Long gone mother

Tiana's point of view:

I stand facing my reflection in front of the vast mirror located in the middle of my room, while two out of the human servants were helping me to wear the dress brought to me by my father.

It was indeed one of those lovely dresses that I shall be glad to wear, yet I'm feeling nothing special about it.

The dress is totally similar to a red wedding gown that features a dramatic flounced tulle skirt and train with exaggerated lace appliqué on tulle.

The organically placed flowers around the neckline and shoulders are my favorite elements. The heavier ball gown skirts were accompanied by a bridal petticoat to prevent the skirt from falling flat.

I can see the reason why Lia was so about this dress, it was indeed the ideal choice for a princess to wear at a coronation ceremony.

The makeup on my face suits the dress very well, it wasn't either smoky or light. It was actually in between giving my pale skin a sort of few fake tans that made me look more alive as a human than a vampire.

My hair was also fixed in a bridal style that suits both of the makeup and the dress.

As for the accessory, It was decided for me to wear only a collar gold necklace with matching earrings, and I was finally ready for the night.

I sat waiting for my father to escort me to the hall, where the ceremony is held. Of course, I shall be the last to join since I have to catch everybody's attention.

I kept on waiting for less than an hour before a knock on the door interrupted the weird silence that was enjoyed by my own. From the scent, I can't tell it's my father.

I went right away to open the door for my father to get in. The look on his face does tell everything I needed to know.

"You look wonderful my child!" He told me while faking happiness.

"You mean, I look like her?" I conclude from the look on his face.

I was indeed a one copied picture of my mother, which brought sadness to my father whenever he looks at my face. The same black hair, the same pale skin, the same black eyes, and even the same voice based on what of my friends told me.

My mother wasn't a vampire, neither wanted to be. She chooses to live as the human she always was, and I guess that she probably died as a human since she gave birth to me two hundred years ago.

Sometimes, I feel like I want to know about her. Other times, I feel like hating the slight mention of her.

She knew that my father was a vampire; she knew that by keeping me she'll give birth to an immortal creature, and she knew that she was planning to leave me and my father. Yet, she decided to keep me from suffering.

It is hard to even for a normal person to grow up without a mother, so how for a vampire?

As it's known, vampires' feelings are stronger than all creatures' feelings. We fell in love once at life and we never get over or cheat at the person we love, because our feeling is strong and honest. We feel pain more than other creatures do, our anger is stronger than any other creature's anger.

Which explains the pain I'm always holding inside of my heart because of her, also eternal sadness my father's feeling for losing her.

It was because of that sadness that I had to take the throne instead of my father. He's really tired, and he needs a break, the reason why he's going to sleep for probably one or two hundred years, and as his only child, I have to take a hold on the thrown until he wakes up.

The thing is that I'm too weak to reign alone, that's why I need a husband to rely on. Again, my own mother is the reason why I'm so weak. Since she was a human, I was only a half-vampire – a never-enough creature.

Lost in my thoughts, I was until my dad spoke.

"You are nothing like her, and you are not weak at all."

"Stop it, father! How many times shall I tell you not to sneak at my thoughts."

I love my father, but it annoys me how he can't create limits. I don't feel free-thinking while he's around.

"You know I don't mean to annoy you by crossing the limits, neither wants to decrease your freedom. Still, my gift is stronger than what I want." He explains, what caused me to smile.

"You're still doing it!" I told him mockingly.

"I know…!" He answers with a smile on his lovely, handsome face. He then extended his hand to me as a sort of invitation and accepted.

Our next direction was the hall, I walked down along with my father until we reached the hall.

I know I wasn't so excited for this night, yet there was a sort of weird feeling that kept on hunting me all the way to the hall. Again, my father seemed to notice my anxiety.

"Everything is going to be alright, little princesses. Tonight, you'll be no longer a little princess, you're going to be a queen that everyone we'll look for and envy." Exclaimed my father while trying to make me feel better.

"I wish…" That was all I said to him.

The moment we reached the hall, the uncomfortable feeling I was feeling switched to be a sort of a déjà vu feeling.

The hall was full of beautiful and handsome people, laughter and talks were all around. Same as that day, five years ago when I met him for the first time ever.

He brought nothing with him more than chaos, blood, and pain. His memory shall be painful as he took the lives of many out of my people. Still, that isn't the case, I'm dying to see his face for another time.