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After asking her master for permission to go outside, into the garden, she left the room full of vampires, followed by her bodyguards. One of them was a red-headed, with freckles, and ocean blue eyes. The other one was tall and bulkier than the other. He had dark hair and his eyes were a light shade of blue.
They trailed behind her, like her shadow. Not making a sound, yet making their presence being known. She followed the path that was marked by rocks and flowers. She could smell the lilies in the air. It made her feel a little bit less alone.
She came to a halt once the garden came into view. There was a bench made of that white/grayish rock. There was a statue next to it of a woman and a child. She was surprised at the type of flowers that surrounded the bench, in a large circle.
Roses.
Violets.
She looked at the vampire bodyguards, who seemed to stare straight ahead.
She was Rose and her favorite flowers are violets. "Who did this?" she asked the bodyguards, but as they were told to do, they didn't answer her. She sighed in frustration.
Why, why, why?
She was sold, by her own mother. Why couldn't she had been born into a rich family? Maybe her mother wouldn't have sold her. But she needed the money for her little sister.
Christian Ozera.
That was his name. He was the king of their region that had once, in the 18th century been known as Eastern Europe and Asia. What what was once known as the 7 continents were now 7 regions, ruled by 7 of the 8 chosen vampires, from each family.
It all came down to the witch who cursed 8 families for shunning her away from the town, after committing adultery.
There was an 8th king, who ruled over every other vampire, because he'his descendant had been the first vampire known to mankind. Vampires came to be known in the early 20th century, and now, 11 years into the 21st century, they were still in power; taking humans as they pleased.
Christian had paid quite the money to get Rose; but she'd been lucky. At least her mother had been paid. Other vampires just stole humans.
But isn't that what he'd done?
Taken her away from her family, friends, from love, and expected her to what? Give blood? Sex?
In one way or another, Rose had been stolen.
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RPOV
I was frustrated. Angry. Depressed. Lonely. I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone. Scratch that; no one was allowed to talk to me. I was oh so precious to that sanctimonious asshole. Douche. Bastard.
He was in charge of our region, and he had paid for me, so I couldn't say no. And it's not like I could run away, I was always accompanied by someone, even if they didn't talk. The only other person who was allowed to talk to me was my maid, Mia. The way vampires worked was odd, but I wasn't to question them.
I was just human.
I heard rustling of leaves and my head snapped backwards. "Hey," she said as her blonde ringlets bounced up and down.
"Hey Mia,"I said darkly. She rolled her eyes at my mood. A question popped into my head.
"There's only 8 families and usually when someone get's turned it's because they're going to marry another member of the family... yet, you're last name is Rinaldi. Why?" she looked away from me.
"It's something my grandfather did,"she answered. "That explains it!" She rolled her eyes.
"I come from a disgraced family. Every vampire without the royal name, is a disgrace to their family... My great grandmother turned a human without the council's permission. She was stripped of her title. That's my father's side. My mother's side... well. Her mother committed adultery."
Her voice was grim, and she winced as she told me this.
"Oh,"was all I could say. She nodded her head, grimly.
"We should go inside."
I sighed. "Back to prison." My stoic bodyguards chuckled.
"Mia!" I gasped.
All three vampires turned their attention to me. "What is it?" Mia asked.
"They chuckled." Their bodies sagged in relief while rolling their eyes. "They can talk."
"I know. But they just look like statues." She grabbed my arm and dragged me away.
"I'm human. I bruise,"I said. She let go of my arm.
"Thank you."
We reached the house, she pushed me inside. "What's going one?" I asked her.
"Strigoi."
"Get her into a safe room."
His voice was harsh and loud; echoing through the mansion, that now seemed completely silent. Mia grabbed her forearm, leading her into the safe room Christian had.
She heard as Christian told the body guards, "Protect her. At all costs. Lose her... and, you can imagine."
What was going on?
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3rd POV
No one understood what was so important about her. Yet, they all wanted her. Only a few understood the reason behind her wanted death. Others only wanted for her looks and the smell of her blood. Other's wanted her for her looks, blood, and wanted to protect her because of a promise: That was Christian.
