The next few days passed by slowly. Guards were sent to aid me in cleaning myself and after that I was locked in a room with only a bed and a few bottles of blood. I spent most of my time contemplating my life and what was and wasn't true.
When I met Elijah I was 17. I had grown up on a farm and being an only child meant that I was used to being spoiled. Elijah was 20 the summer we met and 23 when he proposed to me. Spending years with someone is a special thing. You learn all of their quirks and I fell in love with all of his. He knew what he wanted, worked hard and treated me well.
How it went from giggles and warmth to bites and dark castles- I'm not sure. My mind replays every memory I have of him, looking for any sign of deception. I come up empty.
There is movement outside of my door for the first time in a week and I quickly jump up to face whatever hell is waiting for me on the other side.
A maid stepped in- a girl who looked around my age. Her smile greeted me and for the first time since I arrived, I didn't feel afraid.
"Hello- I'm Alice", she stated.
"Im Amelia", I whispered back. We stood there staring at each for a few moments after I uttered my name. Alice smiled at me again and stuck her hand out.
"Come, the Queen is waiting on you Amelia".
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The Whore (part one)
Vampire"I was taken into a room that one would use to entertain guests in. It was a massive dining hall draped in red curtains and dazzling black marble floors. It was beautiful. I only hoped it wouldn't be the place where my life was taken yet again by th...
