The devils pet kitty

The prophet

"Welcome Stefan"

I was in the ballroom, where the ball was about to take place. The large room was vast with floor to ceiling windows. Like that you find in churches. The walls had sculptures carved into it and the high ceiling had chandeliers that held candles. At the end of the room opposite the carved wooden doors was a throne made of gold with a deep red fabric thrown over it as if running down the centre of the chair.

I turned towards the voice, an elderly woman stood there smiling, her long silver hair flowed down her back. And her grey eyes suited her. She was about 5'5 and quite thin, yet i could see she was once beautiful. She wore a long silver dress that went to the floor, it covered her arms and throat, exposing no flesh at all.

Not knowing what to say i cocked my head. "I wondered if i would ever get to speak with you" She continued.

"Who are you?" I asked and she laughed. "The more important question is where are we" She said mysteriously, causing me to frown. The scene changed and we were back in my old room. Spinning around i didn't know what to make of it. "You are asleep Stefan" She told me. "We are in a place that only i know of. The safest place to talk" We were back in the ballroom by the time she finished talking.

"Why do you want to talk to me?" I asked curiously. "Ahh young Stefan, you are the one with the book yes?" I frowned. "The queens book to be exact" "The diary?" She nodded. "My orders were simple contact my granddaughter and save the queens daughter. Now i am to find her, it is almost time for her to take her place"

"You're the prophet?" She simply nodded. "Then why me?" Why not talk to someone who can help? She has been to others" The prophet shook her head. "It does not work like that." I wanted to ask what she meant when a little girl appeared, dancing around us. "What a pretty girl i was" She sighed and i looked down only to realise the did look alike. "My very first awakening, watch" She whispered.

I did as the room began to fill with people, the atmosphere light and happy. The candles on the chandeliers were lit and i could tell it was dark outside. Laughter was all around me and i turned to the prophet. "They can neither see or hear us, watch and remember" She said grabbing my hand. She walked us around the room and i couldn't take my eyes of those around us. I came to a sudden stop as a face i recognised was in front of me. My great, great grandfather. I had seen his picture in the hallways at home. "So Ulric, i see the queen has outdone herself again" He spoke to the man next to him. He looked like me except his eyes were black and he had red hair. The man next to him was tall and muscular, his tanned skin rippled with even the slightest movement. His hair was a dark silver and his eyes a deep green.

"Of course, my queen was always one for balls you know this Anotil" Anotil nodded. "So when will your daughter be of age? I must admit i am looking forward to her awakening" Ulric tilted his head. "And why is that?" He asked suspiciously. Anotil laughed and slapped his hand on his shoulder. "Relax friend, i have my own queen. I am merely curious as to if our new king will be a snake like her father or something else"  Ulric relaxed and smiled. "It is a shame your son is not yet born, i believe the young prophet is waiting for our vampire king" Anotil laughed "One of us? King of the Origins. I think not my friend. Vampires would destroy everything. You know our blood thirsty nature and the power you hold would consume us. No my friend, i pray that vampires will never be chosen" Ulric smiled. "You are indeed a great man Anotil and i treasure our friendship. But it is true, she has seen him. He will be bloodthirsty and cruel. Yet he will lead our people into greatness" Anotil frowned "My gods, that's impossible. For if such a thing were to happen that would be the end of all of us" Ulric nodded. "Yet the prophet is never wrong"

Anotil obviously wanted to say more but was cut of by the opening of the doors. Everyone turned round to see a young woman enter. Gods she was beautiful. Her long golden hair trailed down her back to her backside and her vibrant green eyes shimmered in the light. The thin silk like dress was short yet loose. Everyone parted to the walls either side, leaving a gap between the doors and the throne. The young girl walked lightly across the floor, her eyes dancing around the room.