The Vampire Princes Dollhouse

1. Chosen

Chapter 1

They say 'follow your heart' but if your heart is in a million pieces, which piece do follow?

Ugh, no, just no. I quickly closed my laptop before I could gag.

"Oh come on, that's romantic," Lana said with a wink.

"How is that romantic? That makes no sense," I commented. Those quotes were ridiculous and complete and utterly useless.

"Imagine this," she jumped next to me on my bed. "You're almost falling apart, and then there's your soulmate, the one made for you, and he just grabs all your pieces and puts them back together!"

She was almost screaming by now. Her eyes were twinkling with excitement.

I stood up, sighing. "Yeah, that's cause you got a mate," Walking towards my window, I saw some werewolves training outside.

Their lives were much better. It was so easy for them; they hurt each other, they bruise for a couple of hours, and they're back to normal.
Unlike them, I still had some bruises from a week ago.

"Don't think so negative all the time. You know humans also get married and have children, it's almost the same thing," Lana was standing on the other side of the room now, close to my door.

I laughed humourlessly. "Yeah, as if. Remember the tingles you guys feel, or the pull towards each other? I'll never have that and I hate it."

I could hear her open the door.

"Whatever. I'm gonna go have dinner. Do you want some?" I shook my head. "No, I'm not very hungry,"

The door behind me closed and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Turning back to my room, I noticed how everything I loved was here. I didn't need anything from outside my room.

I walked over to my closet and opened it. Besides some clothes, my entire closet was filled with canvases. I grabbed a plain one and brought it over to the middle of my room, where an easel stood.

I really wanted to paint closer to the window, but I was done with the judgemental stares I got from everyone. Deciding on what to draw, I just couldn't get the thought of mates out of my head.

Why couldn't humans get a mate?
Everyone got mates. Werewolves, vampires, fairies. Everyone. But humans, no they didn't.

I started of with a sketch. There was a woman standing in the middle, the arms of a male around her.

The sketch quickly turned into a large painting.

The male was slightly tanned. His beautiful light chocolate brown skin touched her pale complexion. I had no idea who I was drawing, but damn, he looked fine.

His large muscles covered her small arms and his face was burried into her neck. She was smiling. Her eyes were closed and her body leaned against his.

I was about to add some extra highlights when my door opened. Lana.

"Ugh, you're painting again. I was just gonna tell you that there's a party this Saturday, and we're going."

"Whose party?" I asked, not very interested.

"Roberts" she said carefully. I froze. Not him. I shook my head gently and started putting my paints away.
"Well then I'm definitely not going."
Lana sighed. "Oh come on, he tried to seduce you, like once! Don't be such a pussy,"

Hearing those words, I threw my paintbrushes down.

"Tried to 'seduce' me like once?! He tried to rape me Lana!" I was fuming with anger by now.