Prince Vladimir, a young vampire prince was curse a sleep like death by a vengeful witch who saw no love in his arrogant heart for others. The one way he could break the curse was to learn to love another and earn her love in return before the sun s...
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Later that night with food in her belly. Alina could not sleep, instead she cried. And cried, and cried, and cried. For what seemed like hours Alina continued to cry until her bedroom down burst open, and along came Vladimir stomping in. He was annoyed, dark bags hung under his eyes, he worse a white night shirt that was halfway unbutton, showing off his chest. Baggy black pants, and his bare feet stomped toward Alina's bed.
"When you were so eagerly to come live with me, I assume you wouldn't miss your family quite so much."
"I made my sacrifice for them. O-Of course I miss them, you beast!" Alina spat, whipping away her hot tears.
"Yes, yes of course. But the crying must stop." She narrowed her eyes at him. "For hours you've been crying and it's making it difficult for anyone to sleep. You know, even vampires like me need sleep!" But Alina kept glaring at him, frustrated, and tired Vladimir ruffled his long raven like hair; he walked over to one of the wardrobe, pulled out a pillow with a strange lavender scent to it, & held it out to Alina. "Here. Perhaps, this will help?"
"For me?"
"Not quite so beastly now, am I?" Vladimir growled, tossing it to her.
"How is this going to help me?"
"The lavender scent is a special toxic that should put you out in minutes, also it muffles the crying so I can actually get some sleep!"
Suddenly glass shattered was coming from the dining room. Vladimir ran out of her bedroom, but curiosity got the better of her as she followed him behind. In the dinning room, a strange man with a hood over his face was stuffing silver candle holders, and food in his sack. "Are you sure you wanna do that, dearie?" Vladimir said as the stranger flinched from surprise.
"Y-yes...I'm sure." The stranger said boldly.
"If you don't return my things you stole, I can do sole nasty things." Alina crept toward the door, carefully hiding herself in the dark. She saw the stranger shivering from fear. "I really don't want to make a mess on this rug now, do I? This rug was made in Turkey and do you know what they do to those who steal?" The stranger shook his head. "They cut off their hands." And with that the stranger bolted toward the broken window, but with Vladimir's vampiric speed he beat him to it, grabbed the stranger's wrist, twist it till Alina heard bone crushing sound.
The stranger cried out in pain, fell to his knees. "Now you will have to pay the price for your crimes." He said, suddenly Mitch and Zola both ran into the room.
