voice.
"I think we should do sothing about the Princess' scent first, Your Highness. Her scent is too strong, it's driving us mad." Zolan said apologetically while retreating a couple of steps. Samuel had already pulled the others out of the library.
Just as Zolan said those, Gavriel's eyes lit up into a flaming blue as he sensed more vampires approaching the library.
"Damn. This is bad. Please go back inside the secret door! Her scent will attract the vampires here! They'll lose their mind if... now, please! I will do sothing about this, just wait inside!"
Zolan quickly went to the shelf and Gavriel could only turn around and return inside. The door closed and the maddening scent was gone. Though the remnant of her scent was still lingering in the air, it was not that hard on the rest of them anymore.
"Heavens… just what the hell was that?!" Zolan felt his knees weakened and he grabbed on the shelves to prevent himself from collapsing embarrassingly in front of the others. He could not believe that it was not just the prince they needed to hide but now, also the princess?! Why the hell must the princess possess such a dangerous characteristic as well?
"These two will be the death of ." He muttered and he sighed and rolled his eyes, stepping out of the library.
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