GTG: Thank you all for the reviews and follows! You have no idea how much a comment, increasing views and follows/favorite can make a person EXCITED. For some reason I had trouble with this chapter, trying to keep things consistent and simple. However, the next chapter... that's where the climax begins! R&R!

They bowed to her— (well, when she thinks about it, most people bow to her out of respect because she is the princess) and they called her a queen. Even when she corrected that Elsa is the true queen, they assure her she will and is queen. What does that mean?

Anna stares at her wall. She hasn't been able to go back to sleep when she returned to her room.

She understands that there are indeed vampires in Arendelle— on the outskirts of the village square, nestling in the woods or some other town. She understands that she isn't the only one vampire, but she is the only good vampire. She understands that vampires do kill for meals (otherwise they'll act like a feral beast, losing most intelligence, and eventually die ). She can easily get her meals; her meals are the criminals waiting for death. She understands why she left the castle's grounds and she definitely understands why she confronted those vampires.

But what she doesn't understand is why they called her queen, even after she corrected that she is not her sister— the true queen— (really? do we look a lot alike to be mistaken for each other? I mean, Elsa has white hair and light, icy blue eyes…)—

It was her first time encountering vampires. Something of her kind. And yet, she feels truly alone— and don't get her wrong, Anna loves being in the company of others, but she holds a dark secret. She is not a full-blooded human as Elsa and Hans. But she is not a full-blooded vampire as Blondie and mister Scar ((she is perhaps the only half-breed in the world)).

So Anna is in the middle. She is alone. And no one knows.

She wishes for some comfort. Not from Elsa. Someone else. Her eyes land on the dark corner of her room. She remembers, hazily, the dark presence, the man who came to rescue her from her depression. Perhaps he knows her loneliness. Would he come again, this time, for her comfort? Probably not. She was depressed from her parents' death the first and last time he visited her. She refused to drink; starving herself. He came to save her. She doesn't need saving now. Just answers— she feels like he could provide her all the information about vampires— and comfort. She can't think of anyone else who can give her the latter—

Prince Hans.

Hans… oh, if they are going to get married, which is more than likely, she'll have to tell him her secret. She's confident he can settle with this dark fact because, with the power of true love, they can get through anything. They will. She just… She just won't tell him now. But he'll be her comfort soon.

She lies down, pulling the blanket to her chin and satisfied with the thought— that she will always have someone to comfort her soon. Before she slips to slumber, Anna realizes how thirsty she is.

Maybe— just maybe— it wouldn't have been so terrible if she accepted those gifts….

There are two problems when she wakes up.

First, her thirst did not go away in the morning.

It's noon. She's seated on the small stool brushing her hair when she realized this. She had the servants to bring two cups of orange juice along with her morning meal. She thought having something having something cold would ease her thirst, but it returned. It's not hunger— something she would need to pay attention to, thus, she can ignore her it for a while. She had before— (well technically, you were hungry at that time. And you probably almost died, Anna, and made Elsa ruthlessly kill the first prisoner she saw)— she just needs a distraction. She can't help to wonder why she's thirsty, craving for more blood when she had her meal on Elsa's coronation day— which was two days ago, and she drank those emergencies pack. Maybe it was the vampires' fault— wanting to gift her with a meal. Though Anna remembers during her encounter, she wasn't thirsty. Maybe it's the bloody teeth marks in her hand. Remember, she did bit her hand hard last night, drawing blood. Only drinking blood heals her wounds and rejuvenate her energy. The more blood, the powerful she feels. She is more happy drinking blood. Though, it certainly won't help if she ponders more on the thought of blood.

So she focuses on the second problem this morning: Elsa— well she's! she's not a problem! It's Anna's adventure last night that's the problem. Should she share what she saw? It would be the right choice, notifying her sister that vampires are roaming around the village square at night, killing people— oh. The woman. She was killed. Her family will never see her again. Her body is probably still outside, drained of blood. This fact almost convinces Anna to stand and immediately go to Elsa. But— someone must've found the body by now and reported it. So it would be no need to tell her sister. And besides, in the end, Anna more than likely will get in trouble.

She was outside, exploring the village by herself, at night. Well, you really didn't give me a curfew— she can see herself saying that only for Elsa— very infuriated— to raise her hand in silence, That's not the point Anna! You were alone. Someone could've seen you!— anything can happen to you!

Anna can see that Elsa would enforce stricter rules or keep her indoors to ensure this will never happen again— and, well there goes Anna's freedom. She wouldn't want that. She doesn't.

So Anna dismally has another secret to add to the list. This one involving a poor dead girl.

And she still doesn't know why the vampires called her queen.

