Klaus's POV
I tapped my feet noisily in the throne room, not having anything to do god the day. Most of the meetings I was to have had been postponed since I wasn't feeling like it.
I had lost Layla thanks to Mara and I wanted her to pay dearly for it. She had ruined my plans to wed her sister, Layla.
A guard entered the throne room as I growled lowly with the old man scurrying deeper into the hall to fall on his knees before me.
"I'm busy," I said even when I wasn't. "Speak and make it quick."
"You have a meeting with…" I zoned off right there. I had postponed everything for the day because I wasn't feeling like it. Who did he think he was to show up and tell me about a meeting I didn't want to show up for.
Taking in deep breaths, I stood to my feet. I would visit her in prison where she was being held. Let me take a look at this woman who had killed her sister. What a disgusting way to live.
"Tell whoever is waiting for me to go home," I said, slowly walking towards the large double doors leading out of the throne room. "I am engaged for the time being."
I heard the man whimper out a response just as I walked out of the room.
While walking towards the prisons, I thought back on maya and the first time we had crossed paths.
She had struck me with a sense of peace and calm which I had not gotten from Layla before.
Even when I was done with meeting her and leaving for my abode, I could not stop thinking about her and how she had made me feel. She had made me feel things on the first day. Things Layla had not made me feel until her death.
I had been all the more shocked to find out she was my soulmate and wondered whether it was possible to have two soulmates at once.
What I felt for Layla was nothing when compared to what I felt for Mara. And I was enraged that she had disrupted my plans of getting married to the former.
Mara was the first woman who had made me feel things I didn't know I could feel. My insides had been turned upside down because of her. Now I was questioning everything I ever knew about what soulmates were to feel and if she was the right one for me even with all the signs there.
All vampires were supposed to have one soulmate and here I was having two even though one was dead.
Speaking of death, I was mad at Mara for killing off her sister. That was a very terrible move on her part. What did her sister do to warrant such horrible treatment?
Weren't they supposed to be siblings and be happy for each other?
Then again we were vampires, and in all my years I had seen deaths far more treacherous than the one between the siblings.
Yet it surprised me that the two would fall victim to such atrocity.
What was she thinking about before killing off her sister?
She had crossed the line by killing off a woman I cared about even when she was my soulmate, or at least that was what my body told me.
When I neared the prison, I started getting ideas. Maybe Mara had killed her sister out of jealousy.
Since her sister had been with me, this would have pissed her off giving her leverage to come after Layla. It all made perfect sense now. This wasn't brain work. It was just a normal and perfect reaction to a problem.
It was only because I rejected her. This was why she had killed off Layla.
The guards saluted me, opening the building gates for me to walk through.
When I got inside, a guard took me to a stone wall which he pushed in and I walked through the hallways set before me alone.
I would follow her scent to her room.
This building had been built to hold different criminals from around the world no matter the powers. There was no escape even for me. Once inside, one had to give up all they knew as they were not getting out of here.
When I reached the room, I stopped to inhale deeply before pushing the door open.
I entered to find her inside a cage made of silver. She was strewn on the ground like she had been involved in a battle and defeated.
Was it the effect of the silver cage or had my guards tortured her horribly?
Walking close to see her tattered clothes, torn to shreds, I could tell she had been beaten through the marks on it.
She had healed up slightly but not completely. My ears could pick up the sounds of torn flesh desperately trying to join each other.
That was when I saw it… her fangs on the floor.
My heart instantly fell apart as I slowly got into a fit of rage. Vampires relied on their fangs. Who would dare do this to her?! Who was the bastard who would do this to her?!
I was mad at Mara for killing her sister but I would never order for her fangs to be pulled out. That was like killing a vampire.
"Guards!" I thundered, putting my hands into a fist as the sounds of running feet inched closer.
A guard entered the room just as I pointed to the cage.
"Who did that?" My teeth gritted against each other. I would tear the hooligan piece by piece if I didn't get my answer within seconds.
"I-it must be one of the g-guards," he stammered out.
"That wasn't a direct answer," my hand met his throat, gripping it tightly and raising him high into the air. His feet dangling helplessly from the ground.
"Who?!" I growled for an answer.