This chapter was very Van Helsing inspired during the dancing between the Prince and Amelia. Hehe I couldn't resist, anyways enjoy!


Amelia felt dead inside as she held the Prince's pale cold hand during the wedding vows. Earlier she was trussed up by the Prince's maids, her hair elegantly put up and a tiara placed upon her head, the finishing touch. The priest conducting their wedding droned on while Amelia thought of how she always pictured her wedding day: She and her groom madly in love with each other and her parents there so proud of her during this very joyous occasion, instead of this. She hated the Prince for holding her brother against his will just to ensure she would marry him and the wedding guests were all glum people who looked as if they were attending a funeral instead of a wedding.

"Do you Amelia, take this man?' The priest asked her.

"I, I ..." Amelia stammered being snapped out of her deep thought. The Prince glared at her and Amelia shuddered.

"I do," she finished.

After the wedding Amelia found herself in the arms of the newly made King, dancing to his orchestra. She was repulsed by the touch of his hand on her waist and felt like tearing away from him, but he held her too strongly. Other guests danced in this revel around her and the King.

"I hate you," Amelia told him, but the King's face stayed expressionless as if he never heard her.

"Be silent," he replied calmly. Amelia stared at him with disgust, turning her head away. A huge mirror hung on the wall reflecting the whole scene as Amelia saw but she noticed something was wrong with the reflection. She looked back at the King and then at the mirror. In the mirror she saw she was alone in the room and it seemed she was dancing by herself. She turned back to the rest of the room but the other guests were there as plain as she could see. Her mind raced as Amelia continued dancing with the King holding her, her hand gripped by his, but the mirror before them betrayed her sight for the King wasn't reflected at all.

The bedtime story that she told Brett came back to her and immediately it clicked.

"You're the Vampire Prince," Amelia breathed. The King's eyes bore into hers and he gave her a cold smile. She was held by the sight of his white teeth that clearly displayed his fangs.

"But I made you up! How is it possible…"Amelia trailed off for then she realized the rest of the room stopped moving. The orchestra had even ceased playing and she and the Vampire King were dancing to nothing.


ooohhh what would happen next? well tell me what you think of the story so far :)