Looking through the tall golden mirror, Dorian peered into Sarah's bedroom. "Ah, so this is precious Sarah. Hmmm. Maybe there is one more chance I can take the underground". Holding out his gloved hand, an octagon shaped crystal appeared. Throwing it at the mirror it disappeared into it. Sarah laid down on her bed and wept a little. "This is silly, it was all a dream nothing happened," she yelled at herself. "Why do I always find myself thinking about him and not mark?" she mused. Sarah went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. "Nice hot shower is just what I need," she said. And hour or so later she jumped out the tub and went back to her room. "Sarah?" her father called. "Sarah I have something downstairs to show you". "Alright dad, give me a second to put some cloths on". Throwing on a cute green tank and some low-rise jeans Sarah trotted downstairs. "Ok, dad what is it?" Spotting that no one was there; Sarah went to the front porch. "Dad their u are, you do know that it is raining?" she laughed. All he did was stand there. 'Dad?" she stepped forward. Thunder bellowed above the house and rain clashed with the street. "Dad?" she asked again. Slowly grabbing his shoulder she spun him around. Gasping she stepped back "who. What…where's my father?" Sarah asked. "Hmm, Sarah why so shy?" grabbing her he spun her into his arms. "Who are you?" she whispered. He smelled of forest and mystery. He had a hard chest, something that you couldn't get comfortable on. "Sarah I know you, I know your secrets and I know your heart." He smiled and in a second fell into her neck biting her. Screaming Sarah pushed away, holding her neck. "So sweet" licking his lips "we will meet again Sarah" and then he was gone. Sarah couldn't believe it, a vampire, a real vampire. But that was all Sarah could think of before she passed out on the cold porch.
Blinking Sarah looked around her. She was lying in her bed the room was dark but she could tell it was morning. Someone had covered the windows with thick blankets, candles where lit around her. She could hear breathing, "who's there?" she asked. Her voice was scratchy and barley audible. "My name is RaLen, I've worked for his majesty since the forming of the great maze, I saw that the night lord came so I knew you would need help". "Help?" she questioned. "What happened"? "You were bitten by Dorian, he rules the dark half of the underground, and he wishes to rule all of it. By taking you as his bride he can unite the mortal world with yours and then be powerful enough to just take the Labyrinth". "Why would I want to be his bride? I don't love him or even know him". "You don't have to love him now, when he mixed your blood with his, its instantaneous that you become his. There is no going back from there". All Sarah could do was take in the information. What the hell am I going to do know? 'So what your saying is that I will become queen of night? I don't understand what I should do?". "We must go to his majsty, we must tell him".