Fated To À Vampire

Chapter 1

"Send her to the dungeon. She deserves hell ! How dare she try to steal something from the king himself ? This is what you get if you dare disobey the empire" the Knight commander informed. 

Xena, stuck her tongue out at the clean-shaven baldheaded old man, which earned her a slap on her left cheek. Was that necessary? Absolutely no! But she just wouldn't listen. 

The torture didn't end there. With enough bruises on her body, Xena was again pushed to the ground making her mouth split blood. She knew she couldn't take it anymore. She for sure knew that she was gonna die. But whatever happens, she really wanted to die with pride. And that was the reason for that stupid smile and smirk plastered on her face, which earned her more pain.

Her hands were tied in huge ropes making her unable to feel those two upper limbs of hers. With blood oozing out from her knees, a tore T-shirt she wore, her unattended hairs and dried blood stains all over her body, her sight was really pitiful. But that twitched lips of hers, made sure to annoy every single individual in the palace. 

And that was why she was shown no mercy and was cruelly pushed into the dark dungeon in the palace. Rumors had it that a blood thirst vampire lived there. Xena was never scared of death. If this is gonna be her end, then so be it. She wanted to be gone long before. She wasn't surprised that she has met her end so soon.

The dungeon was really dark and she couldn't see a thing. The entrance had a single fire lamp and the more she looked t the interior, the more she started doubting her eyesight. She felt her head feeling dizzy and eyelids heavy barely opening. What is more? Will the vampire kill her if she was knocked off? It is gonna kill her anyways so without a second thought she laid herself on the ground and fell asleep.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Moments passed and the fire lamp was long gone when Xena woke up. She wondered if she was in heaven! Then she knew she must be in hell. But when she felt the nearby iron bars by her hands still laying beside her, which she felt before she fell asleep, she knew she was in the same place.

With prickling pain lingering in her knees, she carried herself and started moving. By feeling those stony walls by her slender fingers, she moved forward. She clearly had no idea about the direction she was walking towards but she didn't care. If she met the vampire on the way, she wanted to ask him the reason, why he didn't kill her earlier. Does he even acknowledge her presence?

She kept moving until she finally stumbled upon something and fell down. She placed her hands wherever she could and felt a hard log covered by a cloth? Was that a leg? She Xena gulped. Okay, so she was not scared of death but that doesn't mean she would not be scared by a dead body. She quickly retracted her hands. But then she felt that dead body move a bit.

"Oh my god! So, you're alive" she shouted and again started placing her hands over that figure. It was as if the person was leaning against the wall. She figured the area she placed her hands before was the person's thigh. Without a bit of shame, she started touching the stranger all over. She could tell the person was a tall male judging by the sharp physique she felt.

The stranger as if liking the situation he was in, let her have her moment. "Sorry to be rude, but I want to say something" she said her fingers intertwined between his hairs. "You hair is tangled"

A moment of silence followed and then she spoke again. "You know what, so does mine" she said and burst out laughing, her fingers trying her best to detangle his hair ever so gently.