G.T.G: Thank you all for reading and reviewing this piece of work! You have no idea how ecstatic I get when I receive a positive comment or see the increasing views. Here's the second piece of the prologue (one more to go after this!)— warning; violence and blood. Rating will remain a T, unless a few people strongly suggest I should change it. Also any grammar mistakes, I shall fix later on.

Prologue Pt. ||

His hand latched to her throat tightly, preventing the scream she had readied to release that turned into choking noise. Evey scratched at him, struggling and attempting— poorly— to push him away. It didn't seem to affect the vampire. Daemon's face was stern, but she could see the rage and excitement brewing in those haunting red eyes.

With abnormal strength, the vampire slowly lifted her— her feet hovered mere inches off the ground. She choked more. Evey prayed that her body would give out from the lack of air. Unfortunately— Daemon smirked, displaying those sharp white fangs— he carelessly tossed her body to the side.

She landed on her side. Evey either gasped or shouted— she didn't know which, nor had the time to determine which because Daemon place a foot on her chest and applied pressure causing her to screamed and grabbed his ankle.

"Yes!" Daemon hissed. "Scream louder."

Only she didn't. She groaned in pain. That made him snarl.

He removed his foot from her chest, allowing Evey to wheezed for air. The queen stared above her. Darkness was slowly but surely chasing away traces of twilight. She couldn't feel the snow under her. How long will she remain here until they find her? She couldn't back— effectively. She's too weak. Daemon was too… he's not human. He's something that haunts the dreams of most.

The vampire hovered over her trembling form. One claw trailed down her chin— she snatched her head away, tried to wither away— slowly down to her chest where more pressure is being applied. Evey whimpered when he stopped on her breast and grinned sinisterly. Daemon ruthlessly gripped her breast. Evey screamed. He made a puncture in her thick dress at the start of her belly and continued to draw down, ripping her dress in the process and causing a trail of blood. Evey yelped and groaned. She could feel the cold nipping bitterly at her exposed stomach. She gritted her teeth and gripped the snow ground hoping that the cold feeling in her hands will erode the other painful sensations.

Daemon moved lower, under her dress, moving up her thighs. An icy sensation rippled through Evey; she began to kick her feet and wiggle away— "No, please…"

Surprisingly he stopped. "Please? Begging now?" He pinched her skin at a very sensitive and private spot. Evey jerked and her foot attempted to connect with his face but he caught it and twisted her ankle. Evey cried out. She begged him to stop.

"No, I want to hear you scream," the devil's brother said before snaking his hand up her thigh. In a quick motion, he sunk his claws in her flesh and scratched down to her knee. Evey's back arched as she let go an ear-splitting screech. Warm blood flowed down her leg and decorated the white snow below.

"And yet, I'm wasting precious time," the vampire muttered. He scratched her again on her calve, eliciting another screech of pain from the woman.

"Up, up, up." He yanked her up. Evey cried out; searing pain spread from ankle and thigh to her foot. Daemon roughly pushed her against a tree and looked into her eyes. Evey stared back. She didn't show fear or revulsion, simply because she was in pain. In a blink of an eye, he left to retrieve the bark of the ground— Evey felt herself leaning tiredly on the tree— the vampire returned to her. He bit into his wrist and held it over the bark. Dark blood trickled into the bark-bowl. When there was enough, using one hand, he pressed her hands against her chest. He held the bark to her lips.

"Drink," he said.

Evey glanced at the bowl. The dark blood— so black— had a foul scent. Now Evey's face shown disgust. "No," she weakly whispered. Daemon snaked his hand up her neck, to her cheek— Evey's breath hitched— then he grabbed the back of her head and yanked it back. He demanded her again to drink in a very low threatening growl.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Evey knew that the blood will find its way down her throat no matter what. But she couldn't help sobbing a cracked "no" and kept her lips tightly closed. Daemon continued to pull her hair back, and Evey— determined and near unconsciousness— refused to utter a sound.

