The Vampire Queen and the Mortal Pauper

Chapter one

A/n: Before we continue, I'm really grateful you've given this story a chance. I would try and post new chapters whenever I can, because I'm still working on Dawn of the Dark Dynasty (book one).

I should also point out, the country of Meilane and its cities that this story will be set in, is a fictional African country along the East African coast. I thought I should clarify that before we continue.

Happy reading!!
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Returning to One's Abode

It was late in the afternoon in Vonza City, the capital of Meilane. The sun hovering over the city was slowly gliding towards the horizon. Being one of the busiest cities in Africa, crowds upon crowds of people could be seen rushing up and about, going about their business. Traffic was already amassing along the major highways as most folks were already closing up work for the day.

It was around this time, along the Pendotamu Bridge, where a fairly slim thick figure could be seen standing by the railings enjoying the cool evening breeze coming from the Indian Ocean. The figure was a beautiful young woman appearing to be in her mid20s. She was wearing an all-white trouser suit that gave off airs of elegance and maturity. Her calm demeanor and upright posture made her appear both gentle and intimidating at the same time. She was like a perfect art sculpture that could only be admired from afar.

The sight and sound of the sea waves as it churned down below brought upon a harmonious feeling. Yet her captivating hazel eyes shone with an inner turmoil that was raging within.

"After all these years, I still can't seem to forget him." Her soft whisper faded away with breeze that swept past. Memories were like fine wine, always getting richer with time. Be it good or bad.

A raspy voice suddenly sounded from behind, "Your Majesty, it is getting late. If we are to beat the evening traffic we should be on our way."

An elderly Asian man in an elegant black tuxedo stood a few paces behind her. He had white short hair and a well-groomed white goatee. Despite his slight hunched posture and wrinkled face, his milky black eyes still showed a youthful strength that no ordinary old man should have. The gaze he directed towards the young woman showed great reverence. It was clear she meant a lot to him.

After a brief moment of silence, the woman spoke in a soft angelic voice, "Grandpa Han, how many times will I have to tell you to stop calling me that, you make it sound too formal."

"Your Majesty, this humble one wouldn't dare call you any other way." The elderly man quickly refused.

"Ai, so stubborn, aren't you?" she playfully scolded.

"My apologies Your Majesty, old habits never seem to abandon this old man," Grandpa Han beamingly said.

The young woman just rolled her eyes. She remained standing there in silence and appeared to be staring at a ship that was sailing away into the horizon, but her mind was completely elsewhere. Grandpa Han knew better than not to intrude.

"I have never known why I am always drawn to this place," she finally spoke with a reminiscing tone. "Centuries have passed and yet it feels like yesterday. They say whether you go east or west, you'll always find yourself going back to the place of your roots. But the funny thing is that this place has never been my ancestral home. So I wonder why here..."

Grandpa Han just remained silent. His milky eyes showed concern for the woman who was seemingly talking to herself. Her past remained unclear to him but he knew she wasn't what she appeared to be. Although her younger appearance, she was quite older than him by far. Probably older by a few thousand years or so!