1 Vampire Bride
Vampire's Bride
Prologue:
As I slowly tiptoed towards the door of this mansion, I froze in my spot as I heard a low chuckle from behind me. Soon his icy cold arms found their way around my hips and at that moment, I think I stopped breathing entirely when I felt his ice cold breathe on the back of my neck. "And just where do you think you're going little one?"
I almost cried as the thought of my freedom slipped right through my grasp yet again. "Nowhere" I responded timidly as I didn't want to make him angry. "Are you sure?" he asked with a smirk on his handsome face while squeezing the life out of my hips. "Yes!" I cried out in pain. "I thought so," he said laughing. Then, before I could even register what was happening, he whisked me off my feet and teleported back to our bedroom door. "Come to bed little bambina" he whispered in my ear. What could I do at that point? Certainly not defy him again. So I slowly made my way inside fear evident on my face as my gaze fell upon him, the man that ruined me, the man who became the bane of my existence, the man that became my own personal hell.
Chapter 1
My alarm clock blares into the early mornings at 5:30 today. I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock as hard as I could, possibly even breaking it in the process, to turn it off. I let out a groan of pain as I rolled out of my bed and landed on the hardwood floor, because it's not everyday you wake up that you feel a missing piece of your soul gone.
"Soul" I whispered to myself and let out a hollow chuckle, "Is it fair to say that I even have one anymore?" I whispered again to myself. It is highly unlikely that I do because with all the pains, sorrows, and heartache that I have felt in the years prior, one would only assume that all the happiness inside me died a long time ago.
One prime example would be waking up one night to the telephone ringing and once answered, told of my parents "car accident" and urged to rush to the hospital they were admitted in.
Now the reason I put quotation marks on car accidents is because anyone with functioning brain cells would be able to tell that it was more of a planned homicide. But hey, what do I know? I'm just a depressed, orphaned, nineteen year old girl who's become practically numb to pain.
With another heavy sigh, I lifted myself up from the floor and made my way towards my bathroom. As I walked in, I caught a glimpse of myself through the bathroom mirror but quickly I looked away before my tears started falling.
I didn't want to look at the pathetic little disappointment that I've become, I didn't want to gaze upon how horrible I looked, but most importantly, I didn't want to gaze upon my brown eyes because it served as a cruel reminder of the only resemblance I had of my deceased parents. Life really is cruel I thought and with a huff, I turned away and began my morning hygiene.
I couldn't help but think back to that dreadful day when I got that phone call late at night while I was asleep. It was around 2:00 in the morning when the telephone rang and me, being in my tired stupor, didn't think much of it as I picked up the phone.
My voice was still coated with the tiredness and sleepiness having just been woken up so it was understanding when I responded with a hoarse "Hello" albeit no matter how much exhaustion I had felt in the moment, all the of it was knocked out of me when I heard the chilling voice begin to talk.
