Gabriella Sky walked quickly and stealthily through the trees. The vampaneze had been tracking her for two weeks now. She, at least, had the advantage of walking in sunlight. She shouldn't have been able to walk in sunlight, after all, it was toxic to her people, but here she was, in the bright afternoon sun. Gabriella jumped over a log and looked worried as she saw the sun begin to set. She had been able to keep just ahead of her enemy for so long, she wondered if she could last another night.
Gabriella wasn't an ordinary teenager. She was a vampire. Not only that, but she was a princess. Her people elected their leaders, who were called Princes, and she had been elected when she was 13. She was the youngest princess ever to be elected and she was the first girl.
The sun was half way out of the sky, it's golden edges just touching the breathtaking mountains below it.
Gabriella had to get back to Vampire mountain soon. She had been lucky enough to hear some conspiring Vampaneze speak about plans to storm the mountain, the strong hold of the Vampires. She had to warn them, or the war would go very badly.
The sun was halfway behind the majestic mountains, it's light shining off of the surface of a rustic mountain lake.
Gabriella had never met her parents. She had missed them, but she wouldn't give up her vampire family for the world. They had found her when she was only a week old. Some wolves brought her to them and she was near death with hunger and cold. The vampires warmed her up, but they didn't know how to care for a baby. She couldn't eat the bat broth they tried to give her, and they didn't know to heat up the cow's milk. She grew closer and closer to death. Finally, a Prince named Paris Sky couldn't take it any longer. He decided to blood her; to turn her into a half vampire in hopes that she would grow strong again if she could drink blood. He had a hard time of it, but he put her to sleep with his breath, and put his hands together, piercing the ends of his finger tips with his sharp nails. He then scrunch his fingers together so he could pierce her tiny fingers with his nails as well. He then put their wounds together and their blood started to transfer. The youngest human ever to be turned into a vampire had been Paris himself, who was three at the time. When he was done, he licked the child's wounds first, his spit healing the cuts immediately. After healing his own wounds he peeked a look at the still child.
You could see a sliver of the sun over the mountains. Dusk was over the land and Gabriella saw a flash of a shadow to her right. She sped up.
The baby was still living, though barely. He sighed in slight relief, but the night wasn't over yet, and the child was still in peril. He wrapped her in blankets and held her, keeping vigil to see if the baby would live to see another day. After hours of waiting, Paris felt movement in his arms. He looked down to see the small child open her eyes slightly. He jumped up in joy to see her vibrant dark blue eyes looking at him with curiosity. He ran out into the tunnel and brought news to several restless vampires that were waiting in the Great Hall. To him, those blue eyes, so dark they were almost violet, were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. From that day on, The newly named Gabriella was the light in the dark caverns of Vampire Mountain.
The sun was now gone, and with it, Gabriella's hope of escape. She saw two more shadows to her left and a large shadow looming in front. They were coming.
There wasn't much the vampires could offer to a child, but she grew up happy. Whenever one of the clan went out of Vampire mountain, for it was the instinct of the vampire to move around, when they came back they always had a toy or a sweet for the child. A doll, a candy, a ball; They pampered her, for she was a beacon of innocence in their harsh world. When she was 6 months old, Paris repeated what he did when he first blooded her, and she was made into a full vampire. She could no longer go into the sun, but now she could flit(move faster than you could see), she had exceptional sight and strength, she could put you to sleep with her breath and heal wounds with her spit, and she was the youngest vampire in history, for vampires are unable to give birth. She was content with her many brothers and a couple sisters, with her wise and doting father watching over her, growing up in a world that gave other little girls nightmares.
Gabriella slowed to a halt. She could go no farther. She had no energy to flit and her legs were burning with her extended effort. It was over. She discretely loosened he twin blades in their sheathes and prepared for battle as 8 dark figures circled the girl, gleeful with their catch.
