Willow’s POV
After a long summer of gardening, taking care of the pantry in my backyard and writing my alternate universes, it’s finally that time of year again: harvest.
Now I’m by no means a farmer, but I do live off the land, as I have been for the past 3 years. Being here all alone in this acreage with no one but my 3 cats Dottie, Izzy and Lucy and two dogs Charlie and Maya is definitely not easy, but the six of us make it work. They kill the mice, rats, insects and scare off the coyotes, then I’ll give them food, shelter and all the love any pet could hope for.
With harvest time also means a “holiday” for me as well. During late August and September I’m only focused on harvesting and preserving as much food as I can for the winter. If need be, I could always hit the small supermarket in Cloudry and shop for the bare necessities, but growing everything (almost everything) myself is much better and cost-effective. Thankfully, the publishing of my books have gotten me to the life I have always dreamt of- even written of some sort of fairytale I always wanted to be the main character in.
“C’mon, Luc,” I chime out as I hold open the door for the distracted white kitten who’s playing with her racoon-like tail in the dark of midnight. She lets out a whiny meow in response then begins running towards the house.
A whisk of the cold fall air has me closing the door imeddiately behind her as she enters the cottage. Shivers run down my spine in response and I scurry over to the furnace where all the animals are currently laying about on the furniture and on their beds.
Before heading off to bed, Im sure to fill up their water dish and give them all a loving pet on their heads. I also lock every door to the outside as well.
My dogs are good at guarding the place, but I know that there's been some recent incidents with my neighbors farm animals lately. Only a few weeks ago, they found a dead cow- blood sucked dry- laying in the paster amongst the other cows. Not even a couple days later two of the kids; a young girl named Casey and a little boy named Tommy, never returned from an evening walk out to check on the animals. No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive.
I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing.
Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp.
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The next morning...
The first thing I hear is the howling of the dogs as I wake from my ever-so-great sleep. Kidding, it sucked. All I dreamt of last night was finding my only friends - my animals of course- dead, a sucked dry from whatever terrible being has been making it's way through the valley.
Suddenly, there's the same annoying scratching on my door I hear every morning. "Oh quit, Maya, would ya?"
With a sigh, I roll myself out of bed and practically drag my nearly corpse-like body towards the door. As soon as I twist the handle, Maya, my little black lab squeezes through along with two cats.
I smile, picking up a fuzzy throw blanket from the bed and wrap it around my bare shoulders. "Good morning to you too," I remark, giving them all a scratch on the head.
I exit the bedroom and begin making my way towards the kitchen. Without hesitation, I flick on my Keurig and put a coffee pod into the slot. My gaze directs out towards the window, noticing that it is likely going to be a foggy, depressed day today.
But as I look closer out the window, I notice something. Mr. Wilson-my neighbor who is usually out at this time on his morning walk- is laying still in my back yard.
"Oh my good god," I gasp out. I let the blanket resting on my shoulders drop to the lineloum floor as I rush towards the porch door.
My stride becomes a sprint in no time as I come apon Mr. Wilson. "Mr. Wilson!" I cry out. When I reach him, I'm stopped immediatley- hesitantly when I see dark blood running out of a bite on his neck. I drop to my knees and place my hand over his heart.No beat. No nothing.
To be sure, I place two fingers on his neck and wait pateintly for a pulse- for anything, really. This man doesn't deserve an ending like this, he's too kind and such an amazing person. He brings me free eggs from his chicken coup every Sunday for godsakes!
Hanging my head low and letting my frizzy, curly hair plop in front of my colour-runned face, I wipe the blood from my hands onto my night gown. But before I can even let out a strain of emotion, I can feel strong hands dig roughly into my arms and pull me up to the ground so fast that Im nearly lifted off the ground.
"Now are you sure that you wanted this one, Maddox?" the person grasping me says daringly. "I had thought maybe we keep this one... For fun, ya know?"
I knew it. I knew there was some horrible person going around and murdering those poor animals. I just didn't know that they would come out in the broad daylight like this.
