The Vampire king And The Marked Witch

Chapter nine

Mia

Tears threatened to prick on my eyes as I shook her body. Blood was coming out of her mouth as her hands slowly let go of my own.

She was sick, her death shouldn't have hurt me. She wasn't the best mother in the world in fact if the was a trophy for the worst mother of the year everyone would know she deserved it even me her daughter. But her death was least of my worries, she couldn't die and leave me to inherit her bills, job and god knew her title.

The smell of cigarette filled the room—smell of dead rats. It wouldn't take time before they came looking for her. But I felt too numb to move and run for my life. I just stared at her dead body in resentment even when she's dead she made my life a living hell

Two big men pushed the door open. They looked at my mother and me before they looked at each other for reassurance.

“No, you can't.” I whimpered as they came to me.

“Help!” I hollered as one of them took me into his shoulder.

I woke up shaking with fear, anger and resentment. The dream had hunted me since I can remember but now I was no longer the daughter of a sex worker.

They should've stopped haunting me but they didn't. Every single time they reminded her of who I am. The daughter of a sex worker!

Something I would never run away from.

I shifted uncomfortably on the double bed, the room was too sophisticated and modern that it felt unrealistic. The walls painted in the perfect shade of royal blue and everything looked so royal and expensive like it was put there just mock me.

I always dreamed of owning a room like this but now if given a chance to live in a motel somewhere in the town. I would cherish every moment and even happily donate my blood to the bugs but no I was stuck here in this princess bedroom with guards and camera's everywhere.

I should that here I wasn't called the daughter of the sex worker just that I was called the sixth moon. Only god knew I hated titles more than anything they came with specialities that afflicted my life.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I didn't bother to bath or change my night dress. Vanessa my personal helper, her words not mine would disagree with me making my self representable.

I opened the door and the guards were there looking awake as ever as if they didn't spend their night guarding my door.

“Where are you heading?” barked the bodyguard looking scary as ever.

“I need some fresh air.” I squealed hating him for making me feel like that.

“With whose permit?” he asked

“Mine! Now back off Bob, you're scaring the poor girl.” shouted Vanessa's voice

I peeked at her under Bob's shoulder. She stood there looking as confident as ever. I couldn't keep up with Vanessa's energy even if I tried. The girl carried her body like it's made from feathers.

She pushed Bob aside with her arms which looked so fragile against Bob's huge frame and opened the door before dragging me in and quickly closed the door.

“Where do you think you're going?” asked Vanessa

“Like I said. I wanted some fresh air.” I said and sat on the bed.

“You wouldn't think about running away, would you? Because if you did the guards would find you before you could see the sunlight and you could kiss this room goodbye.” she warned

“I wouldn't even think of it.” I told her truthfully

“Good, now take a bath. I will look into your closet.” She said with big grin.