I am a girl who is getting an arranged marriage to an ugly vampire! I have such bad luck.
Chapter 1
As I walked down the stairs I looked at myself in the hall mirror. My black hair was hanging loose with my fringe pulled over one eye held in place with my skull bow. I was wearing my black tee , purple skinnies and grey converse with skull laces ( I have a pair of these).I had applied my eyeliner very heavily and I had on my white foundation with my black snakebites(these are lip piercings) .
I walk down the rest of the stairs to see my mother in the kitchen pouring herself more vodka. This is bad. She decides I'm having an arranged marriage and he is standing right outside, whilst she gets MORE vodka.
"Mum put it away for five minutes please, for me." I said to her. Talking to her is like talking to a baby. It's useless.
"I wouldn't do anything for you, You're the one who made me like this, you.." she screamed at me as she shoved he vodka bottle at me, I caught it with both hands and placed it back on the table.
There was another knock on the door which interrupted my mother's words. I turned around and opened the door to see my future husband.
I gasped quite loudly. I didn't mean to do this, but in all the stories that you read , the girls fall in love with the gorgeous man that would be standing in front of her , but this was not possible for me.
He was tall, he had long ginger hair which was pulled back into a ponytail which emphasized his ice blue eyes, which were the only attractive part about him. He has a deep cut which goes diagonally from just above his right eye across his eye and ends just before his nose. He also has little cuts all over his face but the two on his lips which meet each other where his lips part is the most prominent. It is like he has been scratched everywhere.
He looked at me like he was as disgusted with me as I was at him. Just then my phone rang
If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well I guess I'll make my own way
It's a circle
A mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore
Where's your gavel? Your jury?
What's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
well sentence me to another life
I answered my phone and said "wait a minute" without waiting to see who it was.
"Come in" I told the two people at the door, one of them being my fiancé. I walked into the living room and showed them their seats, then I walked back into the hall.
"Hello" I said to the phone
"Hey Poppy" a very familiar voice said. I slammed the phone down and shoved it in my pocket.
I now walked in to see my 'Guests'.
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