Chapter Three as promised!
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Part One:
*Unknown P.O.V.*
My head ached due to the sunlight pouring through the crack between the thick, heavy curtains. A hiss escaped from between my lips. I flew over and slammed the two cloths shut. I wandered off to bed and passed a wide body length mirror, without sparing so much as a glance towards my appearance. I knew what my exterior consisted of. Pale skin that gleamed in the moonlight and eyes that were dark blue, like the midnight sky.
My sharp eyes stole a glance of the alarm clock beside my massive bed. Only 9:30 a.m. and the wretched sun already hung high in the sky. My rising went unnoticed by my servants as I rummaged for a decent shirt. I swung my door open dramatically, sending startled cleaners running to the opposite end of my hallway. As I grazed past them they murmured their greetings, "Good morning, young master."
My mouth uttered no words, but with a glance over and a nod, they knew I had heard them. I strolled lazily throughout my prison. It was actually a lush and gorgeous mansion, but it felt as my own personal dungeon. Only myself, and the few brave servants who dared serve under me, resided here. Each hallway was gloomily lit with faint lighting. I didn't care much for the sun and had it distinctly blocked out with the finest black silk curtains money could buy. For me, money was never an issue, more of a luxury.
As far as any of the staff knew, I was deathly allergic to the sun, so during the day the blinds must always blot out even the smallest ray of light. My feet carried me gracefully into the kitchen where my favorite maid bustled about, creating a breakfast fit for me.
She beckoned for me to take my seat on the stool, beside the counter. My eyes closed as my ears honed in on the sizzle of bacon in a cast iron skillet. I eyed a crispy piece hungrily. My hand tried to snatch it out of the hot pan.
"Micheal! Stop right there," my hand halted, mid air, hovering slightly over the pieces of pig. A smirk displayed itself across my lips, "Make me." My fingers wrapped around a searing hot strip as I brought it to my face to be devoured. Emerald rewarded me with a hefty whack to the head. I yelped in pain, touching the spot tenderly.
"My warning was crystal clear," she shook her wooden spoon in my face. I swatted it away and she replaced it with a full plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. My stomach growled expectantly. Soon, it was stuffed full, and felt much better. I thanked her, and exited the kitchen, wandering about.
My mind flicked back to the object of my most recent thoughts, Brady. I growled inwardly, anger flooding my emotions. I remembered the day I last saw him, the memory haunted my dreams vividly. My back met the plush sheets of the bed. I grinned coldly, knowing exactly how I was going to exact my revenge.
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Who is this new character and why does he want revenge? Why is he allergic to the sun, but can eat normal human food?(No he is not a vampire) What is he planning? 0_o
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