Bloody Death

July 23rd

Prince Michael had awoken at night to a sudden sound that shook his soul. He was sweating and panting in his bed as he thought about Grace.

Michael: Oh, Grace.. Where are thou?

"Michael.." He heard a voice that had an echo say. His head popped up and he looked around his room. Mysteriously, his door creaked open slightly as he heard the voice again. "Michael.."

Michael: Grace? My heart and soul, is that you?

He felt a breeze come into the room that had compelled him to get out of bed and follow the voice that was breathing darkness upon him. As he walked down the palace halls without knowing where his feet were taking him, a chill ran down his spine and his feet ran cold but he didn't let anything stop him. "Michael.." He had heard the voice again and instead of a whisper, it seemed to be a soft and seductive voice. But he could only half-identify who the voice belonged to, for it had an alluring and slightly darkened echo.

Michael: Grace?

He questioned. "Michael.." He heard her laugh slightly after she had called him again and a light flashed outside the palace windows. A loud sound followed as it began to rain softly at first the harder and harder. The hallway had gotten darker so he grabbed a nearby lit candelabra and kept walking. The hairs on the back of his neck screamed for mercy and his legs begged for him to turn back but his feet and his mind were set on one thing. He needed to find Grace or suffer the fate of dying alone with no heir to the throne. "Michael.." The mysterious voice seemed to go back to a whisper as his feet turned to go up the marble stairs.

Michael: Grace, my love. Reveal yourself to me so that we might be reunited.

The thunder boomed all throughout the palace as he walked through the halls with his candelabra in hand, searching for his love. Although his hand trembled with fear, his mind was set on getting his returned to him. His voice became louder but it seemed as if no one heard him and the voice stopped.

Michael: Grace, where are you?

His feet approached a blood red door that was bolted shut and was being illuminated by the lightning's remorse. The wind howled as his footsteps echoed his every move. His heart was beating fast and felt as if it were about to jump out of his chest and run away without looking back.

Michael: Grace, my love. Please come out.

He said as he approached the door. The first step that he took triggered the eerie creaking of the door as it slowly groaned open. His feet began to move forward again and he knew that this was the point of no return.

Michael: Grace?

He softly said. The bloody doors slammed shut behind him and his candelabra blew out. The only light that he possessed now, was when the lightning stuck and made the sky cry more and more. The wind howled as his legs trembled and suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood tall screaming in fear of being snapped and covered in blood but Michael stood his ground. Then a chill ran down his spine as he felt it. A presence was right behind him and he forced a smile of relief onto his face as the thunder died down a little bit. "Michael.. My love.."

Michael: Grace?

He slowly turned around and his face lit up.

Michael: My love!

Her body lay still on the concrete floor of lifeless souls. His joy soon turned sorrow when he had caught sight of her pale frame laying there on the floor.

Michael: Grace! No!

He rushed over to her and picked up her body. Warm. She was still alive.. Or was she?

Grace: Michael?

Michael: Grace! My love! You shall never leave me and I shall never part from your side again!

She smiled up at him and he noticed what she had on. A purple silk gown. This was a gown that only royals wore and she did not possess.

Grace: Oh Michael, my heart beats only for you now that I am in your sight. Hold me forever and never let go.

She said just before hugging him. She was so calm and he got another cold chill. He pulled back and examined her features. Everything was the same, she was only pale. Then he felt them both rising to their feet as she hugged him again. The thunder boomed louder and louder. The lighting was more frequent as she began to experience her senses to sharpen. She took a good whiff and after the second time, her eyes were red but when she looked at Michael, they were a faded brown.

Michael: Grace, let us go to our room and rest there. I have missed your lovely face for days and yet, it seems to be as if it were-.

Grace: Ages..

She replied darkly with a grin plastered onto her face. Red lips. Grace had red lips now and her hair was brown and black. Mostly black and pretty soon she could hear them. She could hear the voices chanting in her head. "DO IT! Make him ours forever! Listen to me and take his soul!" Grace blinked and her eyes were red again.

Michael: Grace! Your eyes! There are red as roses!

Grace: Red as blood..

She grinned again.

Grace: Do not consume yourself in mine eyes. They turn red on stormy nights of blood..

Michael: Grace?

Grace: Please, do tell Michael.. Would you like to be together forever?

Michael: You know that I love you more than anything and that I would do anything for you.

Grace: Then let this moment last forever..

She trailed off as she hugged him again and took another big whiff as she buried her head into his neck. She kissed it, then licked it seductively.

Michael: Grace..

His eyes closed as her fangs grew.

Grace: See you soon, my love..

His eyes popped open and he tried to push her away but the time was too late. He was screaming as her fangs pierced his skin and was slowly eating away his soul. Although, no one heard his screams, he tried until he died. His vision was very blurry and the last thing he saw was her with her red eyes and silk dress with blood on her fangs. She smiled as he closed his eyes and finished the deed.

"Master, The deed is done.."

"Well Done.."