Warning: OOC, Violence, Blood Drinking

Prologue:

I felt my body shake as I ascended from the black flames. Each individual flare burning every ounce of my body. My mouth begged to be opened, to let out the scream that was itching to be released but was unable to; it seemed I lacked control of my own body. I shook violently as I continued to be raised and the fire slowly diminished. I could hear applause, applause met with cheers and a chorus of excitement. Finally I found myself surrounded, as I stood on a pillar in a crowded room where windows stood ten feet in the air but were covered by heavy burgundy drapes. The room seemed to have been taken straight out of the Italian renaissance, looking as if it were centuries behind the appropriate decor. This seemed to continue all the way down to the golden goblets that stood over the rustic oak table that seemed to fit hundreds.

I finally was able to control my senses and instantly I was met with a sweet smell, the sort of sweet that could only be enjoyed for a brief period of time before it became sickening. If it weren't for the light smell that oddly resembled metal I would have surely thrown up already. The uncanny cocktail of aroma's blend together to create something so exotic it was almost dreadful, yet intoxicating. Finally my eyes were able to flicker from one side of the room to another and I was able to analyse each face in the room. Hundreds of faces seemed entranced into my memory for all of eternity. Each face so extremely different yet something about them was identical.

"Finally," came a low drawl that was precisely two…three... Exactly four paces behind me. Slowly his voice drowned out the low murmurs of the others. "I am glad to introduce you all to my daughter as she now takes her rightful place as the Crown Princess and will one day become the High Queen," he stated as I felt eyes fall upon me, fourteen hundred pairs of eyes to be exact, all bearing into me as my father handed me a rose-gold goblet whose contents seemed to be the root of the sweet metal smell. "Drink My dear," he said and I felt myself nod and raise the goblet to my lips. The taste was nothing I'd drank willingly but something I recognized instantly.

Blood.

As if on cue, my throat was forced open and a sharp pain was felt in my canine teeth. "Everyone," the low drawl continued "Bow to your Princess Samantha Clara Ettore!"

this story was inspired by PsychoticAppleSauce and her story "Cliche: The Seddie Stroy," As she states there are no good vampire seddie stories i will attempt to write one!

Yes i know its short, it's a prolouge! Chapter one is written and is waiting to hear if you guys like it or not.

So five reviwes telling me to keep it or three telling me to trash it?

I hope you enjoyed it!