The wish: A short story

The wish

I hope you guys enjoy this I really love it and I'm super happy to share it. Should I make it into a book?

Long long ago in a world far far away, a story filled with magic and adventure and maybe happily ever afters took place. In this magical world lived the Windwards. The Winwards were the royals who ruled over the lands. They treated all their subjects with kindness and never was evil seen during their rule. This night the Windwards were celebrating the debut of their youngest daughter, Carie, and had an unpleasant surprise rolling their way.
Somewhere in between all the music and happiness, a huge thunderous storm flurried around all the land. The storm made the once bright blue sky into an unpleasant red as a blood moon showed through the huge windows that were the Winward's roof. The people, who just merely seconds ago danced the "night" away, stilled and gaped at the sight above them. In this mystical land, night had never fallen before so they would lose track of time and dance in the huge ballroom for days in bliss. Now panic was instilled in them as the blood moon looked as if it was smiling at them like a lion stalking its prey. The music died and the Windwards, not knowing what to do, ordered their guards to escort the people to the many rooms that made up the Windward Castle. Most people couldn't breathe or move at all, like statues, as the guards helped them to their rooms. The others fell to the floor, praying and pleading for a savior to come and help them. The guards looked at them with pity before taking them. After that, the Windwards left the ballroom and entered a room with a ginormous long wooden table. They all took their seats... but one remained empty.
Down a dreamlike hallway, with what seemed like clouds for walls and flowers for a floor resided a door. The door, much like the rest of the hallway, was huge and round and looked as if it belonged to a beautiful cottage instead of a castle. Through the door a girl was flung over her beautiful cotton candy bed within her also dreamlike bedroom. During the laughing and the dancing and much before the blood moon had arrived, Carie, had returned to her room for the day and was sound asleep. Carie despised parties and dreaded having to dance the "nights" away. Unlike almost everyone else who thought it to be magnificent. Carie felt as if things were just too perfect. Therefore the night before the party she wished upon a star she didn't know existed that things would change in this magical land. That thing would just be different. She would soon realize that she had made a grave mistake.
Away from Carie and back to the room with the wooden table, the Windwards feared that the blood moon would not be the end of their worries. They fought over what their next plan of action should be.
"Shall we just slay it? The moon I mean." One asked.
"No, how could we slay the moon." Another replied.
"How about we pray?" Someone else said
"How do you know it would work dimwit! It is clear no god is going to save us." A person threw back
"How do you-" the person was cut off when the person at the end of the table clapped his hands. The King. The rest of the family sat taller and looked toward him. He stayed quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before speaking. "We are fighting." He whispered solemnly and the rest of them gasped. The Windwards had never fought, in fact, nobody had. This magical land was perfect and amazingly good so naturally evil had fled far away from it. Now things were definitely different.
As the Windwards sat with the news that had befell upon them a scream shot through the room and the bright yellow door fell down before them. They stared in horror as an amazing tall young man stood at the door. His hair was as black as ink and his eyes as red as blood. His sickeningly pale skin and chiseled jaw looked odd against his long hair that framed his face, falling all the way down to his waist. His clothes were bloody, primarily because of the knight who was guarding the door now dead and his head in his hand. He looked at the Windwards before drawing his attention to what they were staring at. The head. He let it go and it rolled and rolled and rolled to the foot of one of the Windwards and everyone screamed.
"Silence!" He yelled sternly and as if in a trance all noise ceased to exist in the room. They all still stared at the head that had somehow made its way on the table through all the chaos. Although when the man stepped forward their eyes snapped to him. He stared intensely at each one of them as if looking for something or someone.
With what seemed to be lighting speed he reached the table. The room was still silent as he lifted his hand and rapped his nails against the table. His nails were long enough that he could tap the table without actually touching it. He did this as the Windwards waited and waited and waited and-
"Are there any more of you?" He asked. They remained silent. They didn't want him to know about Carie's existence in the case that he tried to hurt her. At one moment he was at the end of the table and at the next he had his teeth plunged into one of the Windwards neck who was beside him. Some gasped, some screamed, and most looked away as tears slid down their cheeks. This man was a vampire.
When he was done drinking from the now lifeless person he took in their countenances he laughed. He threw his head back and laughed at their misery and despair with the blood of their now deceased running down his mouth. When he was done he smiled an evil smile void of any happiness and looked at them amused before speaking.
"When I ask you a question, answer. Next time I won't be as merciful. Instead I will gouge your eyes out and pluck your nails from your fingers before carving your heart out of your body." His amusement faded and he raised his eyebrow at them.
"So do you have any other family members?"
"Yes," The king spoke up, "Yes. Her name is Carie." The woman on his left, with a similar crown on her head, shot him a glare and if looks could kill he would've been six feet deep right then.
"Carie." He tasted the name on his tongue. "Sounds about right." The vampire shrugged before striding to the now very broken door. Before he could leave the king spoke up again.
"Why are you doing this?"  This caused the vampire to pause. He looked back at the man before grinning horribly yet again.
