Blood Countess (On Hold)

Chapter 1

     Esmerée took out her leather bound book from her drawer and held it tight to her chest. She grabbed a fountain pen and left the room. Her dark purple skirt that reached just above her knees bounced with every step she took down the grand stairs and out into the gardens.

    Esmerée lived in a beautiful chateau passed down from generations to generations. Her great-great-great-great-great grandfather, André de Montford built this place up. Outside the walls, it may look like an abandoned, untouched ground with overgrown vines growing along the tall white-grey walls but once you enter through the black gates and pass the long driveway, you'll notice that it is not all abandoned at all.

    Every generation added something small or big to the estate. Esmerée's great-great-great-great grandfather, Deandré de Montford built beautiful gardens for his partner, who loved the outdoors as much as he did. There were painted portraits of the two lovers sitting on a carved stone bench that still exist until now.

    Esmerée took a seat under an oak tree. She lay back and closed her eyes before carefully opening the leather book. Her mother loved this spot and this was the only way she could feel closer to her mother. She breathed in the air. She could smell the sweet scent of lavender. She raised her right hand and swung it to the left. The pages flipped until there was a blank page. She began sketching a picture of her, under this tree, doing what she was doing. After that, she wrote.

"Dear diary, tomorrow, I'll be the new girl at school. After being home schooled for such a long time, I'm finally going to be out there and I can't wait. Maybe I'll try out for cheerleading just like my mum did. I can do a cartwheel so I think I can do this. I wonder what father will say if I made it in and even be cheer captain. But then, there are just so many other things that I want to experience as a "normal" girl. That's right. I'm going to be a typical normal girl at school. One that cares about school as much as going out with the right guy and prom. That's what normal girls do, according to the teen fictions I've read. Honestly, I have to admit that I'm a little nervous and excited at the same time but I know that I'm going to have a good day tomorrow."

    Esmerée paused for a moment, bringing her fountain pen up to her lips. What do normal girls wear?

    She closed her book shut and stood up for a moment taking a look at what she was wearing. Is it even high school material?

    Singing a simple tune, she head back into the mansion. It was almost dinner time and she needed a bubble bath. She connected her phone to her pink pill and played Ariana Grande's album, "Yours Truly".

    With a flick of her fingers, a hundred of bubble rose from the tub and floated above in the air. She put a finger in the air and twirl it, watching the bubbles go round the room. The bubbles then fell and popped. She closed her eyes and sighed.

    "Esmerée. Get ready. Aunt Ayla is joining us for dinner and she's bringing her niece," father called out from the bathroom door. 

    "I'll be right there!" Esmerée stood up and wrapped herself with a white fluffy towel.

    Aunt Ayla's a close friend of Esmerée's parents. She was there when Esmerée was born. She was there when Esmerée's mother passed away and she was present at every occasion that was related to Esmerée. She even knew the de Montford family secret. With all her great qualities, Esmerée wondered why she never got married.

    Esmerée wore a deep red lacey dress and paired it with black heels. She imagined her hairstyle and there it was. Her curled hair was tied into a loose side bun. She took another look in the mirror and took out her makeup kit.

    Heading down the grand stairs, her heels made small, light noises. There was a boy dressed in a neat tuxedo that looked like her age, staring at a black and white picture. As soon as she was at the bottom of the grand stairs, he turned his gaze to her. Esmerée instantly felt nervous. She didn't know what to say or how to react. She never did have anyone her age to talk to or hang out with. Not even a girl or a boy. Just her diary, music, Aunt Ayla and her father.