My eyes shut tightly as I can hear the crunching of footsteps begin to approach me slowly. The hands wrapped around my arms are starting to dig into my skin, leaving tingles of pain all throughout me.
I feel a cold finger lift my chin gently, then a thumb caressing over my tightened jaw. "You're right, Brother. We will keep her. Wasting a beauty of this kind would do us no good."
The brother chuckles deeply and I am set from my tippy toes to my feet in an instant. I don't dare open my eyes, though. Fear is crawling through me worse than when I had to watch my father skin a deer when I was little.
One of them sighs. "Open those eyes for me, Princess. Let me see who you are..."
So I do, even though I know shouldn't. When the sun gleams into my eyes, it takes me a few moments to realize that there's a rather beautiful man standing in front of me, croutched down and gazing at me contently. "Who are you?" I mumble, anger bubbling up inside of me. More fear than anything, really.
He chuckles and stands, his body towering over me like a giant, and suddenly, I feel like an ant about to be crushed. "Maddox," he replies. "My name is Maddox Archfiend. Prince of NitraVille and this is my brother, Samuel." Maddox gestures towards the other man. "He too, is Prince of NitraVille."
My brows furrow in confusion. There is no Kingdom near me; I've never even heard of this "NitraVille". Who are these people.
I cross my arms tightly against my chest, giving a small glance back towards my little cottage. My animals are now looking out the window, wagging their fluffy tails, awaiting me to open the door to let them out.
Then Charlie and Maya begin to bark, and next thing I know, Maddox is nearly on top of me now, a bright smile with... with long, sharp teeth on display...
"No no no!" I scream, wiggling against his grasp. His head bends down into the crease of my neck and I can feel his wet, bloody lips against my skin.
He breathes me in deeply and sighs out contently. "You smell delicious, my beautiful Willow."
My entire body freezes when the word, "Willow", leaves his mouth. How on earth does this man know my name?!
And as I try to question this strange knowledge of his, an ear-piercing scream lets out of me as I feel his sharp fangs dig into the side of my neck...
Maddox's POV Her hands clamp tightly around my biceps as I sink my teeth deeply into her neck, drinking out her tasteful blood bit by bit. Soon, though, I can feel her body go limp over mine, so I detach from her and sweep her up into my strong arms. I lick the last droplets of blood from my mouth before sharing a glance with Samuel. "I think we'll keep her," I tell him as I admire Willows ring-curled hair, the dark brown becoming shiny against the sunlight. I've never seen a woman as beautiful as her and I have seen many women in my life, all of good looks. Samuel nods. "Well we had better get going. That spell Cassandra casted won't last much longer, and if we don't go now, we could be a pair of burnt vampires." Ah, Cassandra. One of the only skilled witches from miles on end. We were lucky when we came across her years ago when she lost her family to a pack of wolves. Out of a human family and skilled like
Willow's POVIn what only feels like minutes, I awake from my slumber on this oh-so-comfy bed, immediatley sitting up out of fear of the different sheets beneath me and the blankets atop me. For a moment, I think that I've been captured in mysleep, but I realize right away that I was actuallycaptured in the broad daylight by some vampires.I can't believe I'm actually referring to a real life vampire...What the fuck...With a heavy sigh, I turn over underneath the blankets, coming face-to-face with Maddox who's shirtless now. He's not as pale or greyish as your usual vampire; his hair a light brown, complementing the light tan he has against his olive-ton complexion. But that's not the only thing I notice... It looks as though Satan has chiseled his body like some super greek god, or maybe just a general, hot vampire."Liking the view?"My heart skips a couple beats a
Continuing in Willow's POVFrom the looks of it, the 'King' (this is how all the servants are speaking to him and such) does not seem to have a designated partner; he has many, it seems. The women that were just surrounding him as we entered the dining hall are now dancing sexily to the intrument music others play with sly grins on their faces.It becomes quite tempting for me to ask Maddox about his mother, but I never dare. He could rip me apart if he wanted to."You enjoy steak, Dear?" King Emrik questions as servants come rushing out of the kitchen with steaming plates in their hands. They set two cooked ones in front of Maddox and I, but Liam, Samual and him receive completely raw ones.What in the hells name is going on? Since when did vampires eat and when did they eat cooked meat? This is so fucking weird.Without another strange thought in mind, I pick up my utensils and carve into the steak, cutting out a juic
