"What of that moment when you realise you can count the months left to live on your right and left hand?
I always thought that death follows life.
Then how is it that death chases the dead?
Many creatures from the afterlife would give anything to ha...
The morning sun was beaming through my hut's tiny windows and directly onto my bed, in which I had been sleeping peacefully a couple of minutes ago. I groaned and turned onto my left side, facing my wall to try and shield my eyes from the early morning light. I stared at the brown-painted surface attempting to recall the dream I've had the night before. 'Theodore de Krew has actually been nice to me.' I thought sarcastically. Although I couldn't deny that it had been a nice dream. The Prince of Vampires even seemed to have taken some sort of liking towards me. And his smile... I began daydreaming about the heart-warming grin that he had been so keen on giving me all the time. If only I could go back to sleep and continue my own fantasy relationship with the Prince.
'A dream is a dream, get up and move on.' I scolded myself.
With that, I rolled over and forced my eyes to adjust to the light that began filling the entirety of my bedroom. I had many things to get sorted that day and laying in bed for hours on end trying to recall a dream was not one of them. Sighing, I sat up and stretched my lazy limbs. I almost froze entirely when I noticed the small stack of papers sitting atop my small, spruce desk.
I stood up slowly and shuffled over to the wooden piece of furniture to pick up the papers. My eyes slightly widened; the documents were nothing more and nothing less than the very documents I thought I had been dreaming about. The signature at the bottom was very clear; Sir Theodore de Krew, High Prince of Vampires. I tried to further wake my stalling brain and jog my memory to the day before. My dam of memories burst open and I remembered all too well, the look on Theodore's face when I had told him I wanted to be a Lone Vampire. The quiet message he had whispered to me moments before I had left the Palace. And quite embarrassingly, I remembered the moment I discovered the Prince's good looks, even if briefly.
What I thought to be innocent dreaming turned out to be a forgotten reality. I shook my head slightly and placed the documents back down on my desk. I turned around again and reached my brown oak wardrobe to pull on a green flowy dress with my thigh-high brown boots.
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I attempted to put my hair up into a neat hairdo but it seemed to have been as disoriented as I was. I settled for a somewhat neat heap of a bun instead and mentally prepared myself for the day that I was about to face, pushing aside all worries regarding the Prince.
My mother had business with the werewolves that morning and for safety purposes, Sol and I decided to tag along with her. She was an old lady who suffered a nervous breakdown after the death of my father. Quite often, she would depart into her own world and begin to say things that made no sense. Sol and I knew that more often than not, she was simply attempting to contact our father and so, we never disturbed her. As hard as it was to be a family of three women, two of which were daughters taking care of a psychologically disturbed mother, I always thought that we had been managing quite well.
