A/N- Finally :) chappie five!Enjoy!:)

I sat, my ears ringing with the words that dripped off Chris's lips; you don't know what it does to me. The letters that formed from Livy's mouth; and yet too many questions, that I knew no one would answer. This was it; I had blew my chances once and for all. The Queen had it all wrong; I wasn't cut out for this type of work. I wouldn't put up with this; being ordered to fall in love with Chris. This wasn't how love was supposed to work. Somehow I guess I had known all along; that one day I would be betrothed to the one person who had to hate me, or go against everything I wanted to do, or both.

"I took the liberty of explaining Chris's and your arrangement. To put it frankly he isn't the least bit pleased," spewed Livy. I nodded along to her voice, pretending I actually registered the truth that she was telling me. I acted like it mattered; that I cared that he was upset, and that nothing was going my way. Just look at me. I'm acting like I'm five again, when mother and father said I was too young to get the pony that I had always dreamed of. All my sisters had them. Later they regretted it though, and so would Chris; though it wouldn't be for the same reasons. My parents regretted it, because I never went outside, never left my room, and never wanted to join anything. Unlike my sisters who joined everything, loved everyone, and were adored by all. Chris would wish he hadn't done any of this, because I would be as stubborn as ever. And that was that; decided. Over. Done. End of story. Period.

"Come down to my room and I'll help you get ready," encouraged Livy. I solemnly followed. I let Livy dress me in a Cerise gown. I allowed her to painfully brush every last tangle out of my hair. I wouldn't go along with the fact that she would push me into dancing with Chris. I accepted the fact that I would have to be wed to him, have a child with him, and spend the rest of my life with him. But right now I would not be pressed to him, hold his hand, and dance with him; like we even tolerated each other. It just wouldn't be done.

"Hurry," pushed the King's niece. She had been trying to coax me to the ballroom all afternoon. I, however, did not want to see the horrible place where my life would take a turn for the worse. I wouldn't do it before I was forced to. I couldn't. I mustn't. For the sake of my sanity.

I knew that there would be far too many people in the ballroom after the dreadful event started. People who I didn't even know existed would show up, and congratulate me. As though they cared, and were happy for me. That would be complete lies. They didn't, no one did. That's what made me the angriest. No one cared for me. Jennifer, Livy, King Clavic, Julia, and everyone else cared for Chris. That's why they went to all this trouble. I wasn't asked how I felt about being introduced to someone under the worst circumstances. Having to find out that my life was over from my sisters on a ride to the castle. My worst nightmare and new home were the same thing. This horrible fantasy had become a reality.

"Welcome," I was greeted by the butler, one of the many. He took my shaking hand in his cold clammy one, and led me to the red carpeted steps of the ballroom. It was filled to the maximum; people arriving almost every second. I was to be the last introduced, to make an entrance to show that I could handle the crowds and the whispering subjects; and keep my head held high.

"Introducing Lyna Aura Kindle, Son of Clark and Mary Kindle."

That was it. Breathe. Take a step forward. Don't look down. Repeat the process. No one clapped like they did for all the others. No one moved. They were frozen. Jaws hanging open. A few sentences managed to escape some. The;

"Who is she?" and

"I'm so much more important," or

"Chris could never fall for her," ending in

"She's beautiful."

I kept my expression stony and cold. Don't cry. Don't move your lips. Stay in your pattern. I probably looked insane. Like I was thinking too hard or not thinking at all. My feet hitting the floor pierced the silence. Everyone breathed and looked away. The music began, and people swept up partners.

"May I have this dance?" Inquired a handsome fellow from behind. I looked back to meet his gaze. He was only a few inches taller than me, not even close to Chris' height, featuring curly blonde hair, and purple eyes. I nodded my head, as he spun me around.

"I'm Jacob, Jacob Clavic," alleged the man.

"Lyna," I returned. He smiled at me, as he took me into another turn on the dance floor.

"I don't think a soul doesn't know who you are, but I know that you're Chris' fiance," he smirked.

"Shhhhhhhhh," I told him. If I didn't hear it, it couldn't be true. I closed my eyes for a few minutes then opened them, feeling new again, like I did every time I took a moment to forget about Chris, and his terrible antics.

"I hate to sound rude, but why are you dancing with me? Isn't that Chris' job?" He chuckled and dipped me.

"I hoped that you wouldn't notice," I replied, "Chris just happens to be...busy... at the moment, he should be back soon. I hope." Jacob shot a glance at the door that remained closed. Great, more questions for me to ask. None of them answered. Not like I had gotten any answers from the beginning anyways.

The people around us grew quiet. Things were finally slowing down as everyone stood in a circle, gaping. A stormy figure emerged into the room. Running up to his father he seemed to be talking to him in a hushed tone. Chris turned to scamper away, but the King gripped his shoulder.

"Everyone, my son."

The crowd of people cheered. They smiled. They laughed. Some of the women even suppressed a sigh of adornment. I held back from vomiting.

"And...His newly betrothed...Lyna Aura Kindle!"

The group went from happily cheering, and rejoicing amusement, to sudden silence. I guess I was unfavorable. I was used to that fact. I had been since I was six and I realized that my older siblings had the upper hand in everything.

Chris didn't say anything his eyes flashed. Then without a word he ran out of the room. Whispers were present amongst the assembly. Tears rimmed my eyes, as I took off. I couldn't be in that room anymore. I raced through the castle; weaving through the halls, around corners, at last running up a large set of steps, and pushing open a door.

I ended up in a room I've never seen. Not that I have seen a lot of this castle anyways. The room was all black except for one candle that illuminated the room. Chris. His blood shot eyes, with ruby red pupils, and dark black irises. The way he was hunched over the girl in front of him. His eyes connected with mine for a brief moment and I knew why he stayed away from everyone. His lips dripped a scarlet substance, and the room smelled metallic. His mouth hung open his two upper canines a good three inches long. I was immobilized with fear. Vampire. The only idea that was present in my head at that point. The look in his eyes; I couldn't place it. Just the words that flowed off his lips.

"LEAVE! NOW!" I took that time to stumble backwards, and flip around to get out of that room. As I reached the center of the room when he groaned,

"I'm a monster," in such a harsh way against himself, I felt bad. He wasn't just a horrible man after all; he had at least some feelings. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around. That was something I never should have done. It was no more than three seconds when Chris tackled me at inhuman speed, and had me pinned against the floor.

A/N-Okey dokey all done! Until the next chappie!

-Rosey (^.^)

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