Prologue Pt. |
The scariest things— entities or ideas— tends to be the ones to question of existence by some; the fools. Nevertheless, these dark, scary things are always told to young children— as bedtimes— to instill fear. Fears that will visit them in their innocent dreams. Others use these dark entities or thoughts to gain the beliefs of others in religion. The scary things born from the hand of the devil himself. Which may be very true. They lurk in the dark corners of the woods, waiting to snatch someone and subject them to the devil. Only the very few brave tell the stories of having these dark things (though tend to be fabrications by most to gain popularity). The demons. The werewolves. The vampires. Demons can be in the form a person usually— like a neighbor. Humans are very confident in casting them away- which often do succeed without casualties. Werewolves are rarely seen and could only be encounter in selected countries. Here— fortunately no. Russia— unfortunately, yes. That country is a very favored location of those terrifying beasts. Not many live to tell the encounters of a werewolf. And those who do live are never in good health. Disfigured or haunted mentally terrible by the memories. Vampires… no. No one lives to share. How they gather information about these bloodthirsty beings remains a mystery. They could be— anywhere yet they are everywhere. The proof of this is that some children go missing— never to be found again. Only a tattered clothing, splattered with dried blood could be found- at rare times though. Although favored very much by the dark beings, children aren't always the victims. Young women and men seemed to be victims as well. The only population is excluded seemed to be people who have health issues, or people of old age, close to death.
But that's just a theory.
A theory that Queen Evey seemed to trust wholeheartedly.
As a child, she— just like any other child— was told of these dark things. It, of course, frightened her. She always thought of them when she was young, asking her parents to remain in her room until she sleeps because she believed that that was the time they will visit her— right before she slept. As times progress, those dark things were hardly thought of. There were more pressing matters to think about. Like her role as a queen. Or raising the lovely daughter with beautiful snow gift she possesses. Or more importantly, the unborn child resting inside her, ready to come out into the world. That was very important.
The queen found another— peculiar— thing important. It seemed dangerous but she was always prepared with five her best guards, the finest and strongest horses and her husband (who first had qualms about this but after time and time he gradually became used to it) by her side; Queen Evey found it important to go and have a trek in the woods. For exercise and a peace of mind. She always felt safe. Believing that the theory— about the health issue— applies to women who are with child. She would not be a victim of a vampire (should they ever cross one)— especially if they come out at times like this, which is usually a few hours after noon, going into the evenings hours. It was part of the reason why her husband (reluctantly) agreed to her walks in the woods. Not too deep in woods; enough that she can remember her path if she happened to be alone. It was safe.
However, nothing couldn't prevent that evening.
Everything was going normal. It was peaceful. The scenery was beautiful. Trees and the ground were blanketed with soft snow. She even grabbed a handful and munched into it. The King smiled warmly and Queen Evey blushed while rubbing her swollen belly (he won't admit it but these walks relieve the stress he had). She knew this child will not bear the gifts that her young daughter has. Because of a secret that will never be shared.
They were going to turn back (Evey announced that she was tired) when it happened.
The horse paused and raise their heads up in an alarm. The guards unsheathed their swords— ready for whatever threat comes forth. A few minutes, that felt ever so long, passed and nothing came about. A guard suggested continuing when the horses seemed to relax. They continue back to the palace and suddenly— the horses panicked. Crying out and prancing around, frightened. Evey tried to console her beloved horse. To no avail. And then it felt like something snapped in the air as the horses started to sprint. All in different directions. Evey held tightly to the reins, daring not to utter a cry— otherwise, the men would desperately think she is in trouble. This isn't trouble— unusual yes, but not too much of a trouble.
She knew she was far from the other men when the horse finally stopped abruptly. She let go a shaky breath, noticing a light cloud escaping her lips. It's colder than it was before. She wrapped her thick cloak tightly against her form. Evey dismounted her horse. She moved in front of it, rubbing her hand down its face. "Hush now. You're safe. I wonder what startled— well scared you." And that was unusual of the situation. Evey didn't see any animal on the ground. She looks around. How exactly far is she from the others? "We should go back now. I'm quite sleepy."
That same feeling— of something that snapped in the air— returned. The horse panicked once again, rearing back and raising its front legs in the air with a cry. Its' hooves hit the side of Evey's head. She stumbled to the side, hand over her temple as a wave of dizziness hits her— her foot misplaced a step on a hill. The earth below crumbled. She stumbled more, down the steep hill. She tried to regulate the motion of her body so that she would only slide violently, but an obstacle in her path caused her body to now tumble and roll roughly.
When she lands to a stop— thank god on her back— Evey gasped. The pain suddenly started in every place, but more so— frightening— in her swollen stomach. Evey's hands went to her belly, fearing the worst before darkness cloud her vision and eventually took toll of her.
She awoke with a groan. Dull pain was everywhere. The skies are becoming dark. Twilight almost close to a night. One or two hours left, give or take. She didn't want to be here, on the ground, cold. Her memory works slowly, and then quickly. Evey sat up with a cry. Her stomach— it's still... well— but could it— Evey noticed wetness between her legs. No. With shaking hands, Evey bundled a part of her dress. She uses one hand to inspect the wetness between her thighs. Slowly— quite agonizingly, she looked at her fingers.
Fingertips coated in blood.
