I woke from dead sleep feeling confused and panicked. I remembered fainting at the Wolfe house after seeing the meat, and then leaving with my father, uncle, and Samantha. Once we got home, I couldn't think of what happened. On top my amnesia, my head felt foggy, and whenever I shifted, it pounded.
The smell of blood was faint now, but I could still smell it. That could be why I woke so disoriented as I laid surrounded by the comforting coffin walls. The blood was next door in a fridge. There was no possible way I should be able to smell it all the in my house, at what was possibly night. They should have eaten the steaks by now. I pried my eyes open and stared at the inky blackness of the coffin lid. Carefully, I pushed the lid up to expose my body to fresh air and the light of the moon. The curtains were drawn shut; just a sliver of the silver moonlight filtering in. It was enough that I could see.
As I pulled myself up, there was a tug on my right arm. I glanced down, seeing a dark cord run out from a needle that was poking into the crook of my elbow. Upon further investigation, I found it attached to an AB positive blood bag. My head swarmed, and I felt nauseous.
"Draculaura," my father spoke up, he stood by the door. A silent shadow watching over me. He hadn't been there when I woke up. He walked forwards and sat down at the end of the coffin.. "You were starving," he explained keeping level eye contact with me. His ruby eyes glinted in the moon light and he looked angry, or at least mildly irritated. I could never tell with him. A stoic man.
"I ate some fruits on the plane ride-"
"You know why I have to force feed you blood," my father interrupted sharply, and then his facial features softened after a few seconds. He reached forwards, his fingers resting on my cheek. "I don't want to see you die because you are not accepting the fact that you are, and will always be a vampire."
"I don't want to be a murderer," I whispered, looking down and pulling my legs closer to me. I didn't see his reaction, and I didn't want to. His fingers dropped from my face and he stood up.
"You will be if you starve yourself, remember last time?" he questioned, I closed my eyes tightly. How could I forget? He sighed, "I've let you have your childish ways until now, but from now on, you will be drinking blood. As your King, I command you, as your father, I beg of you. I do not want to see my flesh and blood die. I have witnessed many of my children, your siblings, perish at birth or in infancy because they couldn't adapt to being a vampire even without knowledge of anything else. Please, I couldn't bear to lose you. You are the only person I have ever truly loved."
I still didn't meet his eyes, and after a stretch of silence the door clicked shut. I knew Dracula entered my room, but the man left my father. I couldn't feed off humans, or monsters. I didn't want to kill, not again. My hands were already drenched with too many people's blood. Ever since the war, I hadn't drained a single creature. I had tried, but…I remembered the faces of those I had killed and I couldn't do it. I hated it. This is why I was vegan. My father may have been right about it being unnatural for me, but he was wrong about it being childish. It was my choice and my body. I wouldn't be the murderer he was.
I rolled onto my side, keeping the needle in my arm. He was right that I needed blood, but I knew if I took it out even now he wouldn't be happy. I could only push the limits for so long before he wouldn't put up with it.
Why did I have to move here? Everything was changing. Everything was...wrong. I was glad to be away from my father's brides...but I loved the mansion. The cool stone floors under my feet as I ran around during the sun lit hours, the feel of warmth radiating from the curtains as I read a book. The bats in the attic fluttering above my head when I fed them. My heart ached. I missed my friends. Gory and Bram. I missed Valentine. Tears bubbled in my eyes and before I even blinked an eye I was reaching towards my phone.
Six new messages.
My heart swelled, and I laughed through the tears. Brushing them away quickly, I started reading them. They helped as much as they caused me heart ache.
Gory and Bram were looking forwards to their anniversary, and were going to do something big this year. I hoped it would not be too big, like Bram asking her to marry him. I would totes not be impressed if I wasn't invited. I mean, they have been my besties for two hundred and seventy nine years now!
Bram was asking me my advice on what to get Gory for her birthday, and for their anniversary. I replied honestly, saying what I knew she would like. That girl was all about high end fashion and Bram, putting the two together, and I pushed him towards the right ideas. That took off three text messages.
The other three were from Valentine. The first was him asking if I was okay and settling down well, using his normal sweetheart. The second was a romantic poem in Romanian that if I was standing would have my knees weak. The last was him pretty much demanding that I didn't get another boyfriend. A fangtastic grin stretched across my lips and I replied. I couldn't even imagine getting another boyfriend other than Valentine. He was so romantic and he knew exactly how to make my knees quake and fill my stomach with bats.
I clutched my phone to my chest and closed the lid to my coffin, slipping back into the dark. If only the time change wasn't so drastic, there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to have him call me and sing me to sleep. Just the thought relaxed me enough to help me into slumber.
