WITHERED ROSE

My name is Annalisa;

I am a 18 year old with long, black hair that ends at the middle of my back, and green eyes. I'm pretty, I guess. And Oh yeah, my father is The Dark Prince; The Undertaker.

Pt. 1

"Annalisa!" My father called my name.

I was still asleep in my room dreaming of… What am I kidding, I don't dream. Anyway I automatically sat up and stretched. "Annalisa!" My name was called again. This time a slid out of my bed and walked to the stairs.

"I'm up!" I yelled to my father. He was standing at the bottom of the stair case staring at me with those piercing green eyes.

"Come daughter, we must talk." He was serious as he spoke. He walked toward the den. I slowly walked down the stairs thinking of what he wanted to talk about.

I made my way to the den. My father was pacing the room. "Have a seat child." I obeyed, and kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to say anything to upset him.

"Something's wrong." I stated. He nodded. "Tell me." I said. I could feel my fathers anger filling the room. To be honest it scared me a bit.

"We had…" He stopped searching for the right words, "Intruders last night while you slept."

"What?" I had no idea. I shivered a bit. Was I in trouble for not coming to aid my father and the ministry?

"They didn't get away." My father still paced the room making me uneasy. "They are trapped in the dungeon."

Yeah we have a dungeon!

"Who?" I asked not exactly knowing what to say.

"Come, see for yourself." He held his hand out for me like a father for his baby girl. I took it and followed him to the dungeon.

When we arrived, I could hear screams and people banging on the walls. I stepped back a little. I wasn't scared, I was interested. I wasn't sure how to express it. My father put his hand on my lower back and pushed my forward coxing me to open the door. I slowly pushed the door open to see Edge and Christian in shackles trying to get free.

"Let us go!" Christian shouted.

"You're going to be sorry!" Edge screamed as he pulled at his shackles. I scoffed.

"Interrogate them." My father said softly to me. I turned my head slightly and listened to his words. "Find out why they came." He walked toward a nearby wall and leant against it. I walked forward towards Edge and swiftly grabbed his neck with me hand squeezing slightly.

"Tell me, what did you come for?"

"Why would I tell you?" Edge started gasping for air. Interrogation is fun. My grip on his neck tightened a bit.

"Tell me or you're dead." I threatened. My father chuckled behind me.

"Wait daughter." I let go of Edges throat and turned to my father.

Suddenly a gust of wind filled the room! I couldn't see. All I could hear was someone laughing evilly. My hair began to blow wildly around blinding me momentarily.

The wind finally cleared and me hair fell back in place. I looked around and gasped when I noticed someone else in the room with us. My father laughed darkly.

Gangrel stood in front of me look intently at Edge and Christian.

"Hey boys." He said. He smiled and revealed his glistening fangs. I backed up until I reached my dad. He took hold of my arm and pulled me into a hug. He put his hand over my eyes.

"Keep your eyes shut Annalisa." My father whispered to me. For the first time in a long time, I was scared. Gangrel was back in our house. I began to rattle my brain to figure out why I was to close my eyes. Then I heard them. Edge and Christian screamed in pain. It was an awful ear piercing sound. I shuddered against my father.

"Daddy," I whispered. I spun around in the hug and buried my face in his chest. My father began to stroke my hair. The screams increased, then slowly faded away until there was nothing, but silence.

"Come Annalisa." My father took my hand again and led me away. I wanted to turn around, to see what happened, but my father pulled me way too quickly.

"Dad, what happened?" I asked as soon as I knew we were outside of the dungeon.

"Don't worry about it today, I shall reveal it to you tomorrow. Tomorrow once things have calmed down."