Her favorite thing about Elsa is her magical hands.

The things she can do with them— and the things Anna wants to her to do. ((She tries to stray away from those enticing thoughts while Elsa weaves her slender hands through her hair.)) It's been like forever since they've played and braided each other's hair. Anna sits on Elsa's plush bed, between her sister's legs while she tries quick styles for her.

"Are you sure you don't want it braided up?" Elsa asks. "I think you'll look great,"

"That's more of your style, Elsie." Anna tilts her head back, resting on Elsa's chest to look at her face. "You look great— with your hair braided. But sometimes you should let is fall." Anna can't tell you how many times she has visioned Elsa's hair, fanned out on the bed and gazing up at her with want in her eyes.

Elsa pause and ponders on that thought. "I think I will." She softly lifts her head. "It wouldn't be so bad." Elsa makes a few movements in her hair. "There. Done."

Anna allows her fingers to graze the single braid, thrown over her right shoulder. She slides off Elsa's bed and goes to Elsa's mirror. She only spends less than five seconds looking at herself when she catches her sister image in the reflection. Elsa is smiling softly. There's almost this lost look on her face. "You look stunning, Elsa," Anna says before realizing she speaking her thoughts, and blush furiously. She quickly adds, "Being Queen suits you! You look— uh, mighty!" She couldn't think of another word. Nevertheless, it makes Elsa laughs. "How did you learn that you will be queen?"

"I always knew I was going to be queen. Being the firstborn and all. I didn't think it would be this soon…" She trails off. It doesn't take a genius to guess that she is thinking of their parents. Anna tries not to think much about their death, that almost resulted in her death. Elsa sighs and continues with a smile. "I always knew, but for a more explicit answer, I received a letter, and my studies had been adjusted to prepare me for my role as ruler."

Ruler sounds a bit harsh, Anna thinks. It's fit for more like a tyrant. Elsa certainly doesn't look like the type to be a tyrant. She'll be a great queen. Anna can't picture herself as a queen, despite what those vampires had said. Wait. Wait—

She is our, our queen to be. That's what they said, implying that she will be queen soon. Does that mean— something will happen to Elsa soon? "I…" Maybe she should tell Elsa what happened. It may jeopardize her freedom, but she can protect her.

You can't protect Elsa if you are locked inside. As amazing her ice abilities are and how loyal the guards are, they certainly aren't a match for vampires. They will need one vampire on their side. One with the aptest experience.

"Anna?" Elsa softly calls out. "Is everything alright? You were going to say something, but... you went quiet."

She's going to say something, to brush off Elsa concerns. But that would be another lie. So she tells a half-true. "I… I just worry about you, being the queen." Because she does. There may be vampires out for her. "I don't think it's gonna be easy— and… and someone might hurt you. I know you feel obligated to protect me— "

"It's my responsibility." Elsa solemnly says, almost as if she was reminding herself, rather than telling Anna.

"Yes, I want you to know… that I can take of myself also— I can protect myself as well—" Because she is stronger than Elsa and the guards. Her durability is unmatched compared to them, due to her genetics. "I can protect you too."

Elsa slides off her bed. In two steps and Anna finds herself in her sister's embrace. "Trust me, Anna, I'll be fine. I'll admit, it won't be easy, especially when I am alone. But I was prepared for this role."

Anna looks up. "You aren't alone," she says. "You have me."

"Of course. Always. Except this is different. This is…" She pauses to think of a word. "...complexed. You wouldn't understand." She goes quiet, slipping into deep thought. Anna clicks her tongue and bites her lip. Seeing this, Elsa recovers. Her hands cup Anna's cheek and she rubs her nose against hers. "I'm in a mood to walk around the village. Join me?"

Anna nods and moves to rub noses again but Elsa abruptly leaves her space. She grabs her crown that was resting on a nearby dresser. "I added more designs to this," she says, placing it on her head.

Just tiny blue ice designs. "It sparkles," Anna notes. "But are you using your magic to keep them? Because— it's hot. And it may melt." Anna knows that it requires a BUNCH of energy for Elsa to maintain the ice, notably in the summer.

"I will be fine," Elsa waves, sliding her feet in her shoes. Anna repeats her actions and they leave the room. They've not stepped outside yet— and Anna can already tell that it will be extremely hot. When the sun is unforgiven, her thirst is unbearable. She needs to avoid extreme hot weather— or… or she can have a drink. What a perfect excuse!

Anna grasps Elsa's hand and she swings their linked limbs. "I was thinking— maybe I could have something to drink?"

"Like lemonade?" Elsa inquires. "I'm not fond of the sourness."

Anna laughs. "No… um, something darker… sweeter."