^v^ ^v^
Fingers caressed my cheeks softly, their tips callused and rough, but still a shiver ran through my body and I leaned into them. Lips pressed against mine firmly and possessively. It left me out of breath and dizzy when his lips left. Darkness covered us and I could feel and hear his heart beat underneath my fingers. Whoever it was, it was not a vampire. I felt my teeth protrude out further, wanting to feed. Tears bubbled at my eyes at the thought of wanting to feed again. I craved this person's blood. I needed it.
A soft chuckle sounded out and then soft skin against my lips. Fingers brushed my hair away from my neck, and then trailed up and down my spine. A fresh shiver followed his fingers and my lips brushed his neck again. This earned a shiver from him. His heartbeat was calm and even. Not that of a person in fear. Not that of a donor who got off on being bitten. Calm. Like they accepted it, and didn't care either way. My fingers pierced his neck and I tasted the metallic taste of blood, mixed with an earthy taste.
A groan emitted from him and I immediately pulled away. Tears fell from my eyes and my fingers found his face, they traced over scars and felt the contours of his face. I brushed my fingers through his hair and closed my eyes, a pointless motion since it was so dark. A hand grabbed mine and pressed it against their lips.
"Darlin' you shouldn't be dreamin' bout other guys like this," a familiar southern accented voice whispered in my ear. I was torn away from the heat of the man in front of me and pressed against a cooler body. This earned a growl from behind me. "We belong together."
The cool body disappeared and the sound of fighting was heard. Growls and hisses. Shouts and threats. Sound of tearing flesh and smell of thick blood. A sharp heartbreaking whine and then a hard drop.
The darkness misted away and Valentine appeared staring down at me. His mouth covered with blood and a dark grin on his face. He advanced towards me and captured my lips in a kiss. The same blood I had tasted before entered my mouth.
^v^ ^v^
I sat up, screaming. My head hit the lid of my coffin, and I immediately threw it open. My undead heart would have been beating so fast if I was alive. The needle tore out of my arm, but the wound healed quickly. My bedroom door was thrown open and before I could blink, my father was standing beside my coffin. Dark black eyes stared at me. Terror and fury flashed through them. I stared up at my father and attempted to stop the tears and the quick pace of my breathing. My father's chest stopped heaving and his tense muscles relaxed. He dropped down to his knees beside the coffin and pulled me into a hug. Hushing me, speaking soft words in Romanian, and stroking my hair as if I were a child again. I welcomed this. My hands clinging to his arms and I let the tears flow freely. Silence filled the house as I clung to him and cried.
My uncle appeared at the door, but he gave me a soft smile before closing the door. Giving us privacy, and if Samantha was to wake up and investigate it would be bad if she saw the coffin and the IV.
My tears subsided after a while. Occasionally a hiccup or a silent sob would move through my body, but other than that, it was silent. My father pressed a kiss into my hair and then pulled away silently so he was looking at me. "Bad dream?" I nodded and wiped my wet cheeks with the back of my hands. "Are you willing to talk about it?" he asked, this time I shook my head. I didn't even know how to sort it out in my mind, and trying to speak right now felt like a huge impossibility. He nodded and kissed my forehead as he stood up. "Alright, try to sleep, dragăţă."
"Alright, Papa," I muttered and curled back up underneath the sheets. He closed the lid of the coffin. I heard him fiddle with the blood bag before the door softly click. My head rested on the pillow before I thought back on the dream. I didn't recognize the first person in my dream at all. It was strange. Usually dreams were of people you have seen. However, I have been alive for so many years; it is hard to tell exactly who I have seen in that almost sixteen hundred year life span. My heart ached at the thought of anyone hurting them though, and surprising anger ripped through me at the thought of Valentine being the one who did so. My eyes clamped shut as I tried to banish the thoughts. Valentine would not hurt a fly. Especially if he knew it would hurt me in the process.
Oh! I was cheating on Valentine in that dream. I placed a hand over my mouth. No! I would never. I loved Valentine. He was basically my soul mate!
That dream was just a wild creation of my subconscious. Imagine! Me drinking someone's blood! Or kissing a non vampire, my father's heart would start beating just so he could have a heart attack. Let alone the fact that I was promised to Valentine anyways. It was…just a dream nothing more!
Wait if…
What if that was prediction to something that will come? Maybe I end up falling in love with someone later on in life, and Valentine becomes jealous. Two opposite ends of the Earth means nothing to a vampire. I also never met one male vampire who was attached to their mate except Bram. Even he still flirted with other females, though he would never do anything more. Then again, most female vampires were born in the period where females were property that could be bought, sold, and traded. Therefore, they were allowed only one mate, while males were allowed multiple.
I flicked my phone on and stared at the text message I must have gotten while I was sleeping. That was probably why I had been shivering in the dream. It was from Valentine. Cautiously I read it and my eyes widened slightly. It had to be a coincidence that he had said that he hoped I was dreaming about him. It had to be. Surprise shot through me and I turned my phone off and shoved it away.
A/N: I'll be updating this every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Simply because it is already written, I just need to edit it!
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