"Bridgett Mathew's," they called. My head snapped up. I was covered in mud and blood from fighting off the royal guards, and Jack. I had run as far as i could from Hanover New Hampshire till they finally found me. Now i was exahsted, i could feel my body about to fall to the ground any minute. But i wouldnt let it get to me. This was it. Evaluation. The decision whether i would be able to live or die, and with the running away stunt i pulled, i knew i was going to die. The Guards moved to grab me, thinking i would run away, but before they could i snarled and bared my fangs at them, they hissed back, grabbed me and dragged me across the widespread towering room till we reached similar double doors that also towered high above. The doors were pushed open. Then, sitting there down the red carpet aisle sat the King and Queen themselves.
I was walked down to them as i studied my surroundings. With the black and white checkered marble tile floor the room was like a giant chess bord. Chandeleirs hung from the ceiling, and pillars stood at each corner of the room, other than that, and the king and queen, the room was completely empty. I had never met the king or queen before, hardly any outsiders had, but now just looking at them i felt a certain dislike towards them. King Marcus Gregory was a tall man with blackish brown hair that was perfect and he had a five o'clock shadow, all and all he was movie star perfect, and wearing a dark umber brown suit. He sat calm and cool, And Queen Isabel Gregory also sat relaxed and collected. Her face was oval thin and flawless, her long blond hair straight and thick, and her eyes emerald green, and she wore A white bilowy blouse and black pencil skirt with heels.
Their peace of mind took me off guard which was why i didnt like them, they probably though "oh great another one. Oh well" and they rip me apart and burn me without a care in the world because they do it all the time. A growl escaped my lips from this though and a hand struck me across the face. I fell to hard solid floor and one gave me a harsh kick towards them. The King and Queen's eyes scowled at them,
"That wasn't necessary" The king snapped.
"She's been a handful the whole way here your majesties" one of the guards said sternly. The Queen's eyes finally settled on mine as i rubbed my stinging cheek. Jackass. I should kill them right now. It'd be easy and i was ganna die anyways, might as well take them with me.
"What is your name child?" She asked in a clear euphonious voice.
"Bridgett Mathew's" i spoke "and I am no child" i told her straight up. A smile hid on her face as i got up to my feet.
"Where did you come from?" the King then asked me.
"I-I don't know" i said honestly. He frowned,
"What do you mean you-"
"Mr. Wilson found her by San Fransisco in the bay area" One guard cut off nervouse and scared for interupting. The King continued to frown,
"How do you not remember?" he asked now confused but at the same time intrigued. I gulped. I didn't know how to explain my loss of my human memory. All i remember was waking up in New Hampshire a vampire, no recollection before that.
"I don't know. All I can remember was waking up as this" I said keeping my voice even.
"...Fasinating" he finally said almost quietly. He rubbed his chin in thought. "No human memory..." he trailed off. I could tell his thoughts were filling his head with more and more questions, "What did you...feel when you woke?" he asked me.
"What do you mean feel?" i asked back. I had felt nothing except pain.
"No...emotion?" he asked me as if he were trying to comprehend something impossible. I shook my head unsure. "Hm," was all he said until the queen interveined,
"How old are you Bridgett" She asked. I frowned puzzled
"seventeen" i told her. Did i not look seventeen?
"I mean newborn wise" she said
"almost three months" i said without skipping a beat. Her eyebrows rose as she looked over at her husband. Yep, i was dead. I now froze just waiting for them to snap their fingers and have the royal guards rip me apart.
"Three months..." she trailed off then meeting my eyes again "is quit impressive" she said smoothly. "How have you managed to survive, and under our raidar for that matter, for almost three months?" she asked almost dull but inquisitively. I gulped again feeling my nerves get the better of me,
"It was easy really" I said.
"How so?" the King then asked. I blinked. It was too easy to describe, did they think different?
"I...well i obviously had to live at night" i paused glancing at each of their hands. The King's ring was what you would have expected a king like Marcus Gregory to wear, it was a large intricated silver band that was kissed with small ruby's and had a large red one almost black stone in the center. Queen Isabel's was similar except elegantly ellaboratly crafted. Detailed artwork coiled the silver band and a similar stone sat center with tiny rubys circling it. Those rings allowed them to go out into the sun, every vampire had one. Each ring different and none like the royal families. "And i did" i continued "I lived at night, i found a way to hunt on my own without causing problems, i fought my way through the werewolves, other than that i lived a very quiet life...until now" i told them. Yes now, now that it was ending. The King and Queen both glanced at eachother.
"We...are not killing you, Bridgett" The King spoke. I looked up at him. Was this a sick joke? "I would, however, like you to stay here" He said again. I looked at them blankly. I wasn't going to die? Okay, i could handle that. Hell i could more than handle that! I tried not to smile. But what did he mean by wanting me to stay here.
"You want me to stay here in.." i tried off. i already had a hunch on where i was. "Vermont?" i asked. They raised their eyebrows even more impressed,
"Yes, well...actually we would like you to go to Versia" The Queen cut in. The King glanced at her expressionless. I tilted my head understanding them. They wanted something from me, or at least they wanted something for me. Isabell's eyes said it all, but Marcus's, he looked at his wife trying to see what she was getting at. He was still and cool. I glanced at isabel who seemed to be playing with the material of her blouse. Her perfectly manicured nails had a chip on her left index finger, i took this a sign she was left handed. The chip came from an envelope opener. I fell back into reality as they began to talk again,
"As you should know, Versia has one of the top Vampire Academies...I would like you to attend" she paused. "I-we will of course give you a letter of recomendation, and pay for any extra neccesities needed other than course's and books" She finished.
"Why?" i blurted. I knew about versia and its snob school. i had never been or seen it, but i had heard everything about it. That school was for gifted and pure bloods. I was none of those.
"Because..." Isabel glanced at Marcus again "We see a great potential in you, and it would be quite a shame to see your remarkable talents go to waste" She said smoothly. The whole time listening to them talk, i was starring off into one of the large far off windows in the room, wishing they had just killed me instead.
