Vampire Games

Chapter 3

Prince Demin
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Face palms flew across the room, regretted faces smacked around the walls. It was so clear, even a blind man would see it, they were all asking the clear question 'Why did we choose him again?' Though regret spilled through the room, I couldn't help but be so happy. I'm going to host the games! This was better than being told I would get front row view of the games. I felt like jumping around the room doing the happy dance, but I just nodded, trying to conceal my excitement, though I couldn't help but make my arms fidget. I grinned like a maniac, making my already messy hair seem like a rat's nest. Father looked at me in pure disgust. I know I looked a mess but in that instance I didn't care.

"Moving on or else," father threatened, his fist clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His face was deep purple and his veins looked almost to be popping out. I could tell that I was in big trouble once the camera crew left.
The crew followed him stomping through the corridor, leaving me bewildered.

"What just, HAPPENED!" I exclaimed, flopping backwards on my bed like a dead starfish.

I didn't know what to do. I just laid there, not a tear fell out but soft sobs racked my body. I whimpered like a lost dog, what an afternoon, one heck of an afternoon indeed.

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It seemed almost forever when I heard my father's voice booming through the corridors, his words the sound of a raging bull before it charged down it's victim. Unfortunately, I was the victim, and soon enough I'll find myself on my back, might as well dig a grave. Though I was filled with panic, I couldn't help but think about that maid. She was new, I've never seen her before. She could easily be mistaken as a princess in fine clothes, only few have the beauty as her. I couldn't help but pondered on how she thinks of me. It didn't take me long, of course she'll think I was the most handsome prince in the land, she'll have no choice to fall for me.

Slam!

"Ow!" I howl, my hand flying to my forehead. Pricks of needles thumped my skin as I wailed to make it stop.