You watch your mother give Ell a sickly sweet smile, teeth bared in all their fearsome glory. Ell recoils slightly beside you, shifting closer to your warmth.

"It is a pleasure meeting you, my dear. Mircalla, why have you hidden this lovely girl from me?" Here she pauses and considers Ell's slender frame, eyes alight with hidden malice.

You take this opportunity to stand in front of Ell, blocking her from view.

"I only met her today. Please pardon my lateness," you quickly lie, and then add in a low voice, "she is not the one."

You hear Ell open her mouth to protest your words, but you slightly shake your head, praying she is paying attention.

"I forgive you, Mircalla. Why don't you invite Ell to our estate for the ball tomorrow? I hope a lady of such deportment will honor us with her presence." Mother inclines her head slightly in Ell's direction.

You know you cannot do anything. That you are powerless in front of Mother, a vampire who has lived far longer and killed far more than you have. But that does not stop you from trying.

You suddenly pull Ell into your arms and sprint through the green tunnel, back to the palace. The wind drowns out Ell's screams as she beats at you with her fists. You hardly feel her blows, concentrating on weaving through the fruit trees in the eastern palace garden. Your plan is to lose yourself in the crowds at the main palace before sending Ell away in a carriage. Mother would not have time to look for her before the sacrifice tomorrow. She would be safe.

Surprisingly, you do not hear sounds of pursuit. That is ominous. Mother must have another trick that you are unaware of. But there is no time to stop and think. You need to spirit Ell away.

You finally reach the wrought iron gates guarding the gardens. Faint strains of music played by the string quartet reach your ears. You carefully set Ell on her feet, steadying her with one hand as you push open the gate with your other. The royal guards jump to attention as you lead her through the back entrance of Schönbrunn.

"Be quiet and do not stop," you order, hurriedly smoothing down your gown and dusting off Ell's dress before emerging into the warm chandelier light.

"Mircalla—," she tries to say, but you cut her off, towing her behind you as you step into the hall.

"Not now!" You don't mean to sound so harsh.

Quickly navigating through thick throngs of Austria's elite while keeping an eye out for your mother is a difficult task, especially when half the eligible men at the ball try to speak to you and Ell. But you glare and they eventually learn to leave you two alone, turning their attentions to the hundreds of other young women milling about.

Inching past lacquered walls and countless paintings of the rulers of Austria, you finally walk out of the main doors and into the night air. The sky has cleared. Carriages stand waiting, ready for their owners. You find an empty carriage for hire and pay the driver well to keep quiet and to take Ell straight home. He touches his hat and dismounts from the driver's box to open the door.

"Come, he knows where to bring you." You turn to help Ell into the carriage.

But she is standing several feet away. Distant.

"Ell, you need to leave. Now." You become impatient, holding out your hand.

She finally looks at you and the expression on her face freezes your heart, turning it dead once more.

"Ell?"

Silences are dreadful.

"What are you?"

The fears you tried so hard to quell rise up in your throat until they choke you, fill your lungs until they drown you. You cannot bring yourself to lie anymore.

"A vampire."

She stares at you like you are some sort of insect, a cockroach on a spotless white floor. So different from the shy, love-filled glances you two shared over the past few months.

"Get away from me."

You thought she might tell you that upon knowing what you are. But the shock still floods your body, immobilizing your limbs.

She takes a half a step back.

You gaze at her.

"Stone cannot love flesh."

Mother steps out of the carriage. The driver helps her down until she is standing on the soaked ground. Ell gives a frightened gasp and instinctively moves closer to you, fingers reaching out to intertwine themselves with yours.

But you don't move.

Not when Mother slaps Ell across her face.

Not when Mother tosses her into the carriage.

Not when the carriage drives away.