The King's Queen

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Chapter five ▪ The King's Queen

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After wandering around the forest, I completely forgot about my overly dramatic reaction to the new information I had just learnt about.

Now I was panicking for a completely new reason. This one was real.

I saw a pair of red eyes.

They were so bright, they almost looked livid. Livid but beautiful. I know, they are probably the scariest thing I've seen in my life, and I saw a lot of scary, angry vampires at the tavern.

But I did always find beauty in the most dangerous things.

The vampire walked out of the shadows and I was terrified. This wasn't any normal vampire. This was a newly turned, blood-thristy vampire. They were weaker and were completely out of control, letting their beast control their actions. They felt nothing and never thought about who their new prey was.

It's like their human side is asleep and the beast was out and without control. This is the stage where they are tehnically still dead, which explains why he wasn't breathing and why he was so pale and overall, dead-looking.

Thank God they don't rot.

After my momentary shock, I started running as far away from him as possible.

I ran while holding my heels in my hands. I have no idea why I didn't throw them away, it's not like they made me run any faster.

I ran for a bit more time, but the beast was catching up to me. He didn't have to breathe and he didn't get tired, whereas I was currently like a fish on dry land, so I wasn't really surprised by that.

I quickly climbed up some short tree branches and the beast stood at the bottom looking dumbly at me. He was 6 feet underneath me and I climbed a bit higher, just in case.

I got painful flashbacks of playing with Isaac in the woods next to our former home, but I pushed those back and focused on the hungry beast underneath me.

I don't think this guy was turned by someone strong, because he was more beastly than manly. The stronger the vampire that turned him, the stronger the human is going to stay through the transition. 

I regained my breath and noticed that the beast was growling and trying to climb up to me more agressively than he used to. His fangs were on full display as his lip was curled up in a snarl.

I noticed I was bleeding. I probably didn't feel the pain because of the adrenaline pounding through me.

Running barefoot in a forest isn't too safe, as you may have guessed - I had multiple gashes dripping blood onto the ground because of it.

Thank God my feet are quite rough, since I work a lot.

I took out the splinters from my feet and my dress moved from covering my legs and covered the tree branch I was sitting on. I am grateful that I'm wearing that thing underneath this dress, or else I'd be completely exposed.

I have an idea how to get out of this mess. Vampires die when they are staked by wood through the heart. But they are almost immobile when staked anywhere else - the pain is too much for them to move.

At least the weak ones are like that. The stronger ones- I have no idea.

To think I was supposed to be dancing at this moment, I snickered.

I took my small pocket knife out of the black 'shorts' that I was wearing and cut off a small stick from the tree branch that I am sitting on. I checked if it could bend to an arch without breaking, and it could. I cut off a piece of cloth from my expensive dress and made a bow. I cut a less flexible piece of wood from the branch and sharpened the tip to a very sharp point.