"No!" Evey cried out, pressing her hands onto her stomach. It couldn't be…how? Yes, the fall was terrible… looking up at the hill, Evey realized that the height— for anyone to fall— is fatal. True enough, it is fatal—
No! She didn't want to think that the baby— that her baby inside of her is no longer alive. Evey presses her fingers in places that would usually cause the child to move…
Not a flutter.
Not a movement.
The baby… her baby was—
Evey screamed.
She screamed in anger, sadness, and grief. She screamed because of the pain. Of the coldness, she currently felt. Of the loneliness. She screamed for the dead unborn child. She just screamed.
"Stop screaming."
The smooth and yet dark alluring voice (his accent from somewhere upper Europe) startled her. Evey looked up. There, a tall man standing above her, dressed in a black coat but she could see his leather pants. He was… stunning. Handsome and haunting. His skin was very pale. His jaw structure was sharp and very masculine, decorated with a pleasing goatee. His black hair was perfect— not a hair out of place. And his eyes… they were red. Blood red.
Stricken with horror, fear and other emotions, Evey did not scream again. Her mouth was agape but no sound was uttered.
"Close your mouth and breathe," he said. And she did, willingly (but reluctantly) because it was sensible to do so. He seemed to be pleased that she followed his instruction— not instantly though— because he smiled, showing his teeth—
His fangs.
Evey's eyes widened. And then watered.
A vampire.
Standing above her— in his dark glory— was a vampire.
His eye scanned her. "Your unborn child is dead—"
Tears had now escaped. Yes, it is, and now—
"—which means you are fit for my consumption," the vampire stated.
—I will die horribly. No one has lived to tell the tale of encountering a vampire— she knew this. So with a thought of her unborn dead child, Evey accepted her fate.
"However, I pity you, human."
Evey whimpered.
The tall vampire walked closer to her (he took one step) and squat at her eye level. Evey shivered at the sudden coldness. Her eyes stared into the vampire haunting red ones. "Appaling, I know— as my kind do not experience such pathetic emotions or feelings, however... I am a prideful exception." He moved closer and Evey turned her head, with a sharp intake of a breath and leaned back. The vampire smelled her. "You smell delicious. And you would have been a delectable meal but…"
His hand grabbed her chin. He forced her to meet his red eyes. Evey noticed his nails— claws, dug lightly into her cheeks.
"I pity you, human." He hissed angrily. She grunted as he roughly let go of her chin and he stood. "I will help you. I will give life to your dead fetus."
"What?"
"Life." the vampire growled. It sent a shiver down her spine. "To your dead child. When she turns age eighteen, I will return for her. She will be my bride. Mine."
Evey had made a noise of fright and disgust, placing (pathetically) a protective hand over her belly. "No! You will not-"
"You can— willingly— drink my blood and listen to the information I will share. Or…" He moved closer again. "I will force it down your throat. And I promise, mortal—" He ran a claw against her cheek. Evey sucked in a breath. "I will make it agonizing." Now he was at a nearby tree. Evey wonder how he moved so quickly. She watched as he viciously tore a bark from a frozen tree. He returned at her side at an amazing speed.
"Our kind usually controls the will of weakened women." he murmured. "But since your child was alive a few minutes before you woke— there are some… lingering traits. Traits that make pregnant women not our meal choice."
Evey wrapped her mind around his words. Her child was alive before she woke. And he could not control her— vampires control humans (more specifically weak women) because her child was alive a few minutes ago…? "Oh." Is all she said. What else could she possible uttered?
"Which— the time of your fetus died— also explains why I can resurrect the fetus; it's not too late. You should know…" the vampire said. "the child… she will be half human. And half my kind. An interesting bride."
Condemn her dead child? No. No child would want that. No parent would want that for their child. But this vampire- whoever he is, his name- was quite confident that she will drink his blood. And that this child would become his wife. A vampire's wife. No, she will not condemn it. She would fight and fight until death. To avoid any of his damned, evil blood into her stomach. Evey swallowed thickly. She was still in pain. In shocked too. She asked, "Wh- what is your name?"
The vampire— although dark and yet handsome— smirked. "Why I am Daemon— the brother of the devil, who is able to walk upon this earth. The lord of all vampires. And the husband of your child when she comes to age."
She wanted to say something. Actually, she wanted to scream again. This time not from pain or sadness but of fear. But— she braced herself, closing her eyes, saying a quick soft prayer and something to her husband who she will never see again. She already accepted her fate. And then she opened her eyes, prepared.
"What is your choice? Will or force?" the vampire inquired.
Evey took a deep breath. With the determination, she said, "Go to hell to your brother, Daemon!"
A moment of silence fell upon them. Evey watched the dark entity above her. He— Daemon— said or did nothing. No emotion flickered. It didn't even seem like he was breathing— could they breathe?— Daemon just stood there. Fear started to replace the new-found determination of Evey. And then
He chuckled. "Oh," he said in what sounded like a sad tone as he smirked. "I pity you… Evey."
How did he—?
Daemon pounced.
G.T.G:
Queen Evey is Anna's and Elsa's mother. And I couldn't think of another dark name other than 'Daemon'. I just thought of this idea yesterday and decided, why the hell not? Type it and post this. I don't know if this can be considered as a dark fic or not, as you can see there isn't a labeled genre but I wanna know your thoughts or questions. No flames, please.
