Chapter Two

Sorry for the long wait! I haven't had a lot of time recently but now that I have some, I decided to write this.

"Z...Z....Zhairel?" Claire's waking up voice barely mumbled as her eyes fluttered open.

Her eyes enlarged at the sight of the room around her, the fact that someone had undone her hair and changed her into a white nightgown that was not her own. The bed she was laying in had golden embroidered, black silk comforter with matching sheets and pillows. It's frame was marble and the canopy was decorated with red and black lacing. Claire was simply taken in by all this, and the rest of the room was nothing short of disappointment either!

Height of the room had to be at least be seventeen foot tall, the interior of the room was white and super shiny, almost blindingly so. However, the thing that attracted Claire's attention the most was the crystallized dresser with a beautiful mirror on top of it. She hopped out of bed to look at it, and almost immediately hopped back into the bed covering herself with a blanket, when she saw not only her reflection but the reflection of her capture-er.

"Eck! Who are you?" Shrieked Claire.

Instead of answering her demand, he studied her, and she did the same. He had fluffy brownish blond hair that had big curls that traced down to the center of his neck, the outer layer looking like a crown. The man had a long nose, stubborn lips, and long eyelashes. He reminded Claire of a Greek or Roman god statue. His pretty blue green eyes looked at her questionably. Claire suddenly felt a mild tugging at her mind. She shook her head and it went away.

He slowly began to crawl onto the bed with her and she kept inching further away from him until she hit her head. Warning signals were going off like crazy in her mind as she felt further probing and she couldn't help but think it was her "host".

"Stop it!" She cried, truly frightened, as tears began to pour down her face. Using the opportunity, he kissed her, and pulled her underneath him. He flicked his tongue around hers, as the steam of a blush colored her cheeks pink. She struggled underneath him but it was no use, he was big and muscular and she was tiny and scrawny.

Click-Click, Fa-Boom!

Suddenly a door had opened and another good looking fellow entered.

"Priiiince, what have we told you about bringing in newbies without trying to educate them first? Honestly, if you would just pick a bride this would be so much easier!"

"But I have, I want it to be her, and I was just about to...."

"What? Show her a bad time? She looks miserable, and forcing her won't make her like you, as a matter of fact, I'm getting a hint that she hates your guts right about now."

The conversation between the two men had eased "The Prince" off her and she ran behind the other man digging her nails into his arm as she hid everything but her teary face to the so called prince.

"Yup she hates you..."The man lifted the arm she had her nails in and wrapped it around her frame then lifted her up into his arms. " I'm Nail. And you are?"

"Claire..." She said as her face got super red.

"Well Claire, forgive this idiot, and I'll take you to the King, were you will learn our rules and ways."

"Uuuh, u—umm, mm okay..." Claire whispered as she almost got lost in Nail's dreamy dark eyes. However, anger kicked in, after the shock wore off, and the bedazzlement of the moment. Why did they want her? As a plaything? Who were these jokes of men who thought she could be kissed and swept off her feet like it was easy peesy?

"Let me down, let me down, you smile ball, overgrown oaf!" She struggled lose from his grip and landed on the floor on her bum. She got up and smacked him one. "I'm not a toy, and there was no reason to let me fall on the floor like that!"

Claire stomped angrily down the hallway, she didn't know where the so called King was but she had a feeling that it had to be the door at the end of the hallway with the two guards . Once there she flung the double doors open.

"I demand to speak with the King of Idiots!" She noted that there was indeed a man sitting on a throne, and a very large abundance of assorted people sitting around him at a table. She stepped on the nearest mans lap to get on the table. She decided to take her anger and put it into a song...

"I don't know the game your playing

But I got bills to pay

I got mouths to feed

If thats anything to say(repeats two times)

Ooooooh

You oughta knooow,

That I don't have time

For your shit today,

So just send me on my way!"

She had stomped all around the table while singing until she had gotten to the throne and got close and put on her hands on her hips.

"Now tell me why I am here, why you have kidnapped me, and tell me now!"

The man on the throne smiled, and she could his pointy teeth poking out. Claire lost her nerve and got nervous. Everyone in the room began laughing with their pointy teeth out. She gulped, with sudden fear.

"Ya'll are....Vampires?" The laughter got louder and the double doors opened, the Prince and Nail entered. The Vampires stopped laughing.

"You'll have to excuse her, Sire, your son kidnapped Miss Claire on her prom night and expected her to be all lovey dovey when she woke up. This is the one he has been stalking for several months. "

"If that's true then he should have realized I'm in love with someone else..." Claire muttered to herself, but Vampires having a good sense of hearing, heard and laughed at the Prince.

"Father, I want her as my bride." Claire stared at the Prince, and muttered, "...But I don't even like his kisses." Claire mistook the Vampires laughter for the Princes confession, not at her comment. Who thought Vampires could laugh so much?

The Prince looked teary eyed and the King was trying not to laugh his butt off the throne.

"Well, son, looks like you'll have to find someone else, she doesn't want you. Another one...Oh bother."The Kings voice was very menacing even when he was in a laughing mood, which made Claire twitch. The Prince was hearing none of it and snapped his fingers, magically teleporting Claire into his arms.

"I want her, so she's mine..." The prince said while trying to wrap his arms tightly around her, but she shuffled out and ran behind Nail. "I'd rather marry this guy." Claire tried to defend herself.

However, she didn't realize that they were all being rather easy with her until that moment. Marriage to Humans is only an act that a Pureblood or a Noble can do, so it wasn't an entirely impossible idea.

"Well do you object, Sir Nail?"The King asked, and once he asked this, Claire looked suspicious as if her words had a deeper meaning than she had let on.

"Wait, I didn't mean...I.."

Nail interrupted her, " I don't object at all, Sire."

"I see," said the King. "Then you two are married."

Thankfully, Nail had placed Claire in his arms, or else she would have hit the floor because she fainted.

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A few minutes later in the Kings study,the King was alone with Prince Advarian and Nail.

"Son, your just going to have to accept that she didn't want to marry you. Nail was probably doing you a favor...."

"I was doing him a favor, Sire, trust me I had visions about this girl, and I think she may come to...."

"Shut up!" Advarian shouted. "I know you told me about your stupid visions about her slicing my head off, but you shouldn't have married her. I won't strip your title because you did marry her and I wouldn't want a bad life for her; however, you are no longer my second man, my friend, so go away."

"But before you do, Sir Nail, remember you will have to teach her mostly everything, have her enrolled in the school, and make sure things are taken care of in her dimension. Understand?" King Vincent said kindly.

" Of course, my Sire, and my Prince." He bowed and left the room.