Vampire's Love

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Becky's POV

I looked around my small room longingly as I am leaving my safe haven today. Though it hasn't been painted in a while, I love my room and I appreciate everything I have as I know how hard my parents work to provide for me. That's why I didn't run away till now. I wore a beautiful peach-coloured dress which my mommy bought for me. She helped me with my hair.

The day I thought would never come has arrived. I have hated them with a passion all my life. Now, I have to live with them. Even if it will be for a short time, I still couldn't fathom it. I have no right to reject it.

Why did the Vampire Council even select me after knowing my hatred towards their kind? That too to that monster Freen Sarocha Chankimha. She literally is the uncrowned queen of our world as people kiss the path she walks on. So, what's so special about her?

She's a pure-blood vampire. There are many pure-blood vampires but she and her siblings are the first descendants of vampires ever born in the world. They're more powerful and have special abilities. They can't be killed easily.

Vampires. Blood suckers. Humans are well aware of Vampire's existence and they're fine with them as long as they treat everyone equally. Equal? Nah.

The truth is that most humans long for power and be immortal. When a pure blood vampire lets you drink their blood, then you will become a vampire like them. Powerful and you won't age. You age every hundred years. So, one faction of humans are supportive of them including my parents while the other faction wants freedom that includes me.

I sighed and carried on with my packing.

"Becky, I can't wait to see you as a bride. Do you know how proud we are of you?" My mommy beaming with joy as she helps me pack my clothes.

"Even the president's daughter is not selected," said my daddy.

"Hubby, you forgot about men too. They were not chosen either."

"Yeah, honey."

"It's not a big deal. You're not this happy when I get a full scholarship for University of Essex," I pouted as my mom zipped my suitcase.

My parents just chuckled.

"Don't mess this up. I am serious, Becky. We can be powerful and wealthy if you're good," My mommy replied in a commanding tone.

"Make us proud, Becky,"said my daddy.

"Don't expect too much," I told them. They got angry and about to bash me but couldn't because of the ringing of the bell outside the house.

I ran to the door and opened it. Immediately, I was engulfed with a hug from my bestie, Irin. We've been friends since childhood.

"I will miss you, Becky. You are so lucky to marry with her," Irin said as she broke from the hug. She wiped her tears. "Call me often and stay in touch with me. If she misbehaves with you, let me know. I will kick her ass."

"It's possible you'll kick her ass," I replied smugly for which she pouted.

"Miss Rebecca Patricia Armstrong, your ride is here," a polite middle-aged man said as he opened the back door of the car.

I waved my parents and Irin goodbye as the car sped off the driveway.

Driving through the countryside, I had a little time to marvel at the magnificent scenery, the Chankimha property had to offer.

I saw a sign saying, "Chankimha Palace-20 miles" and had a tremor of fear go through me. I started checking things out as I got closer to the castle. Acres and acres of beautiful farmland covered in a lush green. It's a treat to the eyes, I wondered how many acres of land were theirs in this place as it looks dense like a forest. But the view was so beautiful, yet scary.

There was a shining lake that stretched out until it was no longer within my eyesight and trees which filled the banks of the lake and continued into an enormous forest, green grass filled with an infinite number of flowers. The sky was clear with only the warm sun in sight that was setting into dusk and a gentle breeze blowing my hair softly in small wisps.

The ride stopped and I looked up to see that we were already in front of Chankimha palace. The huge black grilled gates opened and let us in. I gasped at the sight of the building. It was absolutely gorgeous and huge, with rolling hills, which are very majestic and almost regal.

"We're here, miss."

I climbed out the car and looked around. There was a big fountain of water and a huge garden. A woman around 40 came to greet me.

"You must be Rebecca Patricia Armstrong. I am Gracy, the head maid here. You must be tired and hungry after the day so far. We have a room for you ready. All your clothes will be put into the closet by now. You can rest this afternoon and meet the guys and other girls later on. Freen is currently busy with other affairs at the moment, but you will meet her after dinner."

I walked with her. I hadn't realized how quiet the palace was ; it was silent. Only the sound of our heels pattering across the floor echoed in the halls.

"This is your room."

I had accidentally bumped into her as she stopped in front of the dark brown wooden door and pushed it open. She then said, "I hope you like your room."

My jaw dropped. She must be kidding! This is a room? It's the size of a house. The room was beautiful. Pastel purple walls, a white wooden bed with white canopy hanging all around it. There were two tables, one was against the wall in front of the bed and the other was just outside the windowed doors on the balcony.

I walked over to the doors and pushed them open. The view was amazing!

"It's beautiful!" was all I managed to whisper.

On the wall across from where I stood were two more dark brown, large double doors. I opened the one on the right. There were several racks and hangers that were filled with clothes. It's a freaking walk-in wardrobe.

I moved on to the next set of doors. I pulled them open. It was a common room. There were two enormous, ivory, elegantly designed couches facing each other and two more exactly the same that were meant for a single person to sit in.

In the middle of the couches was a smooth, dark, round coffee table adorned with an ivory lace doily in the shape of a flower. Three black goblets with a candle in each one sat in the middle of the table. A fireplace was on the right side of the room. At the very end of the room was one more set of dark brown, double doors. I opened it and found a restroom. It was large and huge!

I ran back out of the room and smiled at her. "It's wonderful!" I exclaimed. Though I don't want to live here, why not enjoy my stay here. I decided to enjoy the luxury it offers untill I leave. It's not everyday I get this lifestyle. Gracy walked away, leaving me alone.

I closed my door as soon as I could no longer hear her footsteps. I stared all around the room.

I don't want to be here, I want to leave but I can't do anything, even if I wanted to. I don't want to be a bride or the keeper for the matter. I hate their very existence. I don't know the first thing about being a keeper. I'm scared...all of this at once.

What if I don't have what takes to be a vampire keeper? What if I mess up? Being taken away from usual life and being shoved into this new life. This will be my new home, my life if she chooses me. I suppose I could grow accustom to it sooner or later. I sighed. Even I can't fool myself. I'm scared.