I woke up in an illustrious bedroom, my blood-stained clothes were folded on the edge of the bed and I was dressed in a plain black shirt with tight-fitting black jeans but no footwear. I focused on the room, the bed I had been laid in was a beautiful four-post double bed covered in thick black silk. There was no light coming in except for the fairy light that wrapped around the bed posts, all windows had been blacked-out. I felt a sudden shiver vibrate down my shine causing me to spasm. I got up from the bed, placing my bare feet on the plush carpet. “Those clothes suit you, doll,” said a familiar voice from the doorway. Rage coursed in my veins as I sprinted at him, he moved out of the way so instead of hitting my target, I hit the landing floor, a marble floor. I groaned but felt no pain. “Now when you are quite finished, you have been requested in the great hall,” He went to leave. I pulled him down so I could help myself up. “Tell what the hell is going on?” I demanded.
“A little feisty aren’t we?” I didn’t move, just glared at him. “Well since you asked very kindly, I am a vampire. I killed you and for some reason you didn’t die, which is why you have been brought to the main household of the vampire realm which just so happens to be my home,” I began to laugh violently at his words. He clearly thought I was an idiot, so I asked again. He looked at me blankly before turning away from me. I was getting pissed off at his attitude towards me so I pulled the collar of his monochrome shirt towards me, making him face me. He hissed at me, baring a pair of gleaming white fangs. I released his collar and laughed. Fake, I thought. His pupils expanded to cover his iris and the whites of his eyes slowly turned red. I jumped back, fearfully.
“Now do you find it funny, doll? Now do you fear me!?” He pulled me by my ponytail out of the door and down the staircase which led into the hall. I couldn’t tell what sort of staircase it was as I only caught glimpses my surroundings before I was flung to the floor. “On your knees, scum!” Boomed a voce from ahead, I quickly shuffled onto my knees. Footsteps boomed louder than I had ever heard, I feared the floor would shatter beneath those feet. A strand of hair fell over my face, a hand moved it as they bent to my level. “What are you?” The voice sounded as cold and as empty as ice. “I’m human,” I answered, my voice thick with fear. A hand connected with my face, knocking me over. “On your knees!” He boomed again. I did as he commanded, I wanted to avoid another slap at all costs. “I’ll ask again, what are you?” I knew not to answer with human, but if I’m not human than I guess I don’t really know who I am? “I don’t know sir,” I answered, hoping that would be it. *Smack* I was knocked over again. “ON YOUR KNEES!”I scrambled onto my knees, my face aching. “What are you, scum?” He seemed to seethe with anger, I didn’t know quite how to answer his question. I stammered and stuttered, he rose his hand to strike me again. “Please sir, I don’t know what to tell you…pl-please,” He swung his arm forward only to have it blocked by an older female. “Enough! This is not the way to gain that which you seek!” She shouted, the man smiled and stepped back.
“Fine, have it your way,” He said. The woman sighed, kneeling down in front of me.
“I’m truly sorry for my son’s actions, this is his fault also I am sorry for the harsh treatment you received from my advisor, Lord Ivan. My name is Elizabetta, this is my house and I am the queen of this realm. What is your name sweet child?” Her voice was soft and more of a purr compared to that of her son’s and the lord. She studied my face as I tried to say, “My-my name is Emily Donovan, your majesty,”
“I see you have manners unlike the many of your kin, I see you have questions about this place, myself and what you are my dear however I cannot give you those answers unless you do as I say,” I nodded at her, she pulled my wrist up to her mouth. I flinched as she bit into it, at least she was less messy than her son, I thought. She drank for a few moments before pulling away. Her facial expression was that of amazement, “So you are the verdam,” she stated. The lord and her son gasped. I looked at my wrist about to ask for a bandage when a tingling sensation emanated from it, the skin knitted itself back together before my eyes. “I don’t mean to be rude ma’am but what is a verdam and what are you?” she smiled. “Do you like to read she asked?”
