The mornings always brought pain to mind, as sleep was not Violets best friend, She rose slowly, bringing herself to stand. In her world of Chaos, she was the Princess. You'd think that she had it pretty good, maids, servants, scholars, yet she didn't, she was trained to kill, kill those not of my kind, creatures that lurked through the night, keeping alive of the blood of humans. Vampires, or as we called them, spirits of the moon.
After her mother was killed by one when Violet was 6, the treaty broke between humans and Vampires, leaving our scholars to teach young minds such lies.The kingdom used to live in peace, no war amongst them, nor blood shed, they were seen in they're eyes as gifts from the moon. They were stronger than them, faster, and had better senses, unless trained for many years, one human wouldn't stand a chance. Only a select few humans ever got to make contact with them, and Violet wasn't one of them, if only she could know why we loathe them, to hear their story, how such a creature was made upon this earth.
Violet sought peace, often causing trouble between her and her father, arguments that turned into yells and bickers on end, lasting hours. She often rebelled against him, sneaking out at night to go lay under the night sky, She usually didn't come back until early in the morning, and only got a couple hours of sleep, but that didn't seem to bother her, as she was used to the exhaustion tugging at her body, it felt numb now, and some days she collapsed somewhere around the castle, the lack of sleep finally taking control of her body and mind.
She looked around the room, in which she called hers, the light stinging her eyes through the glass-stained windows, causing her to look away. And sighed, as a child she never liked sunlight, and always avoided it as best she could, refusing to go outside, and closing the blinds to block out the sun. She never really knew why, her father thought odd of her because she wasn't a normal child who enjoyed her days rolling around in the grass, and embracing the warm summer days.
Slowly she walked over to my dresser picking out a simple outfit which consisted of a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that was two sizes to big, without much care she slipped them on, a shower could wait until later. Violet shivered slightly, missing the feeling of my warm comforter, around me. Quickly putting her hair up into a messy bun, she shuffled along slowly to the dining room, where she would find my father, giving me a look of dissatisfaction. she had always hated that look, because it usually meant a lecture of some sort was going to happen, so she sat down and began eating the food off of the plates in front of her.
Violet waited for a couple minutes, still no lecture. This was odd. She set her fork down and turned to look at him. "Well?" She asked, able to pick out the hint of annoyance lacing her voice.
"Well what?" Her father said, looking at her with a puzzled expression. "You expect a lecture of some sort, yet I think you've heard all of them my dear." He said softly, his expression softening slightly.
She was about to take another bite but dropped my fork when I heard his words. "Then why are you looking at me like that?" She questioned, a sense of what would seem to be complaint, leaving her mouth. "You usually look at me like that when you have to lecture me." She said, well more like snapped. Worry slowly started to build up in her, she could feel the tingling sensation in her chest and her heart beat rising.
The king sighed, taking a moment to think, it was if he was about to tell her he was sending her away to boarding school. He ran a hand through his messy hair. "In one week, you'll go on your first hunt." He said gently, as if to ease the news on his daughter, who now had a look of surprise across her face.
"Wait....what?" She said, trying to process what she had just heard. "Y-you can't be serious..." She said, She could tell her voice was a little shaky, Violet was sure it was noticeable to others as well, anger began to boil in her blood, As she stood up abruptly gripping the edges of the table. Her father sighed and nodded. "Look, I know how you feel about hunting vampires, but maybe this experience will change your point of view." He said, keeping a firm yet gentle tone with the now furious girl.
