Valerie
The peculiar mark on my lower belly, for what I had been told, was a birth mark. It had been there since I was born, as my mom said so. But it’s very odd to have such a birth mark which was shaped as a solid cross. I had once observed it careful through mirror and I was surprised to find that the two intersecting lines were exactly at the same length.
I raised my doubts to mom but she told me that might be God’s bless because I was an angel to them.
Well, they never believed in God.
The truth was that I couldn’t remember if it had always been there since my birth. Literally, I didn’t have any memories before the age of 5. That used to confuse me a lot. When my friends were chatting about some funny stupid mischiefs they did in kindergartens, I would be the one who lost speech.
They always consoled me. They said it was normal, that I might have a slight childhood amnesia but that’s not big deal.
I didn’t conside
Valerie “Happy birthday! Val!” Whenever we had my birthday celebrations, mom, dad and Mathilda would give me a big hug before I blew out the candle light. On occasions, if I had invited a few friends to the party, mom would looked at us in a distance with an assuring smile. “My little girl was growing up into a beautiful lady.” She would say something like this, while my dad, on the other hand, would say, “No matter where you go, Val. You’ll always be our little girl.” Whatever wishes they blessed with me counted for a naught now. I sat on bed, staring numbly at the closed door where the master had left. It was until tears fell onto my laps that I realized I was crying. I hadn’t shed a single tear after being captured, even when I was brutally whipped by the guards. But now, I felt like suddenly being caught in the tide of pains that I had buried deeply into my heart. The tide pulled me out to the sea of sorrow, where
Xavier Pain. Pain was the only emotion I saw in her eyes. The way she looked at anything remained the same. She might sometimes appeared to be timid or scared, but that’s not her true feelings. I knew it as I used to see the same countenance on mother’s face before she perished. It was a face with hopelessness that they believed the rest of their lives had stretched out as a dead loop with no exit. It wasn’t quite a pleasant feeling to be reminded of my mother. But Valerie did resembled her quite a lot. My mother, the former Luna of Red Moon Pack, was born to be the only child of an Alpha’s, from whom my father took the crown. Despite being mated to my father, she never seemed to love him. And in the same way, as she had told me so, my father didn’t want her either. They were forced together by the responsibilities for their pack and sacrificed their own wills. My father Caser Murphy, growing up in a warrior’s fa
Valerie My stay at the castle, though with a harsh beginning, turned out not to be as bad as it was in the cell, actually, much better. After blending in with the other slaves, I was completely forgotten by the tormenters as I learnt how to be invisible. But the start was indeed very tough. Mrs. Manson, the head maid, had sought every opportunities to make me since my arrival. I woke up at 3:30 the next morning as she warned me to be present at 4am and I stood there alone waiting for her until she finally strolled downstairs at 6 o’clock. For the entire two hours, I didn’t even dare to sit down or leave the spot in case that she might suddenly appear. My back and legs were hurting. I was pretty sure that Mrs. Manson did it deliberately because very soon after she came down, the servants and slave all gathered downstairs, being prepared to embark on their duties. She gave me the wrong time. Mrs. Manson shot me a glance
Valerie My only encounter with a vampire before the auction was a very short one. It could hardly be described as an “encounter” because it happened so fast that I hadn’t even been able to see his face. But I can still recall the harsh squawks he made after being shot down. It was on a private after party of a wedding where mom and dad brought us to attend. The bride was my mother’s childhood bestie and she was very fond of Mathilda and me. She invited us to visit her newly decorated yard where the roses she planted was blossoming glamorously. We were stunned by the beauty of nature. She looked contented with our reactions and she asked us if we’d like to see her cute little puppy Betty. She told us that her loving husband had just build a new wooden kennel for Betty, which was placed in the backyard and definitely worth a visit. Of course we were delighted to. Mathilda and I both desired to raise a dog in our own family but mom never
Lucas This girl was different, and it’s not that she’s the first woman Xavier brought back to the castle. She was special to me because she looked so similar to her, my late lover Chelsea. The first time I held the girl in my arms, despite only a few seconds, I knew it’s her reincarnation. They had same empathetic eyes and delicate bodies like a malnourished flower. Her scent also resembled hers, a faint smell of rosemary, reminding me clearly of my first encounter with Chelsea, a human girl who had been serving Princess Elizabeth two centuries ago. Back then, I was the shunned vampire prince who had been sacrificed by royal council to marry off a human princess for the peace treaty. I visited their land with the envoy sent by my father for proposing this ridiculous arrangement which was said to be beneficial for both sides. That’s when I met with Chelsea. She was the only girl who’s not afraid of vampires. Up our arrival, we’
Valerie I was mopping the first floor when Samantha rushed downstairs excitedly to tell me something this morning. Samantha was the second slave friend I’ve made in this castle. She was an energetic girl who always seemed to be cheerful, and sometimes, the way she talked or laughed reminded me of Ava. But she was quite different from Ava. Or it would be more specific to say that she was distinct from any of us here, because she was a werewolf. That was not a secret in this castle and everyone else knew about it. So the first time I asked her about this, Samantha was not surprised at all. She told me that she was an Omega, which was considered to be the lowest rank in her wolf pack. The fate was determined since her birth, that she would either be banished or enslaved. She was actually contented with being a maid slave here, rather than being punished with banishment. And when I asked about the reason, she laughed. “Dear Val, d
Valerie It’s very hard to say that I had a good time being a maid slave here, but liked I mentioned before, I did think it’s much better than being underground. Sometimes, I would even retrieve the old happy feelings shortly when I was at the terrace on third-floor and taking a view overlooking the lawns enchanted by the beauty of sunset. Or sometimes, I would try to keep some hopes, like Ava always suggested, that I might be liberated someday in the future. Although deep down, I knew they were merely my unrealistic imaginations, I was tricked by the peaceful appearance of ever-present danger. I had always known that our lives, friendships or hopes here were all based on a thin string that could easily be tore by a sudden change of the masters’ tempers They could easily kill us within a blink of second. But I failed to be prepared for something even more torturous in a subtle way. If you were looking for two co
Valerie“Oh no! Not again.” Mathilda flopped on the bed letting out a heavy sigh, “I hate sleeping under the same roof with chickens and lambs!”I laughed at her long face, trying to cheer her up, “Come on, it’s not that bad Mattie. Lambs are adorable and you will love the sceneries there.”“For god sake, Val” Mathilda rolled up her eyes listlessly, “I’m not an idiot. I’ve been there three times and I hated every single minute being there!”I shrugged.We were going to spend our summer vacation at grandparent’s cottage on the outskirts. It would be my first time visit there and I felt a bit anxious. I had never get a chance to see my grandparents, no maternal grandparents to be exact. My paternal grandparents, as we were told so, died when dad was very young. They used to serve in the military and after their sudden death, dad was adop