Daemon noticed and chuckled. "The child will have your persistence. Your beauty also." He allowed a clawed finger to drag along the skin of her neck. Evey tried to recoil away— but how can she when she was pinned against this tree? She hissed when he dragged his finger under her chin. "All that I need for a wife. But you… need to drink." Daemon said and then did what made Evey throw her head back and let out a blood-curdling scream.

He bit her.

On her shoulder. She could feel his teeth, his fangs— oh so sharp!— sank through her cloak and her thick dress. Will I turn will I turn I'll turn— She tried to push the vampire away but he pressed both hands against her chest using his free hand. And—

she wished she hadn't screamed.

—Daemon took the opportunity; he thrust the bark in her open mouth. The dark blood filled her mouth. She gagged and tried to close her mouth but too much of it had already gotten down her throat, and the rest dribbled down her chin.

It was hot. It burned. It was abhorrent.

The vampire stepped back. Evey landed on all fours, trying to cough out the rest. She wrapped an arm around her belly with wide eyes. No, no, no— Immediately, she could feel the evil force flourishing in her body. She withered and laid flat on her back as new sharp pain twist in her stomach. It suddenly stopped with the fetus flutter briefly inside. Her hands went stomach and she gasped. Oh, I failed. Evey touched her shoulder— where he bit her— warm blood coated her fingers. Am I going to become a vampire too?

Daemon chuckled. "You won't turn Evey." He told her as if he was reading her mind. Every supposed that is a fortunate thing to know, but now she must suffer with a spawn growing in her. Tear leaked from her eyes.

"Two important things— you are still conscious, so I'll expect you to remember." He circled her as he spoke, "first, the child is of my kind. Different and stronger from other vampires, but still a vampire. She will need to consume blood as a meal daily— and trust my words when I say, you do not wish to see a baby vampire hungry. Avoiding sunlight is best. To avoid intense dehydration. Ah, please don't think she'll be burned to ashes at first contact of sunlight or a silver cross. A stake to her heart will kill her just like any other human."

Eventually, she'd figure out how to kill this unborn child. She couldn't condemn this child with life. The life the child would cause… unfathomable mayhem.

"Second," Daemon said. "if you find a way to kill this child, unborn or born, I will personally turn you."

Her heart skipped a beat.

"I will turn you, Evey—" His voice now hushed and quick with venom laced with every word. " —and make your entire kingdom your meal— saving your husband and that other child last. You will make it painful for them. Yes you, while everyone watches. And after they and your kingdom are nothing but empty bodies of flesh and bones, I will make you a whore slave for my best and worst servants. They are not…" He tilted his head. "Pleasant."

She couldn't stand his presence or his voice any longer. She was very tired and in numbing pain. "Please, just…" Evey murmured, turning her head to the side. "Go away."

"Fine." He crouched to her ear. Evey flinched. His voice ghost over her ear. "Goodbye, Evey."

She closed her eyes.

He found her. Lying on the bloody snow. Dark red liquid covered her mouth and chin. "Evey!"

Her eyes fluttered open. "Adgar," she croaked. Her husband loomed over her. His lips were moving but she couldn't hear a word. His face was worried. He turned to address someone. The queen didn't know who because of darkness flood her vision.

She woke up, still in numb pain, but warm. She was in bed, shoulder and right leg in heavy bandages and foot propped up on fluffy pillows. The encounter of the vampire was still fresh in her head. She can feel the life in her stomach— stronger than it ever was before. Evey softly rubbed her stomach. There's a living vampire in her. And she'll have to raise it.

A larger hand covered hers. The queen tiredly meets her husband's eyes. "Don't fear," he said. 'The baby will be alright."

She sent a sad smile to her husband. Her eyes watered as she begun to share everything that happened (including everything Daemon had said), watching his face contort in so many emotions.

The stoned troll placed a hand on her swollen belly and closed his eyes. Evey would never admit but rare encounters with this arthritically ball-stone were always… weird.