Maddox's POVWillow never really knew what I was going to do with her... What she would endure in her time here. No doubt had my princess thought she was going to live the rest of her long life here with me and not have me drink her to death her first night here. She tastes divine, but there is so much more I need from her.She has no idea how much I crave her, and in so so many ways.Luckily, though, today is the day I can finally keep her as mine once and for all after those long grueling months of watching and admiring her from afar. To taste her lips is all I can think about.I flip the covers off of my well-rested body and get out of bed. Peering outside the window over my bed, I see it's late morning now.You may think that vampires live only during night, but here in Nitraville, it is only ever darkness. Because I am a hybrid, I can sleep whenever I please, but with consequences. If I were to
Willow's POVThis all feels like some type of nightmare, like a nightmare where my sleep demon refuses to let me wake up no matter how many times I try to pinch myself away or go to sleep, hoping that I'll wake up back in my home again.As a girl, I would have never thought that I would have my first kiss stolen by a vampire. A freakin' vampire. AND have it happen on our wedding day! Only a week ago I was finishing up my last book to a trilogy about a relationship between an immortal and mortal, now it's become a dreadful reality.Now, I sit here on a bench over-looking a wide flowing river that's colour is so blue it's nearly black. All I want to do is step into it- heavy wedding dress and all- and let the current take me to my death.Currently, there is a celebration going on inside the building that I'm only a few feet away from right now. I had went in for a short while, trying to blend in and please Maddox
MAJOR T.W- SUICIDAL THOUGHTS Continuing in Willow's POV "I think the bastard poisoned her with that horrible spell he used to try and take her. Wouldn't be surprised if the fucker had no clue what the consequences of his doings would be." "You are right, my King. It does seem that Princess Willow has been poisoned with Death-Bending magic. Luckily, though his was quite weakly used and will be easly undone with a quick spell... Are you familiar with the "brisk heal" spell?" "Yes, of course. Is that what she requires, Doctor?" "Promptly, my King." "Thank you doctor Kesme. You are dismissed to your other duties." Then I can hear a door shut and I force myself to open my eyes so I can see the world around me.I groan loudly as all the pain in my body catches up to me again and I'm left laying there nearly paralyzed everything hurts so much. Tears begin sting
Maddox's POV "Are you almost done?" I call out to Willow as I tap my fingers against the granite countertop boredly. Why do women take so long in the shower all the time? I swear its like a waiting game. But she never answers my question, leaving me standing there itching to turn around and see if I can get a reply from her. I won't though, I told her I'd respect her privacy. I sigh, crossing my arms against my chest tiredly. "Willow! Are you almost done?" Then thats when I realize I can't hear her breathing anymore or the quiet splashes in the tub she was making almost moments ago now. So I turn around, seeing her no longer peaking out of the water; her hair now floating at the top while the rest of her body is submerged in the bubbles and water. I don't even have to think twice, because next thing I know I'm at the side of the tub reaching my hands into the water to grasp her arms and pull her out. Wh
Willow's POV Another groan escapes my lips as Maddox thrusts another finger into, beginning to slide them through and through in a much quicker motion, speeding up with each thrust. Never had I thought I'd say this, but this man is making me crazy! I never thought doing something like this with him would make me ache for more and send my body into a spiral of uncontrolled pleasure. With his other hand, he engulfs my jaw in his hand, kissing me on the lips in a rough manner, slightly nibbling on my bottom lip. It's enough to cause blood, but he licks it right away with a grin. I'm surprised he didn't drink me to death. He curls his fingers inside me, somehow shoving them even deeper to which I moan loudly to. He immediatley silences me with his lips once again. "Did you not hear me, Princess? Who do you belong to?" he pinches a wet lip, making me squirm and squeal against his impossible grip. "