"I don't need a reason. I wanted to, so I did. You may believe the world is a happy wonderful place, but it is not. The world is full of people like me who make people like you suffer because they can. Now make yourselves useful, humans, and get ready for the feast." This time when he left he didn't look back.
Back in the lovely dreamlike bedroom Carie stirred from her slumber when she heard screaming from outside her bedroom window. She rushed over to her window and threw the shades open to find darkness. She gasped and stumbled back, she did not realize below the night sky vampires were violently killing the people of her land and feeding on them. She fixed her dress that she was still wearing from the party and rushed out of her room. Only when she opened her door the once magical and beautiful hallway was one of stone, cold, and darkness. She gasped as she took in the sight. Her home was no longer her home but that of something darker and more sinister.
She ran through the castle and when she finally reached the ballroom she had a whole new set of questions that needed to be answered. The ballroom was no longer the beautiful enchanted forest ballroom she had danced in all her life, it was a murder fest. All throughout the ballroom people were being hunted by hungry, thirsty, blood eyed men. Carie was so spooked by the madness happening in her own home she turned to flee to her room once more, but when she turned around a large young man who oozed out danger was before her.
She halted and met his blood red eyes like the men in the ballroom. Thus, she promptly looked back down before trying once more to leave. She didn't take one step before the man had grabbed her wrist. Carie screamed and thrashed trying to shake off the man but he did not budge but said instead.
"Do not fear me, gold. After all, you have summoned me here."
She instantly stopped and looked into his eyes once more. She had not a single clue what this man meant but she stayed to hear the rest.
"Do you not remember? You wished things would be different here and I heard you. At the same time I had wished the same thing. I believe that is called fate." He told her with a smile dancing on his lips.
" I might've wished for that, but I would never want this for anyone, especially  my own people." She stated softly as tears ran down her face.
"That might be true but a wish is a wish and if you do not give any specifics then it can be twisted in any way imaginable," He replied "There's nothing you can do now to change this." His smile changed from shyness to an indescribable evil that made the hair on Carie's neck stand up.
"I thought you might react that way and since I have no means to murder you since you have led me to such a wondrous place I have a proposal for you. Become an assassin for me, gold."
"No." She replied instantly. She would never help a horrible man like this one, yet when she met his gaze again she wished she had just agreed.
"I know just the thing that would make you change your mind." He started off into the ballroom and motioned for Carie to follow him. She didn't want to but she feared there would be consequences for not obeying. He led her past all the crazy men to the thrones. There her family, all dressed in white, sat on the thrones taking in the devastating sight before them. Carie's heart froze as soon as she knew why he had brought her here, although before she could speak all of her family members were dead. Two round bite marks in each of their necks.
After he was done he looked at her waiting, questioning her. Wondering if she would yet again say no. She had realized at that moment that he was a vampire. The silence stretched on for what seemed like forever before-
"Okay. I'll do it." Carie whispered softly. She then let out a bloodcurdling scream as his fangs suddenly sunk into her neck. This is where our story begins.
When Carie awoke the next whatever. There was no way to tell time when instead of always day it was always night. She realized she had become a vampire. At first she had been disgusted with herself and wanted nothing more than to be in the grave with her family but Ronan, the ink haired vampire, would not let her do so. He said that there was no use in turning her into a vampire for her to just up and pass away. She also did not know how to kill a vampire.
Days turned to weeks turned to years. The clock ticked and ticked and ticked as the years went by with Carie as Ronan's assassin. She followed his every word in fear he would take away the state which she now learned to like. This day was no different. Or maybe it was...
Carie waltzed into the now desolate throne room that once was a whimsical ballroom. Her footsteps thudded off the cold stone walls as she made her way to the gold throne in the center of the room. The throne was adorned with skulls of humans that Ronan had killed and the plush part of the chair was coated in thick red blood. Her family's blood. She believed it was mainly a reminder to her that she could easily become like her family. Dead.
When Carie was a few feet away she kneeled down on a knee and looked down at the ground, her sword scraping the ground as she did so. At first, years ago, Carie was amazed that the once magical castle was now so cold and lonely. She could not believe that just in a few hours the whole castle could become stone and sticks. She guessed the magic went away as the light faded from her people's eyes.
"Gold," Ronan started and she audibly sighed. He called her Gold because apparently her wish had come to him in a Gold spark. He ignored her displeasure and went on.
"I have another job for you. This family across the lake, the Vikers, do you remember them?" She nodded. She had remembered that after the fall of the Windwards they were one of the seven remaining families. Instead of being killed by the Vampires they had betrayed their former rulers by submitting to the vampires. Carie thought this should've angered her, but she had done the same.
"Good. I believe I have gone too easy on them. They have decided not to pay their dues this month and promise they will next, but I asked for them this month not next." He tapped his long fingernails against the arm of his throne before plucking a skull off of his throne and inspected it.
