The sun shone brightly outside the castle walls, hundreds of people were outside excited for the wedding of Prince Eric of Denmark and Princess Christina of Mullakia. Everybody in the castle was getting edgy for the big event. People running here and there fixing and checking stuff. The outdoor wedding couldn't be on any other date. This was the only day that was nice and sunny; enough to have a wedding outdoors.
Uncle Lorano was gone before my wedding day. I wish that he was here right now; he would be able to comfort me. Before he left, we had a private conversation. He told me clues where to find him, if I ever needed his help. Otherwise, not to disturb him at all; I was also told not to tell anyone about the clues they would need to find him themselves.
I looked anxiously out the window into the yard filled with chairs and flowers and people. People from Eric's side and people from my side. I went over to the table in the middle of the room. I filled a crystal cup with drink and drank it all down. I was being careful not to spill any on my white wedding gown.
"I cannot do this. I cannot do this. I cannot do this." I chanted to myself while walking back and forth, the pendant in my hand. "I don't want to do this."
A soft knock came to the door disturbing me from my train of thought.
The door creaked open, Carmilla came in unsmiling. She knew how I felt; being around each other for a very long time will have its effects. We two can somehow sense what the other feels and automatically, that's how the other feels. She knows how much I want to jump out the window and run away.
"You look beautiful, Christina." she said softly.
I timidly smiled without much feeling into it.
"Come on. Its time." she held out her hand to take mine. The bouquet that she was holding consisted of white roses. She held onto it until we got downstairs; father stood at the end of the stairs, he looked up at me. She pressed my hands around the bouquet squeezing them gently then kissing my cheek. Then she left to take her place as the bride's maid. Everybody was already in their seats waiting for the bride to come out.
Father looked at me proudly; his eyes glinting with happiness. It was the first time I have seen him so happy. He hugged me gently careful not to touch my overly done hair. "My child," he whispered "you are very gorgeous today. You look just like your mother."
As soon as he said that mother suddenly appeared standing beside him. She sweetly smiled at me before hugging. "Oh my little Christina. You are the prettiest girl that I have ever seen. I love you." she let go of me taking her place beside father.
"Darling, no matter what happens you know that we are there for you. We will always love you." father said.
I almost cried at his words. It was the very first time that I heard them say they love me. The tune of the piano played, I took father's arm, mother walked up first down the aisle then it was our turn. We slowly walked up to the front where the pastor and my soon-to-be husband stood.
This was the first time I saw him. I think that it was very hard for him too, marrying a girl that he has never met and doesn't love. We have never talked to each or even sent a note or message. I haven't even seen him at the ball last month.
Father took off my hand from his arm; keeping my hand in his, he handed it out to Eric. I stood beside him; father kissed my cheek before taking his seat.
As the pastor began to his words to start the ceremony, a scream came from behind us. Eric and I turned to see who it was. A horrifying image surprised us. One of my relatives from the Vilanin side was struck in the centre of his head with a silver arrow. The body fell off the seat becoming dust as it hit the ground. Soon after the incident, more arrows fell down from the sky along with daggers and Japanese shurikens; all made out of silver. One by one, people from the Vilanin ancestry vanished. Human people started to panic. They ran out of the way trying to dodge the incoming weapons. Most of them accidentally got hit by a weapon, killing them instantly. But their death wasn't like our people.
The Vilanins' when stuck, would burn before puffing out to black ashes. Silver was the one thing that could kill vampires. If it was struck in our bodies. We have never touched silver. They have never allowed it inside the castle.
Most of the vampires already fled. But the sound of screams tells me that we were surrounded. I knew exactly what was going on; it was an ambush and by the emblem carved onto the weapons, I knew who it was or who they were. The emblem on the weapons were the same one hanging down from my neck.
Seeing that there was no escape, some stood to fight, including my parents and Carmilla. The shower of flying weapons subsided. It was all quiet for a moment. They waited for their enemies to come; they were ready to fight for their lives. Eric stood protectively in front of me. He was trying to be gallant by defending me. He had drawn out his sword from its sheath. The poise of his body tells me that he was ready to strike.
I placed a hand on his tensed shoulder; he turned his head to face me; his body still faced forward. "Please, don't risk your life protecting me." I said "This fight is against my family and them."
"But I am part of your family now." he said a bit hurt.
I didn't plan to make it sound like that. I just didn't want to see him get hurt even if I just met him. He was right here in front of me risking his life to guard me; he also just met me. He has a future ahead of him. He has a country to run; he would find a better bride that would suit him. Maybe a one that he would love and would give his affections back. If he leaves now, he would be safe from the clash. They won't hurt him because he is a human. I saw them let a human pass through their packed fence.
"Please go." I gently pleaded.
He stood there thinking for a while then he put his sword back onto its casing. "Be careful." he said and quickly pecked me on the lips. He ran up to the very line of soldiers. Sure enough they let him through.
I ripped the gown on the side so I could move more easily. I was going to fight for and with my family. My nails grew to claws and my fangs popped out. They would be the only weapons that I have.