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"Clarissa!" I call as I stumble inside. I walk down a hallway to the kitchen.
"What?" She calls back. I walk inside the kitchen. The kitchen was a white and black tile floor room, with a fridge, and normal black shelves.
"Do you have any left overs?" I ask leaning on a counter.
"Of course? Why? I thought you went hunting tonight." Clarissa still hadn't turned around. Clarissa's curly black hair tied in a messy bun.
"I-I...um...well" I say think of how to explain the fact that I didn't get to feed and I had a fight with a Lunrea, without Clarissa's mother coddling.
Unfortunately she turned around. "Chica!" One of these days she is going to blow my ear off with her screams. "What happened?"
"Shhh!" I shush her and grab her hand. "I'm fine, I didn't get to feed and I ran into some trouble." I say looking down at the shorter woman. Clarissa was about 5'1,she had light brown skin and curly black hair. At the moment Clarissa was wearing a red dress and a white apron.
"Was it Lunrea trouble?" She asked in her accent turning away from me.
"They had the Lunrea crest."I said as I sat down, groaning. Clarissa opened the fridge and got out a glass of red liquid.
I smiled as I drank the liquid. It tasted so good. It's like when mortals haven't had water or their favorite drunk and then they finally drink it again. I felt my wounds slowly heal. It hurt as the skin reattached on my arm and leg.
I sighed in content.
"Thank you!" I say smiling. My fangs extended.
"Your welcome chica." She says smiling motherly at me. "You should go get dressed before your highness sees."
"Good point." I say grimly. I got up and smiled. "Thank you again"
"Go," she makes shooing gestures at me. I smile and walk out of the kitchen. I start up the beautiful stairs.
The main area which I limped past was huge. It had the classic huge chandler and a main stair case that was fit for any king. Unlike most the Decor was a bit more morbid. The walls may have been white but the paintings were all red. Most showed the Vladmets in combat or some other bloody ordeal. The main area was beautiful bit it lacked the beauty of home touches. No tables with pictures, no portrayed of us happy, no anything. The room was just so grim. I suppose that is how it is supposed to be. As I walk up the stairs I start to feel much better thanks to the blood. I got to the next floor and I started down a corridor that would take me to my area.
Again luck seemed to hate me. I saw his highness walking towards me talking with some as steamed guest. 'Shit' think to my self. As the figures approach I put my back to the wall and just hoped that they didn't see me.
"Arabella!" I voice calls out. I cringed.
"Hello." I say bowing my head and courtsining. The esteemed guest stopped in front of me. I looked at Count Willhelm Paris. He was about a few years older than me. He had blonde hair and blue gray eyes. He was dressed in a black suit that fi this body well. He was kinda attractive. That's a lie, to most girls he was Very attractive. He didn't do much for me though.
"Count Paris, this way." His highness says. Guiding Count Paris away. I looked as the tall blonde figure of Count Paris, and the smaller, black haired king walked down the hall and out of sight.
I sighed in relief. I rush quickly down the hall. Once I reach the oak doors encrusted with metal detail, I opened them and shut them quickly. My room. Finally I felt realitivly safe. I ran and flopped down on my bed.
My bed is a bed, not a coffin, a bed. It's a rock hard mattress but has soft and comfterble blankets.
"I'm so hungry..." I whine to myself. True I had fed but 1, that was only to heal me and 2, I am a teenager, I get hungry.
I sigh and look at the canopy of my bed. I got up cringing and groaning as I did so. I walked to my huge oak dresser and picked out a huge shirt to go to bed in. I quickly striped out if my shirt, which now resembled scraps of cloth and my now mud and dirt stained jeans. I tossed of my boots and socks before I jumped into my bed. I quickly get into the shirt and crawl into bed. I close my eyes after pulling the blankets over my shoulders. I consent rate quickly on my breathing. I wanted to stall. Stall is like what humans call sleep. It stalls our time. It's like hibernating but that's for animals. I quickly settle into stall.
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"Miss! Miss!" I here a voice call, it's sweet and kind.
"I'll do it." I here another voice says. 'Oh no!' I quickly try to wake up. I open my eyes as I am pushed out of bed and I hit the floor.
"Chase!" I groan and scream at the same time. I hear him chuckle. I get up from the floor and face him. Chase is wearing a white button up shirt with black pants. His dirty blonde hair slicked back.
"Don't you look nice." I mutter.
"Good morning." He was trying not to laugh again.
"I hate you." I say turning around and walking into the bathroom. I relished why he was laughing, my hair was a mess.
"Why didn't you tell me!" I whined brushing it quickly so it didn't look like a tornado hit it.
"I was going to but..." He was laughing now. "It was so funny."
I groan. After it finally looks realitivly good. I turn to face him.
"Why did you wake me up?" I ask crossing my arms in front of my chest.
"Your highness says to hurry and pack, we leave in one hour." He says. I look at him confused. "You forgot didn't you." I give him another blank stare. "Your other cousins ball." He says with a clear subtext of duh.
"Shit!" I swore and ran into my room.
"Why didn't you wake me earlier!" I shout at him. Chase just chuckled behind me.
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WerewolfI knew from the minute I saw him, I knew. He was my other half and I was his. We were screwed. ~•~••~•~ Arabella Vladmet was just trying to prove to the world that her fathers brutal death was not in vain. Arabella never expected to find her "mate"...
