BRIDE OF DEAD [Vampire Love Story]

Chapter 1

Humans live only in moments when they are happy, otherwise they are dead walking in disguise. But in a world where happiness was long lost and dead rules, it became difficult to distinguish who is alive or who is dead.
My name is Elena Goldfield and this is my story of becoming Bride of Dead.

For centuries humans ruled this world however thirst never let them be satisfied. We always want to snatch happiness, that special moment of life, ripped out from others faces to plaster on our own and that lead to centuries of war. Un-conuntable death, and their fault was, they dared to raise their heads, they wanted to feel alive and never wanted to let go of the freedom to smile.

During late eighteen centuary when people were struggling for their rights, humans discovered that they were not the only one who desire to rule and everything changed.
Vampire, a name that just not only was the reason of terror errupted but they made humans synchronized together. That we are against an unknown power, an army of dead, animals who ripped the life out of you.

This was the time when humans cared for one another more than they ever did. They regonized the unity and emapthy that comes with survival. Vampires were naturally strong, they could crush our bones with just a little squeeze, smash our skull and left us gasping for life without any remorse. And I was born that time, when war of humans and vampire were fought, and that's when my mother looked at face and cried, her tears were heavier than mine, she hugged my father and told him, "She is cursed, we have to send her as soon as possible."

I'd no memory of my parents, perhaps that was only a dream that I saw whenever thunderstorm comes. It reminds me of my reality that my life was never better. That I was born in an era where people life is always on edge.

I grew up in church orphanage called 'Mount Carmel' it was a school for nun's, where girls learned how to live a life, properly. I was like any other orphan, lost, hungry for freedom and dilusional that maybe life has much to offer, that one day I would be so happy that my eyes would be blinded by smiles and laughter.

Our headmistress Mary was an old lady whose lips were thin like line, she hated girls who disobey and made sure they remember their mistakes by punishing them with broom stick. We made sure to not make eye contact with her.

Life in Mount Carmel was mundane and gray. We wake up exactly 5 a.m, pray, do chores, then went to school, we came back at 3 p.m, wash clothes, sweep foor until they were not a single particle of dust, and then we pray again. The only time we got for ourselves was night where no one was watching, and that's the most terrifing time, because mysteriously one of the girls always went missing the next day. We asked sisters and they always avoid this questions with 'They just run away or got job in rich household' as Mostly girls between 18-19, a resonable age to choose what to do with their life, however I never believed them.

One day I was sitting in class, the lecturer was repeating history lesson how we got in war with vampires and lost. We know it all by heart how, as the sound of words started to fade away my head turned toward glass window and I saw Jennet, a beautiful 18 year old girl, her beauty was envied by others and so her nature, she was the ideal our headmistress always talked about, and that was the first time I saw her eyes moist, her lips trembled and her body leaned forward as if she wanted to cover herself with a protective blanket. When recess bell rang, I rushed outside her image was gone.

I was 16 and curious, my mind was filled with vogue ideas and there was desperation to know everything, perhaps that's was the reason I started to payed more attention to Jennet, she smiled and laughed and even sing chores but whenever she was alone I saw her crying. I tried to approach her but she ran away everytime. The frustration made me angry, and I even tried to forget about it too, but then again the question 'Why would a beautiful girl like Jennet is unhappy?' made it impossible to gave up.

There was a time Jennet passed a smile towards me and I made excuses to take her help in homework to know her more. As study was something our sisters never decline I mademyself stuck with her.

"Thankyou for helping me." I said, hoping for her to talk more, but she just nodded.

When I room filled with awkward silence, I turned to look around room, it had nothing interesting, only a window, it was summer and my skin felt sticky so I reached to open the window further. As I leaned forward to push the window gate, my hand was roughly caught.

"You've it too?!" Her voice almost made me stubled, her big blue yes glued to my brown ones.

"W-what do you mean, sister?" I tried to remeber words, she pulled me and pushed my sleeves upward, and then my collar downward, her actions was rough.

I pushed her away, tears filled my eyes, "Please, I'll ever touch this window. Please let me go."

Her pretty face turned horrifed as her eyes laid on my neck, "There it is, the mark. You are cursed like me." Her hands were trembling, and she almost look hurt as if someone stabbed her heart.

My brows frowned, "I don't understand you, who is cursed? Why would you say that?"

A knock on door stopped us, whatever she was doing, whatever she knew, for first time I don't want to know, don't want to be part of it.

She looked at me carefully, her voice mere whisper, "Meet me in library, at 1 a.m". And then the door opened, Jennet didn't took time to even meet eyes with nun and walked out, left me scared and confused.