A Sisters War

Chapter 1

Alcamanya Delist

I wake up with the glimmer of moonlight shattering through my window, the light reflecting off my sunset red hair, I can hear shouts from the hallway but am still half asleep, so I barely notice when my creaky door slides open and my servant comes in.

"Rowley" I say in a whisper.

"It's midnight. Let me sleep."

Rowley muffles a sigh then tugs at my furry cat ears as she says

"Sorry to wake you but we have a really bad unexpected visitor"

"Who?" I mumble.

"Your Sister, she's in the dining room and demands to speak to you, and her stupid pets are about to drain the cook dry if you do get down their soon."

I stifle a laugh as I know my sister. She won't be here without some reason to annoy me once again. Last time she killed two of my servants before she left just to make me scream at her and shove her out of my castle.

"Did she say what she wants this time?"

"No but she seems really mad. Like, madder than the usual."

"OK so I'll wear my beads to be safe. Tell my royal pain of a sister I will be down in a minute and that she is to leave the cook alone or ill feed her precious pets to Leviatha."

"Yes, your highness, but please be quick everyone fears your sister and you know why."

Rowley leaves in a swift movement with a scatter of leaves in her wake. I slowly get up out of bed and slip on my dragon scale beads which loop around my neck for protection. The slight tinge of purple flickers through the shining scale beads. I also through on my green midriff riding top and blue leather jeans. I finally sweep out into the hall then down the stair towards the dining hall and hum all the way. I stop a meter before the door and listen.

"Tell your queen, my dear sister if she does not hurry up her cook's going to be as dead as the day."

"No need Freya, I'm already here". I say with a glare in her direction. She was holding the cook by the throat but drops him as I speak. He quickly dashes away while he has the opportunity. Her pets Connor and Cameron are by her side in all their finery. Camerons black hair and raging but dead red eyes show no emotion, not as much as his unnaturally pail skin that stands out against his black knight uniform and wings with silver trimmed edges. Connor with his white hair with pink tips is on her other side grinning like a cat eating a canary. My sister on the other hand has the same curly red hair as me and the same devilish eyes as her pets. She wears her kingdoms colours of black, red and pink in a stunning fighting dress our mother use to wear. She eyes me keenly before she sighs.

"Dear sister, I was just teaching your cook to show some respect. Have you gotten taller?" She snarls with a psychotic grin.

"Enough Freya, you obviously want something. You never come to visit unless you want something so spill it so I may sleep." I snap at her. Her pets glare with deadly spite.

"Fine Alcamanya, I want this kingdom back it is rightfully mine. I'm the older sister. I should rule if..."

"If what?" I cut in.

"If you hadn't been stupid enough to go hunting and get bitten. If you didn't except to rule the vampire court when father killed there king. Nothing you say could change that. You weren't even here when he died. So, I took over because you wouldn't." I stare at the light behind my sister to keep the tears from rolling. She abandoned me and has no heart, well not anymore. After you turn into a Vampire you cannot walk in the day, you have no emotions in my opinion.