Short stories

Too many friend

Italics are thoughts
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I sat quietly staring out the window glancing at the reflection of a pale teenager in black dress with white lace. Focusing on the outside world I began to watch the snow cover the earth. Time seemed endless, well I suppose that's what being a vampire meant.
I wonder where Michael is with my meal.
Michael, yes he was a sweet boy when I met him. He had been beside me since he was a child, I had waited until his 18th birthday to turn him. I reached over and picked up my phone, and began to look through the notifications before setting it back down.
The snow is really coming down hard tonight, hmmm I wonder if they have arrived yet.
The snow reminded me of something I could never be, pure and innocent. I was born into a royal vampire family and now I'm all that's left. I was told my parents had an accident and died, but vampires don't die from accidents.

-downstairs-

A group of men are ushered into a room. Each man appears to be of higher standing. Maids enter the room with glasses of red liquid and offer one to each of the men. There are six men in total and each is a bachelor looking to marry into the royal clan.

-back upstairs-

I hear a knock on the door followed by it opening. "Princess, I've brought your drink." he offer the tray with the wine glass to me. The red liquid seemed to lite up under the moonlight. He glanced at me before turning to look out the window. "Is everything alright Mylady."

I could pick up the concern in his voice and features. "Yes I'm fine, look the world is being covered in a blanket of pure white snow" I reached out for the glass and then turned towards him. "Michael have they arrived yet?"

"Yes they are waiting for you in the drawing room" Michael turned to leave the room but I reached out and stopped him.

"Do you hate me for what I've done to you?" I glance up at him, the glass of red liquid completely forgotten.

"I could never hate you Layla, even though you turned me into a vampire." Michael stood tall and pulled me into his arms.

I blush as I feel him wrap his arms around me. The uniform I picked really looks good on him. He wore long black pants with a black shirt. A white vest over the shirt with my clans symbol on his chest. "Michael I don't want to go see them."

I heard him chuckle "Princess they are your friends correct?"

I pull away and laugh. "Friends? No they are noblemen that I would rather disappear" I glance back outside. "Michael, do you know what I need?"

He glanced over at me and raises an eyebrow "to play nice while you are meeting them."

"Hmmmm no." I turn around and leave the room. "I have to many 'friends' what I need is an enemy to play with" I hear him quickly follow me out of the room.

"Princess Layla please don't, you shouldn't make enemies of the noblemen." Michael followed me all the way to the drawing room, he continued to explain how I needed to play nice. Smiling to myself play nice? With them? They are here to watch me suffer and I would be a bad hostess if I didn't return the favor.

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Ok story is 581 words, first time writing a story for a prompt. Also done in one sitting so there is probably grammar errors. 😊😂