Mated to the Vampire Lord novel Chapter 3

As the vampiress returned from her hunt, she didn't see her mate or the prey.

She looked around in an attempt to catch traces of footprints but saw nothing. Her heart darkened as she began to perceive danger in the air.-

She could see past events so she saw when her mate was burning into ashes.

"No!" Her eyes turned red as she screamed. She found his ashes, heaped somewhere close to a tree and she leaped over. She stood before the ashes for a while before she dropped herself to the ground, taking a handful of ash she began to sob. Her eyes deepened into redness until her fangs elongated, longer than before. She continued crying till dusk fell. Her clothes became dampened with blood and sweat. It was too hard to believe that her mate was gone.

After some minutes in the darkness, she collected some ash with her shirt and leaped away. She could see clearly in the dark, leaping from tree to tree without stopping to catch a breath. She had to go before her enemy could see her. She got to a building and halted, narrowing her eyes before leaping on top of the roof again. There was a small cottage on the roof so she went into it.

Another door was opened to the main building which led to a washroom. Outside the building was nothing compared to its interior. It was dark all through. The washroom was at a corner in the dimmed lit corridor which channeled numerous rooms and passageways. She pushed a door that led to a not-so-big dark corridor, welcoming her were five men emanating a powerful aura. She glared her eyes without a single flinch and they let her go in. Vampires had many things in common so they easily identified their kinds. it could be through their heartbeats, eyes, fangs, and other numerous ways.

She was going to meet the vampire's leaders. Her heart accelerated with rage and her eyes hadn't turned normal yet. She pushed the door open without bothering to knock. The center of the room was arranged with a long dining table; having five chairs in each wing and a single chair at the top, definitely for the grand elders of the Volturi coven.

She bowed her head apologetically for walking into the meeting attended only by the grand elders. They were all wearing black garments that reached their ankles. Five male vampires were seated on the left wing of the table while four male vampires and one female vampire were seated on the other wing.

They were even surprised to see her in such a state, looking haggard and frustrated.

"Bring her here." Mosco ordered. His seat was the first to be seen from where their head seat was.

The drudge vampire leaped towards her and brought her to him. The drudge vampires were special servants made and specifically owned by the grand elders of Volturi. These are the strongest vampires of the coven.

The vampire left to bury her mate with a few of her kind after narrating everything in detail.

A deafening silence filled the room and the scent of fresh blood filled the room as two drudges walked in with a tray containing glasses of blood.

Some minutes later a young man walked into the room, just as if he appeared through the sweetly designed curtains. He was like a demi-god that rose out of the waters. His hair was black, swaying flawlessly against his shoulder which was covered by a black garment to his ankle. One would imagine how such a young man could be ruling the entire Malklaiv coven. He must be really powerful.

As he drew nearer to the table, everyone stood and bowed their heads simultaneously.

One Drudge vampire hurriedly shifted his chair out for him. He sat quietly without uttering any word. This was the third meeting they have gathered for since his father passed the leadership unto him.

"How did the voyage to the eastern Hobson go?" He began with a serious face.

"My Lord, their territories are well secured," Stefan answered. He shot his eyes at him as the latter sipped his juice-rather blood.

"I see," he smirked and threw a glance at the vampiress, Layla. The only female among them with incredible powers. "I need you to bring Luciana's daughter to me," he added and saw her purse on her lips.

"My Lord, how will that be ever possible? Luciana will never let her daughter leave her side." she protested.

"Use your powers," he said and stood to go.

"One of us was killed." Mosco's words made him stop in his track. he turned to face them again,

"Are you sure he was killed by a werewolf?"

"Yes my Lord." half of them answered simultaneously. He nodded his head and balled his hand into a fist.

"I will come back to you soon," he said and leaped into the air.