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Chapter 8

I was sitting in a meadow. It was the same meadow that I found Master and Megan in. I was wearing a navy-blue summer dress and my combat boots. On my left ring finger, I had a large diamond engagement ring. To my right sat a googly-eyed Master.

"Master? Are you okay?" I asked, getting to my feet.

"You just look so beautiful in the sunlight. And you don't have to call me Master anymore. Those days are over, remember?" he asked, standing up as well.

"B-b-beautiful?" I stammered. "What has gotten into you?" I asked worriedly.

"Nothing, darling. You are just so beautiful," he said, taking my hands and pulling me closer to him.

"Darling? What's happening? Are you okay? Do we need to get you to a hospital?" I questioned.

"Maybe we need to get you to a hospital. I think you have a bad case of memory loss," he answered jokingly and pulling me so close that we were only an inch apart.

I wanted to see if this was a joke. I raised my foot and stomped it down on Master's .

"What was that for?" he said, apparently feeling no pain at all.

"Nothing," I smiled sweetly, just waiting for him to slap me. But he didn't.

He studied me very closely and, after a while, pulled me against him, his arms going around me and locking me in an iron grip.

"What's wrong, Misery?" he asked.

"When did we get engaged?" I managed to stutter out.

"Six months ago. The wedding is tomorrow. That's why I took you out here, so you could enjoy your last rays of sunshine."

"What do you mean 'last rays of sunshine'?" I asked quickly.

"Well, I'm turning you into a vampire at the wedding tomorrow, remember? Turned vampires can't go in the sun, otherwise they'll burn," Master explained.

"What!? You're turning me into a vampire!?" I yelled, pushing away from him

"Yes, that's the only way I can marry you. Misery, we went over this. I thought you wanted to be turned," he said.

"I have never said that in my entire life! I don't want to become one of you!" I screamed at him.

"You really don't remember anything?" he asked sadly.

"No! I don't!" I yelled.

"Well, maybe this will jog your memory," he said, walking towards me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, very much annoyed.

He didn't say anything, but just kept coming towards me.

Master reached me and grabbed hold of my arms. He leaned down and grazed my lips with his. He then put his lips fully against mine and tangled his hands into my hair. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He just kept kissing me.

I sprang forward in my bed, gasping and sweating bullets. Realizing it was just a dream, I plopped back down on my bed.

"That was one fucked-up dream," I murmured.

I laid there for a few more moments before I heaved myself out of bed. I walked into my closet and pulled out a pair of sweats and a black tank top. I put them on and threw my hair in a messy bun. I glanced at the clock. It read 6:29. I walked over to it and turned it off.

I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, where Master sat, reading a newspaper.

"I was just about to come get you," he told me without looking up from the newspaper.

"Okay…" I said, not sure how to answer that.

"Everything is ready for the ball. All you need to do today is set up the food in the ballroom around 7:30. I bought all of it already, so it's in the refrigerator. The guests will be here around 8:30, so be ready by then," he said.

"Okay," I replied.

He got up and started to leave, but stopped himself short.

"Before I go…" he started, while walking toward me. He reached me and whispered in my ear, "I'm thirsty." His voice sent shivers down. I gripped the counter for support, knowing what was coming next.

He bent down and bit my neck. No licking, no sucking, just biting (That sounds dirty. Hehe). I only felt a slight pinch this time. After the pinch, I felt nothing.

A minute passed, and he stopped. He didn't drain me completely this time. He licked the excess blood from my neck, and I immediately felt the holes on my neck close up.

He walked away without saying a word. I stood there with a stunned expression on my face.

I slowly walked to the cupboard and pulled out a box of cereal. I stood against the counter and started eating it out of the box. Why didn't Master drain me like he always does? I thought. And how did he heal my wounds? I couldn't believe I didn't think about that before.

I devoured half the box without realizing it; I was so deep in thought. When I did realize it, I put the box back in the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of water. I headed to the library to kill some time before the ball.

I looked at the clock in the library. It said that it was 7:28. I scrambled out of the bean-bag chair and raced out of the library, not wanting to be late, just in case Master was in the kitchen.

In the kitchen, I opened the fridge and saw the there were huge amounts of food for the ball. I groaned and began transporting the heaps of food into the ballroom.

It took me eleven trips to dump all the food on the tables that were pushed up against the back wall of the ballroom. I started arranging the food to look nice.

When I was finally done, I went up to my room to get ready. I glanced at the clock. It was already 7:45.

"Oh my glob!" (Yes, I love Adventure Time) I exclaimed and rushed into the bathroom.

I took a two-minute shower. I then blow-dried my hair and let it fall naturally down my shoulders. I caked mascara on my eyelashes and eyeliner on my eyelids. I put a slight hint of blush on my cheeks and a bold red on my lips.

Satisfied with how I look, I walked out of the bathroom naked.

"Ooh, very nice," said a smirking Master, who was sitting on my bed and looking me up and down.

I squealed and dashed into the closet, locking it behind me.

"What the hell are you dong in here?!" I yelled through the door.

"To remind you that the guests should be arriving any minute," he yelled back.

"That's it?! That's all you wanted to say?! Ugh, whatever. Just get out of my room!" I shouted.

"See ya," Master replied very uncharacteristically and left the room.

It's decided, I thought, Master is bipolar.

I found some underwear and my dress and put them on carefully. I looked at my self in the mirror and said, "I look nice…" I never said that about myself.

As I was slipping on my combat boots, I heard the doorbell ring. The guests were here.