MARRIED TO THE VAMPIRE(ONHOLD)

Chapter1.1

"I would rather be at home dyeing my hair."

Blu Masterson peeked between the heavy red curtains that stretched two stories high. She searched for her bride, but no particular woman stood out amongst the huge crowd on the first-floor atrium of Landmark Center.

She saw that the room's inhabitants had divided, as if magnetic filings to opposite poles- vampires to the right , werewolves to the left.

But your hair is such a pretty color tonight."

Blu's best friend, Sabrina Kriss, smooshed her friend's thick bob with both hands and delivered her a glitter-frosted wink. "You're just nervous."

"Nervous? Is that what you call it? I'm marrying a freaking vampire, Bree. A vampire i've never met. A vampire i've been told is nine hundred years old. And in case you still missed the point- she's a vampire.

Bree rolled her violet eyes. She was sidhe, so did not relate to Blu's ingrained disgust for vampires. Faeries got along with pretty much all the various paranormal nations. Werewolves did not.

As far as Blu was concerned, vampires were vile, blood-hungry creatures. They needed mortals for survival, while the species wasn't worth her time.

Bree asked gaily,"what do you think Ryan-"

Don't say his name. Please, Bree. It'll only make the night more difficult to get through."

Blu bowed her head and wandered to the window. Tugging aside the curtain, she looked over the dark street outside.

She'd agreed to this idiotic farce of an arranged marriage to appease her father and pack leader, Amandus Masterson. "To show the werewolf nation we are capable of putting aside our differences and embracing the vampire nation," Amandus had proclaimed, but not without a wink.

Yeah, but he wasn't the being forced to marry a vampire.

And it was force.

When presented with the marriage proposal, Blu had staunchly refused. For weeks. She was a princess; no one told het what to do. That argument held little weight within her father's pack. Blu hated all tge Northern pack members. The only one she could tolerate was Ridge, her father's right-hand man.

And Ryan.
Don't think of him.

After the engagement had been inflicted, Blu had pleaded and pouted and even went on a hunger strike for two days, but she did love to eat, and self-denial was not her strong suit.

How she wish her mother was still around. Someone to stand on her side. Someone Blu could tuck her head against and sniffle out a few tears to. At the very least, someone who would nod encouragingly as Blu walked down the aisle tonight.

The door opened and a man poked his head inside the room. Blu stiffened and clasped her fingers together.

"There you are." Amandus Masterson crossed the room to her. The standard proud-father smile was absent from his long , drawn face . Blu would have been surprised had he shown her any sign of pride. He inspected her hair. "What is that ghastly color?"

She looked down, eyeing Bree surreptitiously. The faery had retreated to the wall, arms across her chest and eyes seeking anything but Amandus.

"I should have expected nothing better," he said grumpily. "Why must you always challenge me, daughter?"

"Challenge? I haven't said a word since you stepped in."

Blu had tried every trick in the book to convince Amandus she wasn't marriage material, until her father had threatened to have Ryan removed from her life. She should have protested more. But she never could find her strength in Amandus's presence.

And she knew what removed meant. Blu didn't want her lover harmed because she was too stubborn to play along with Daddy's game.

No doubt about it, this fiasco was a game.

She had her orders. And now the dread night had arrived.

"Here." He dropped a heavy ring onto her palm. " The jeweler delivered it moments ago. Don't lose it. And don't give me your disdain. Tonight you will not act as your mother so frequently did. You will do as you've been told."

Startled, Blu shook her head minutely. So rarely did he mention her mother. She wanted to grab him by the shoulders, shake him and ask him for more information. Her mother never did as she was told? Had she irritated Amandus, as well? Why had she left?

Persia Masterson had disappeared when Blu was eleven. No trace left behind , no trail to follow, completely vanished. And with the father/daughter relationship as impersonal as it was, Blu would never have the chance to learn the answers to her aching questions.

"The wedding march begins in five minutes," Amandus stated. "You've your instructions, Blu. Don't let me down."

" Yes, Father."

Jiggling the ring in her cupped palm, she waited until Amandus exited and closed the door before she exhaled and caught her shoulders against the wall behind her. Her heart raced and she winced ti realize how quickly her anxiety had shot through the roof.

"Remember," Bree offered as she approached. "It may seem the most awful thing to marry a vampire, but with your vows tonight, you will be leaving your father's house."

"Thanks, Bree. I knew you'd be the one to point out the good in this disaster. Tuck this somewhere for me, will you?"

The faery took the ring and sought Blu's bouquet among the tissue paper crumpled in the florist's box.

Clasping a palm about her neck, Blu couldn't decide which was worse- marriage to a vampire or remaining at the pack compound. Neither offered the freedom she desired.

So she would seek a third option, when the time was right.

Tonight she needed all the support she could muster.

She wasn't afraid of a creature because he or she was different. She'd accepted Bree; the faery was her bff. Years ago she'd had few witch friends. And her father had once dated a chaos demond; she'd liked her.

Moving in and playing wifey to a vampire? Bring it on. Just because she would sign the marriage contract did not mean she had to like her or go to bed with her.