When she was young, Gabriella's favorite past time was watching her family train. The vampire's way of life was harsh and sword fighting was one of the main past times. None of the vampires took up archery, for it was dishonorable not to meet your opponent in combat, hand to hand. Since she was a full vampire, she grew up at a tenth of the rate of humans. So when she was ten, she was starting to toddle, and by the time she was 11 she said her first word. When she was 46, she picked up her first sword. It was a very small wooden sword, but nothing gave her greater joy than to play sword fighting with all her brothers and sisters. When she was 62, she had started actually training with her little wooden sword, and Paris was the only one who would teach her, for he didn't trust the others. By the time she was 98, she could beat several of the less experienced vampires, but she was learning quickly, and now she was learning all the tricks and strategies she could from the other vampires. She then found dirks. Two blades, like sword only smaller and lighter. She excelled even more at these. They were her weapon of choice and for a good reason. She was a prodigy and she was going to develop her skills to their fullest.
Gabriella stood firmly and confidently in the middle of the moon lit clearing. The moon lit up her beautiful features as she looked at her foe with hard eyes. One walked foreword. The moon didn't compliment his skin like it did to her creamy milk white skin. His purple skin looked sickly in the white light and his red eyes gleamed with the hope of a kill, especially one such as this. Not only a Princess, but the hope of the vampires. It would be nice to use her as a hostage, but he knew that she would never let them take her alive. This would be a fight to the death.
Not only was Gabriella learning sword play, but at her fathers knee, she was becoming a brilliant strategist. That was why she competed in the Trials of Death. She wanted to become a general, some of the highest vampires, and in order to do that she needed to go through the trials that had killed so many vampires. When she was 119 she competed. She was agile through the Path of Needles and used her sharp hearing and agility in the Hall of Flames. She got through all 5 trials, not unharmed, but alive. She was now a general, but she would carry scars for life. It was then that the Vampaneze attacked. She led a group of 10 vampires and they demolished a group of 50 vampaneze, who were on their way to Vampire Mountain. She was a hero and the vampires agreed. There was only one way they could show their gratitude.
The 8 vampaneze took out their swords and axes. Gabriella looked at the situation and decided that she could beat them. Then, ten more vampaneze jumped out of the shadow of the trees and Gabriella wasn't sure of her end. She was a brilliant swordsman, but she was exhausted and hadn't drank any blood for two weeks. She assessed her bodies situation, and made her stance more firm. She would go out fighting.
The vampires had elected her as a Princess. The Princes led the vampires and there had never been a female in office, let alone a child. However, the population was adamant about making the girl one of their leaders, so when she was 136, she was made Gabrielle Sky, Vampire Princess.
Gabriella made a sweep with her blades and cut the knees of two vampaneze. The whole pack jumped into action and she had 18 blades coming at her. No matter how many swerves or blocks she made, there were too many. Gabriella didn't feel them cut her shoulder, or her lower leg. She just went on fighting. All fighting stopped when Gabriella had 9 vampaneze surrounding her and her back against a tree. She was trapped.
The ceremony was elaborate, for everyone was excited about this new chapter in their history. Paris and 3 of the other 5 Princes gathered around the blood stone, a stone that allowed you to see any vampire that had bled into it. Paris put his hands together, piercing his skin at the tip of his fingers, much like 136 years before. Gabriella did the same thing with her nicely manicured nails. They joined one of their hands and the other connected to the blood stone. With the transfer of blood in her body, she felt herself change, And when the ceremony was done she stood in front of the gathered crowd. She was now one of their leaders and the people were joyous in this fact. There was much celebrating in Vampire Mountain that day. They had a new princess and she would be a princess for as long as she lived.
A vampaneze let out a squeal of delight, and threw it's war ax right at her. Gabriella resigned to her death, prepared her self. There was nothing she could do and she accepted it. She kept her eyes open as she watched the flying ax coming towards her heart. At the very last second she closed her eyes and knew no more.