"At first I thought that maybe I should just kill all of them, but that would be too easy. Instead I want you to kill their youngest son and bring me his head. I had high hopes for that one, I believe that he would make a good soldier, but actions have consequences." He sighed, acting as if he truly cared that he was going to kill the poor boy. He didn't. A guard appeared next to him and started to speak, but no words came out. Carie looked up to find a huge hole in the guard's chest. His heart was missing and in the hands of Ronan. Most would run off in fear but Carie had learned his violent temper early on.
"I truly hate when they don't listen. It makes me have more blood to clean up. They should at least be human so I would want to actually eat them." By me he meant the many people he had as servants. He shrugged before dismissing Carie.
Hours later Carie was ready to carry out her job. She changed into a black cloak to help conceal herself under the ever dark sky. She shoved her sword in a pocket in her cloak and made her way to the boy.
When she had arrived at the house and peered through the window into the bedroom of the young child, she felt her lungs constrict in her chest. There he was that young boy in his little bed as his mother read to him a bedtime story. It reminded Carie of her parents and how every night they read her a bedtime story. She instantly knew that she couldn't do the job. She had killed hundreds of people in the last four years for Ronan, but this was different. How could she brutally murder such innocence? How could she watch as the light in his eyes dimmed until the light no longer existed? How could she hold his head in her hands and live happily as he couldn't even become into adolescence yet? How could she kill something that reminded her so much of what life used to be?
Carie debated with herself for only a moment more before fleeing from the sight and back to the castle. She knew Ronan would be mad, but she would deal with him when she got there.
Carie didn't even step a foot into the castle before she was dragged to the throne room. The guard opened the doors, threw her in and quickly shut it back. By the look on their faces before the door shut, she knew she was in big trouble. Ronan sat as he was earlier on his throne, but no longer was the body of the guard he had killed there. Carie walked to the throne as she did hours ago, but this time she did not kneel. She wanted to show him she wouldn't tremble in fear because of him.
Ronan stared at her, displeasure written on his face. In his hand instead of a heart was a beautiful wine glass that contained blood and not wine. He stood silently and walked in painfully slow circles around her. Although Carie still stood her ground.
"Why is it that you are not holding a young boy's head right now?" He asked skeptically
"Well-" She started
"Actually I think I know why," he cut her off, "I had someone follow you and they told me that you did not kill the boy. In fact you didn't even try." Before Carie could say anything else he was in front of her and an ice cold hand wrapped around her neck and brought her off the ground. She struggled and pulled and tugged against Ronan's tight grip on her neck, but he did not ease up.
"Carie, do not think that just because I more or less favor you, that you can do whatever you please. You have gone too far this time and if you do it again I will not think twice before killing you." He watched as her eyes started to dim and she stared back. She stared into his crimson eyes and tried to hold onto her air. As soon as her vision went dark he dropped her. She clutched her chest as she fell to the ground gasping for air.
Ronan paid her no mind as he clapped his hands twice and a guard came in at lightning speed.  Carie slowly regained her breath and looked up to see a horrid sight. The guard had a plate, with the same child she was supposed to kill, head on it. She tried her best not to gasp at the sight but instead looked back at Ronan as a tear slid down her eye.
"It's okay Gold, don't be upset. He was merely a pawn in my huge game of chess." Ronan lowered to where she was on the floor and wiped her lone tear with his absurdly long nail and with an evil grin. Carie quickly pulled away from him and ran to the door.
"Carie?" Her feet stopped and she turned around to face him again. He still wore his cunning grin before saying.
"Remember I am your creator and you are my creation. You need me. Without me you are nothing. Do not test my patience again Carie, unless you would like to be with your family, dead." Carie pushed the doors open and fled to the graveyard, his laughter following her through the castle.
At the graveyard she sat at her family's graves and spoke to them as she usually did. Though this time something was different. As she spoke she felt as though something or someone was listening. She surveyed the area before she saw it. Her family was right there in front of her, but they were... see through. She gawked at them in fear and happiness. She thought she was imagining things so she rubbed her eyes, yet they were still there.
"Hello Carie." One said. She screamed as loud as she could and even the ravens flew away. "Do not fret," Another said, "We want to help you." She quitted screaming and listened to them.
"When we had died we turned into spirits. We wanted to contact you but we thought you were too far gone with the vampires. When we saw you today, though, you were different. Therefore we want to help you slay the vampires." Carie just laughed. There was no way ghosts were going to help her murder hundreds of vampires. When she thought about what her life once was, she stopped.
"Okay, let's do it." She agreed. Let's see. Hm. The way this story ends is rather boring might I say. Carie of course, as most protagonists do, found a way to kill the vampires and with the help of the ghosts, spirits, family things she did. Blah blah blah blah. In the end she lived  as the human queen, you knew she wouldn't stay a vampire, of her now once more always day, very magical land. She lived happily ever- oh? It seems not. Though she believed all evil was gone, vampires aren't easy to destroy. Evil lurked in the midst of the castle walls waiting for it's time to strike. The, definitely not, end.