He'd made a promise to his father in his dying bed.
"Protect the girl," his father had said.
"What girl?" he asked.
"You'll know when you see her... When you smell her. She's important; one of a kind. Promise me Christian, that you'll protect her from the Strigoi and any other vampires, or humans that would want to harm her."
Despite the fact that he was dying, Lucas' grip on his son hand was firm, and the squeeze he gave him was strong.
"I promise father."
And now they were here. The Strigoi; a legion of vampires gone rogue. And they wanted Rose's blood in their hands.
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RPOV
After a few hours of waiting,impatiently, at least me, one of the guards said it was okay to leave. I walked to my room, when a voice stopped me.
"In my room. Five minutes."
Reluctantly I nodded. I went to the room I was staying at, removing my cloak, and my dress. I put on some lingerie, putting my cloak back on too. I walked to his room, dreadfully.
I opened the door, just as he was unbottoning his shirt. Through the mirror he looked at me, "Take the cloak off."
With my head bowed down, I let the hood of the cloak, and the cloak fall to the ground.
Within seconds he was in front of me. I gasped at his closeness, his mouth was by my neck, making my heart beat a thousand times faster, making me shiver as his breath tickled my neck.
He chuckled.
"Humans. Ah, they all fall for me so easily. Thinking they're worthy of me. But Rose, you're just a human. Simple. And your beauty? Will be gone in 10 years. And in 10 years I will dispose of you, no longer needing your services."
He chuckled again.
"Try not to fall in love with me. Actually. Yes. Love me. Love me like you've never loved before. Like you'll never love again."
I gulped at the harshness of his voice.
His cold hand was placed where my heart was beating against my skin.
"It's always the same reaction."
Bite me. Bite me. Just bite me and get it over with.
He bit me.
His fangs pierced the skin of my neck, making me gasp in pain. His fangs sunk in deeper, tearing at my skin, sucking away my blood. And slowly, and painfully, it was over. He backed away, wiping away his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Tasty."
The endorphins started kicking in, making me drowsy, and high. I starting swaying, and before I fell, he caught me.
He held me there. He trailed my jawline with his thumb, stopping at my lips.
"Beautiful; yes. But you're beauty will never compare to Lissa's."
3rd POV.
At least that's what he hoped. But Rose was one of a kind, making men fall in love with her instantly. He was just hung up on her.
When would he give up?
Pretty soon.
Rose POV
He sat me in his satin bed. "I'll be away at a party. When I get back, I want you gone."
I tried standing up but I fell back into the bed.
He laughed. "You're weak. Nothing will change that. Remember that."
He left the room, as fast as he came into my life. I was angry. Weak. He called me weak! How dare he- Mia came into room, swiftly walking in, going straight to the bed, to help me. As she tried to grab my arm I pulled away.
"Don't touch me!"I growled at her. She flinched away from. A vampire flinched away from me. Vampires who were all so mighty. Stronger and better than humans. Because isn't that what he said?
The king of our region had just humiliated me.
Wobbly, I got up. My knees were about to give up. "Leave me! Leave me Mia! Get out! Get. Out!" I screamed with such a force.
I'll show him.
She backed away, afraid. I steadied myself with the pole at the end of the bed. I walked, as best as I could. Holding onto things. Throwing his stuff to the floor.
But I made it to my room.
"Take that Christian. I don't need you."
I fell to my bed, sobbing into the sheets.
Where was I now? Where had I end up? With a masochist vampire. That's who.
I wanted away from this.
His words echoing in my mind.
Love me.
"Beautiful; yes. But you're beauty will never compare to Lissa's."
3rd POV.
Because what's beauty? What's money? What's being the feeder of the king, when you're alone.
When you can't have love?
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Really long. Please, review!
So, I have a task for you.
Aside from reviewing.
Go to YouTube.
Look at the video of "Call Me When You're Sober" by Evanescence. The official video.
Look at the male actor.
That's Christian.
;) at least in this story!