Grand Pabbie opened his eyes. "I can feel her power. I can feel the vampiric blood in her. It's dangerous… we need to get rid of it. I have a potion— "

"No!" Evey snarled, wrapping a protecting arm around her belly. This is what she realized first: despite the fact that there was a fetus with have the blood of the devil's brother, the child is still her child. She wouldn't allow this lively stone to take away her child. And then she remembered the threat Daemon delivered. Evey nod at her husband and he told the troll of Daemon's threat and the two important things.

Grand Pabbie shook his head. "Oh dear. This is bad. I'm afraid there's not much I can do." He looked at the queen and king. "I can give this child promising happiness to hinder her primal vampiric instincts."

"She'll be happy?" Every asked.

'Yes. Naturally. All vampires have the basic instinct of… bad emotions. For instinct, greed, lust, anger. They've not experienced emotions such as love and elation." Grand Pabbie explained. "I will give her natural happiness. However—" Grand Pabbie waves his hands in the air. A glowing blue energy forms and floats to Evey's stomach. It hovered for a few moments and then phased through her stomach. Evey didn't feel anything different. "Fear will trigger primal instincts. It would cause… chaos. She must avoid fear and those who fear her… kind. You do not wish for people to know about her."

"We will protect her," the king declared, grabbing Evey's hands. "She will not be like a vampire. She will learn to be like a normal person. Until then, we will lock the doors—"

Guards closed every castle entrances and locked others. They closed the main gates, in front of curious people.

"We'll reduce the staff—"

The king pointed to ten staff. "The rest—" (30 staffs left) "are relieved of your duties with a reward of a five-year pension."

"Limit her contact with people— "

Elsa was moved to another room with all her furniture. "Can't I share room with my baby sisa?" the four-year-old asked her mother.

"No, Elsa dear," Evey said in a sad voice, as she tucked in her.

"Why?"

"I tell you when you get older," Evey said. Her child giggled when she playfully bumped a finger on her nose. "You're still too young, to understand. Goodnight, my child."

"I wanna say nigh' nigh' to Anna!" Elsa protested slightly.

Evey laughed a little and moved her stomach to the young girl. Elsa placed her tiny hands on the large stomach. "Nigh' nigh' Anna!"

"No one will know her powers but four people—" (Kai, Nathaniel, Gerda, and Elsa) (Elsa will know a few years later.)

The child was born five months later. She's very pale with bright blue eyes and auburn hair. Young Elsa looked at her new sister in her tired mother's arms. The young girl smiled brightly at her sister. Elsa formed a small snowflake in Anna's face and the baby cooed.

The parents later found out the Anna is not satisfied with just milk. She has an appetite for blood also—

"Prisoners deemed to death will be the source of her meal—"

King Adgar strolled in the dungeons, examining each doomed prisoners. He pointed to one weakly man. The man began to panic as guards took him to a separate room to be drained of his blood. Behind the metal closed doors, you could hear the screams. A small warm bottle full of dark red liquid was given to Evey after a few hours. Evey popped the rubber nipple in the crying baby's mouth. Anna stopped crying and sucked happily.

"We must tell Elsa." Evey declared. "We must teach Anna about her kind also. It would not… seem bright to keep this away from her."

"Elsa, do you know what a vampire is?" Evey asked Elsa— who was now six years old— as she placed a braid her hair.

"Vampires are bad! They drink blood and steal children," young Elsa recalled from eavesdropping onto one of the maidservants' conversation.

"Well yes, they drink blood. And… and sometimes they do steal children. That's why all children should stay far away from the woods and never, never be alone at night."

Elsa nods. "'Cos vampires are bad."

"Yes, but what— " Every carefully turned her child to face her. " —what if, not all vampires are bad?"

"There's good vampires?"

Evey nodded. "But only one."

Elsa titled her head, "Who?"

"And what of Daemon when he arrives?" the troll questioned.

King Adgar answered with determination, "We will be ready before then."