"Elsa glance down. "Anna you had your meal two days ago. What about those emergencies packs? Don't tell me you drank all of them?"

"I… I was thirsty," Anna replies sheepishly. Greedy actually, says her inner voice. "But! But I'm thirsty now, and it'll be good to drink now 'cos it'll be hot later on in the day."

"We won't be outside for too long. I need to return inside at the first headache I receive. You will join me."

"But—"

"No." Elsa grounds out.

Anna opens her mouth to say something but as they whip around the corner, they see two guards in a hurry. They boy. "Your majesties," they greet. "We've come with news, Queen Elsa." So only news that shouldn't fall upon Anna's ears.

"Can it wait?" Elsa asks the sternness in her voice gone. For some reason, this bothers Anna.

"Unfortunately it cannot, your majesty."

Elsa hums, and she turns to Anna. "I'll catch up,"

"Oh," Anna release her hand. "Okay— I'll just… just carry along then,"

The princess steps away. Far enough to comfort Elsa and close enough that Anna can hear a bit of their conversation.

"—discovered drained bodies… teeth marks."

"How many?"

"A few… to be exact." He says a number that Anna does not catch.

Anna gulps. So the vampires killed more people. The poor girl was not the only one.

"—tighten security around the palace… til the sun rises." Elsa orders. "I think I'll fix a curfew for all the townspeople… evenings patrol…." She says more things quietly that falls deaf on Anna's ears.

"Yes, your majesty. Anything else?"

"Yes— there will be no word about this. If there's an increase in vampire activity the public does not need to now. It will cause a panic."

Elsa returns to her sister with a smile on her face that doesn't quite meet her eyes. "Everything's alright?" Anna asks.

"Yes. Nothing to worry about. Ready?"

It's not usual for Elsa to lie. And Anna wants to press more for information. But when Elsa offers her hand, Anna decides to keep silent and accept her sister's hand.

((Afterall, everyone has their secrets.))

Deep in the woods, untouched by a warm-blooded man, protected by dark magic, lies his palace. Where his kind and of course where his throne residents. He sits here, deep in ruminations— when shuffling feet interrupts. He raises a black eyebrow, his fist momentarily resting under his chin. There's nothing more frightening than a bored king. It shows true unpredictability rather than an angry king— an angry god.

The two subjects halt ten feet away— an invisible line promising a quick death should anyone step over it. They have their heads bowed low. Daemon recognizes them. One who talks entirely too much and the other whose greed fills his silence. "Speak," he orders lazily.

"My Lord," one says, briefly glancing at him. "We've come with great news."

"Enlighten me."

"We saw her, my Lord. Out soon-to-be-queen."

Ah, his Annabelle. Though he can't think what news they wish to share could be 'good'. "Is that so?"

"Oh yes!— my Lord. She interrupted our feeding—"

"Interrupt?"

"What— what I meant was startled. She is beautiful."

"He threatened her," the one with blond stringy hair finally speaks.

"Only after I assume she was the Queen, my Lord," the other defends.

"I'm curious," Daemon says because he truly is. "How did you threatened her?"

"He called delicious. He taunted her. He— he called her pathetic," the quiet one reports quickly, leaving the other speechless. Immediately, Daemon knows that last part is a lie. He'll allow it.

"I— I offered her a meal— as an apology but she had refused it—"

"My spies tells everyone that she has her meals in cups. She does not kill." How funny, his Queen, almost the age of eighteen years, has not had her first true meal. That will soon change. "You know this. You fail to corrupt her."

The subject throws himself on the floor, face first and arms stretched, passing the invisible line. Daemon rolls his eyes in disgust. "I am most sorry my Lord! It was not my intention!" His body terribly trembles. "Please forgive me."

"Get up."

He hops on his feet.

"Leave," Daemon demands tediously. "There are more frightening entities to fear."

The two doesn't wait a second longer to give an ungracious bow and turn to exit. Daemon rises, his black robes brushing his bare feet. At the speed of light, he is in front of the one who talks too much. His large hand latched at his child, tilting his head up. Daemon claws are already digging in his flesh, inducing a stream of dark blood. "Like cannibals," Daemon says, before using his teeth to tear out the vampire's throat. The blood is okay, never like the taste of a human. Especially an innocent one. And besides, he's not particularly hungry at this moment.

Daemon drops the body and turns to the blond. "You can finish this off, right? Or be finished."

The vampire grimaced. Nevertheless, he gets on his knees, and feed. Daemon knows common vampires do not feed on each other. But for him?— Any damned soul tastes good.

He goes back to his throne. He'll sit here until she calls for him. His spies told him that there's a particular vampire hunter interested in her.

It won't be too long before needs him.