A Sealed Fate (Watty's 2017)

34. Author's pov

Tricia watched him sleep for the longest time, wondering if she'd turn out the way her grandfather did, or the way Alfred is. Her grandfather could survive off food alone, But Alfred could only survive off blood alone.

It was almost 5 am and the skies were becoming brighter, the sun was beginning to rise. By 6:00 Tricia witnessed the sun. She sighed wondering why she couldn't sleep. She didn't feel tired in the least little bit.

Alfred snuck in and noticed her still awake. "You've woke up early." He spoke low as to not wake Vladimir up. "I never went to sleep." Tricia said, her voice sounding down.

Alfred walked closer and sat on the vanity bench beside her. Her eyes remained glued to Vladimir's sleeping form. Her senses had begun to pick up the sound of his heart, the way it beat gently in him. The whooshing of his blood, coursing through his veins. And the scent of his blood, it stained the air sweeter than she couldn't say what.

Alfred watched her carefully. Her eyes were a darker blue, he could swear they were almost purple even. Her face held no emotion, nor expression. She looked empty, soulless even.

Alfred's lips thinned into a worried line, but he had an idea crazy enough to work. "Would you like to test out something?" He'd ask watching her. She looked to him, her eyes were definitely purple. "So you're interested?" He asked offering his hand.

Tricia took his hand and he lead her out the castle. Walking through the gardens and to the entrance of the forest. "If you are truly turned at all, you'd be able to hunt." Tricia tilted her head. "For us, for vampires I mean, we hunt for blood. When I can't have my donor, I hunt animals." The memory of Christmas came to mind, when Victor, Vanessa, Victoria, and Vladimir all came back from a hunt.

Tricia looked to the forest, then to Alfred. "What kind of animal do you hunt?" Alfred had to think about her question a moment, his eyes staring out to the forest. "We have coyotes and mountain lions. The wolves don't tend to come into the territory. Seeing as werewolves tend to stick towards northern Romania. And we are kinda southern." He looked to her, noticing her eyes shifting to a purple red in color. "Super strength and super speed. Try it out." Alfred encouraged her, leaping up and into a tree. Disappearing through the branches.

Tricia hesitated, looking back to the castle. Vladimir was still plenty asleep, surely. And even if he was waking up, he would go to the kitchen, get his coffee, and then sit in the dining room until he was fully awake. As was his routine. He wouldn't notice her gone, not really.

She turned to the forest, and walked into it. On a path, she jogged quickly. Before she knew it she was running. Trees passing by her were blurred. Although there were branches sticking out the trees, none of them hit her, or scratched her.

Tricia ended up at a clearing with a swimming hole and a waterfall. Alfred was standing at the water's edge. The snow had begun to fall, and he stood there staring at the sky as it fell.

Tricia watched him, he looked like a statue. The waterfall flowed endlessly, despite the snow falling to the ground. Finally Alfred's eyes turned to look at her from the side of his eyes. "It's beautiful isn't it? It wasn't supposed to snow anymore this year." Tricia noticed two dead mountain lions. "One is for you." He'd say as she simply followed instinct and walked to the one that was barely breathing. Alfred hadn't completely killed it.

Tricia took a deep breath in, the scent of blood filling her nose. Her fangs extended and she buried them into the beast, drinking it's blood.

It felt warm flowing into her mouth and down her throat. The mountain lion seemed to purr a thank you for ending its suffering.

Tricia finished and stood up, Alfred stepped closer and sniffed at her neck. "You are turned." He said as he sank his fangs into her skin, his hand on her mouth keeping her from screaming.

She struggled, but he was much stronger. He pulled his fangs free and disappeared. Leaving her to collapse onto the ground, curling into a ball.

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Back at the castle, Vladimir sat at the table. Sipping at coffee, reading the paper. He was mid-sip when the scent of Tricia's blood filled his nose. Alfred walked in and smiled warmly. "Her strength isn't up to par, but she is turned." Vladimir snarled at him. "Did you have to feed from her?" Alfred smiled. "Her blood, m'lord is like no other scent or taste. I ask for forgiveness, I couldn't resist the smell anymore." Alfred bowed and was met with a swat on the head hard by Vladimir's fist. As he walked out he stopped at the door. "Forgiven but not forgotten. Feed from her again, I'll find a new butler." He left, leaving Alfred whimpering in pain in the floor.

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Tricia managed her way back, seeing Vladimir wait for her. She ran up and hugged him, his arms holding her tightly, protectively even. She began crying into his chest and he held her. "It's ok, I'm not mad at you. Alfred had a concussion though." Vladimir said, not mentioning the fact his fist was the cause of the concussion.

Tricia nodded and the two walked into the castle, up to their room.

He laid in bed with her while she dozed off.

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Kinda rushed, sorry. But I hope you all enjoy and remember to vote pretty please!!