I sat in the dry ground, my legs crossed with a white robe covering my body as my head hung so low. The witches were in a circle around me, they were chanting with the voices so low and so gently like a siren’s song. The whole vampire race in the coterie was here, some standing with some sitting down, defeated just as I was. I had screamed and screamed with the king running so fast, capturing my convulsing body in his arms. He had shouted, screamed on what I had been doing out there but the pain had been too much for me to even say anything.
So many spells had been done with none working, blood just flowing through my legs with the life sucked from my baby. The witches had reached us soon after the king, joining in chants but nothing working. The relief came after the witch queen had arrived. She drew one spell with the pain taken away. Her tongue had been sharp with each bind of the spell, shouting and lashing so hard at me with not even husband at my res
I gave the king time to go through his motions. He stood there for the longest of time, sitting down on the ground with every one still waiting.I cleared my throat, knowing I had to say something.“Can I have all your attention please?” I tried to speak up even though it was unnecessary, looking at that they were all supernatural species with enhanced hearing. They soon turned, making their way near the circle around me. No one said a thing. Gregory, the king’s second along with Glenda walked over to the king and just stood near.“I know all of you are worried and confused. We are sorry for having all of you in the dark for so long. There was a situation where I was nearly killed but luckily the baby and I made it through. I am fine and the baby is too with the confirmation from the king’s mother. We ask for patience and support. More will be said after some discussions and we just want to
“Anastasia,” The voice was so near, so near my hair floated. A shiver ran through my body with the goose bumps rippling through my skin. I stood where I was, frozen in place. Here we were again, each time getting more horrific than the last. I did not know what to do, did not know if this was punishment or some sick prank someone was playing on me. My hands shook, fear so much I choked on air, my eyes taking every inch of the dark room. I could hear the plop of the water a distance away, could feel the souls drift all around me, leaving me shaken to no end.I closed my eyes and opened them yet nothing happened. My heart beat from my throat so much so I could not even scream for help having me panic even more. I could feel it, the beast breathing behind me. The longer we stood, the harsher it would breathe, having me shake like a leaf.“It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream.” I kept saying in my head, closin
I oiled my skin, wore some leggings and the king’s large t-shirt which I could not help but bring to my nose and take a whiff of him. My mind went cloudy, my eyes shut with no hope of opening. What I felt was beyond explaining. He was the air I breathe. He was my world and I just could not wait to lay my eyes on him again. I walked out with my hair pulled back, feeling it bounce on my back, it having such volume, being one of the features I liked about myself. My eyes looked up, ready for my day to be ruined. The queen sat in her tub chair, weaving. I walked out slowly, my feet kissing the cold floor. My hand went to my stomach, brushing it as my heart skipped a beat. How lucky could I be? I could not even fathom all that I had been blessed with. I got to the foot of the bed, seeing all the messy sheets. There was no other option than to make the bed yet never had I been so nervous. I was making the bed in front of the queen witch who criticized everything I did and making a b
I shot up straight as if running from death. I sat up with my eyes wide, taking in the room as my chest heaved up and down. It felt as if I had just been drowning in a large body of water. I took a gulp of air, my hand on my chest, searching the room but not sure what I was searching for or who? My eyes fell of the vampire king who stood up from the tub armchair where he had sat with a paper in his hand. I saw him coming closer only to sit on the bed. The darkness had claimed the room, my eyes staring at that chair, knowing it was tied to whatever I was searching for. My hand brushed on my chest, willing my heart down but like a brick to the face, the memories hit me hard. My eyes snapped to the king, accusing and angry, burning like a spit fire.I shook my head, too angry to even speak.“I don’t want her near me.” I simply said, heaving with sweat trickling down my forehead. I watched the king as the words wash
I paced through the room, so much so my feet were burning and surely red at that point.What happened?Was he okay?There were so many questions in my mind, questions I would ask and answer myself. Of-course he was okay, he was the vampire king for crying out loud, but that did nothing to ease my worry. Something was wrong, something was really wrong. I could feel it in my blood, I could feel it in my bones. I sat on the bed only to stand up a second later and start pacing again. My hand was in my mouth, my nail chewed away with my eyes moving to the door now and again. My eyes were sore, body aching yet I could not calm down enough to stay still. The sun had rose a few hours again, the kingdom as quiet as ever, having my heart pound even harder.What happened?Was he okay?The questions kept coming over and over again leaving me to sigh and throw my ha
“MOTHER!?”The room seemed to freeze, everything going still with the only thing I could hear being my heart drumming in my ears. I cried even harder at the sight of him, my hand moving to support my upper body yet I slipped again with my chest hitting the hardwood floor.The door was shut with such intensity I thought it would shutter.The chants died down, giving me the energy to slip through the floor and scurry away. I could feel the air tense all around us as the king stepped closer. I could feel my blood run cold with the king taking each step as my cries escaped my lips. My hands wrapped around my body, trying to get up but failed. I looked up, everything glassy having me take a deep breath. The king was here, I would be okay, I would be okay. I kept telling myself, my tears falling and leaving it all clear for me with the king red with fury. His jaw was so tight I thought it would snap, his hair
I lay on the bed, my arms circling around my waist with my eyes fluttering open only to close. The room was dim, only chants being heard, just drowning in my ears and blending with the nothingness that I felt. A shiver ran down my spine, goose bumps on my skin just for that second as I tightened my arms around my body, too taken to bring the cover even further up to cover my arms. There was a hole in my chest, my mind thinking and over-thinking everything.This was how my days were spent, just lying in bed blinking the daysaway with the girls chanting. I licked my lips, my heart bleeding, missing my husband, missing the man who was so weird, having me laugh all day with his weirdness. I closed my eyes, not sure what I felt really. He was turning to a ghost day by day having me scared, no longer feeling safe as I lay next to him at night. Some nights he would not come back not sure if I was relieved or frightened. I bit my lower lip, my belly round now, all
Nothing but utter silence, silence so loud it tore through my whole body. My arms were wrapped around my body, feeling so weak with my legs crossed on the floor yet my eyes never tearing from the window. Everything was so still, not a single soul heard outside with the only thing at sight being the smoke rising to the sky. My heart drummed, so afraid and heartbroken.How many had died?How many of my people had died andwho died? So many questions ranthrough my mind leaving me exhausted.“Please just tell me you are okay.” I tried again, speaking in my head, speaking to myself because all I needed was to just know if he was okay.Fear paralyzed me, what if he was hurt? Where was he? What the hell was going on? How was he doing?I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath with a heavy weight on my shoulders. I felt like death myself, the death of all the people having knocked me