The marriage was a month away. Everything was already organized. I already have my white wedding gown; it was hanging up in the closet. I glowered at it every time I saw it. The invitations were already sent, the large back yard was already being tidied up. The flowers were already blooming for spring. Different bright colours decorated the edges of the yard. Every morning when I walked around the yard I could smell the wonderful perfumes of the exotic flowers.
Today, everyone's busy. All the servants were packing up for their two week vacation and they were checking the castle, with a hundred rooms, if they were ready for the guests. Today, all our relatives from the Vilanin side are going to reunite. We were going to have a little get together; they brought their gifts for us for our wedding and their own food; including ours too. Tonight I was going to be turned. I was going to be a full Vilanin.
My uncle has decided that I was going to be the last, ending the line to me. That's why they delayed the wedding. I was supposed to get married two years ago. But they wanted me to enjoy my human life as long as I can.
Uncle and Carmilla greeted the guests by the door as they came in. From high noon till sunset, the guests kept coming in. Mother and father showed the guests to the room that they were going to accommodate.
About a hundred people filled the castle, including the 'food' that they brought with them. As the time of the night came, everyone filed in the spacious room under the castle, or the basement as some servants called it. The 'basement' was much bigger than the ball room upstairs. It was the biggest room in the castle. The area was brightly lit with candles that were scattered around the edges of the place. The tall candle stands took up most of the room making it hard to move around while trying not to burn anything. A large thrown that looked like a king's chair was standing at the very end of the room; behind the chair, a large red tapestry hanged down from the ceiling. It had the clan's emblem; a red dragon and a red phoenix both heads tilted up blowing fire. The fire crowded around the two creatures making a perfect circle.
The murmurs and whispers were stopped when uncle came out the entrance door followed by my parents and lastly, me. Uncle wore his suit, the one he always wore in these kind of ceremonies; a dark suit with a white shirt underneath, he also wore a red velvet cape. It flowed behind him as he walked gracefully. Father wore the same attire as uncle but with a black cape. Mother had a gown that didn't use much fabric than the rest of the other gowns; an off shoulder strap and what looked similar to a bodice, was outside instead of being covered by a top. Her skirt didn't have wiring to puff it. The skirt was straight down. She had her beautiful soft brown hair out. It smoothly flowed down her back to her waist, it looked like a small cape. I wore a completely different dress than my mother; I wore a Victorian dress that had small shining diamonds and other gemstones stuck onto the dress. It was kind of like the dress that my mother wore at the ball, but mine had more gleaming gemstones and the gown was a dark blue. The stones glittered as I passed the rows of candles.
Uncle sat down on the thrown; father stood beside him on the right while mother and I stood on the left. Everybody bowed down as uncle descended down to the chair; even the others, who weren't part of the family, bowed.
"Tonight," uncle's booming voice echoed around the room "my niece, my child, my granddaughter," his arm extended in front of me "born in the family of Vilanins; the name that my forefathers gave me and the name that I have given you all. I, Lorano, the father of you all and the very first human who turned into a creature. A creature of strength, power, speed, intellect, and beauty. A creature that some human call a vampire or the pale monster." he scanned everyone's faces. "Tonight, Christina Elizabeth, born under the name of Vilanin, will be a part of us. Today, she will be what she was born to be. She will now be a true Vilanin!"
The whole room echoed with the sounds of clapping as everybody applauded.
Uncle lifted his arm, his palm towards everybody. Soon enough, they all stopped. "My little dear Christina would be the last member of our family to be turned into a vampire. My legacy will end in her blood."
Whispers started to arouse slowly growing as talking.
"Silence!" uncle's loud voice silenced the crowd. "I have decided that it was time to quit. She will be the last heiress to my power. This family is getting bigger and bigger. I thought that this was the time to stop. It was also the time to retire. A week after today I will be resting in my coffin to a place that nobody will know. I will be sleeping until the right time comes to walk the earth again. I also give my full authority to Christina. After I leave, she would be the one taking my place." another burst of whispers filled the room. This time uncle did not silence them.
The last few sentences that uncle announced was a surprise to me. He was going to leave and the worst thing was that nobody will know where he would be buried. I would have to talk to him after this.
After a minute had passed, Carmilla came out from the door. She held a golden tray with both hands. On top of the tray was a golden goblet with rubies and garnet around it. The tray also held a knife, gold too, with the handle decorated with different designs. My gown matched the goblet and knife. Carmilla knelt down on one knee, her head bent down, the tray raised above her head.
Uncle took the knife and cut his wrist, father had the chalice under catching the blood. In a matter of seconds, the dripping blood stopped; uncle's wound has already healed. He put the knife back on the tray; father handed him the goblet filled with blood. Without any word or command I walked closer to the throne. I knew what I had to do; take the cup, drink the blood, faint, wake up, and be a whole new different person. I have seen this method so many times that I knew all the steps.
He handed me the cup, I tried not to breathe in the scent of the blood. I also closed my eyes so I wouldn't see what I was about to drink. My heart was beating really fast for the last time. This was going to be my last moment to be a human. I slowly lifted it to my mouth; the cold thick liquid flowed down to my tongue then to my throat. It tasted bitter and sour; I was ready to throw it all back out again when I felt a sharp pang in my heart. It was as if a knife was being plunged into it. My eyes flew open from the sudden pain. I heard a loud clang, a heavy metal dropping onto the floor, my head felt dizzy. I saw two images of father, his arms held out waiting for me to fall. Then darkness.