The Vampire's Blind Mate

I woke up with my arms hurting like hell, while my head drummed, I attempted to get up, heaving my body, realizing I was unable to move. Then for the first time in hours, I felt unbearable pain. My screams and wails pierced the ash-covered devastation, as everything registered. I fought to sit up as every movement hurt like a bitch, in an attempt to get a better view of my injuries. I sobbed, unable to comfort myself, realizing the large debris had collapsed atop the bottom half of my body. I pushed, desperate to remove it, pain shooting at my back as I twisted forcing me to scream again. I couldn’t feel my feet, that wasn’t a good sign, it wasn’t any sign. Again, I pushed, and heaved, attempting to lift it, the pain becoming even more unbearable. But I needed to leave. Those people could come back to check for anything, and I didn’t want to be here if they did. Using the remainder of my strength, I pushed back grimacing at my pain, until thankfully it fell backward releasing me. I c

There was always a reason why I avoided visitors and left Hayden to deal with everything. This was the reason. Having to deal with a bunch of power grabbing old men who were desperate to taste my blood and by extension rule our world. It was the burden and annoyance of being born a Pure blood, one of the very few including my brother who were still in existence. We were also the highest-ranking members of all the families comprising that sec. I had a headache walking through the bland corridors. In truth they weren’t bland. They were decorated with antiques that would catch my eyes in hopes I’d be in a good mood. That’s what made it bland. The fact that they tried and failed to brighten my mood.I should’ve really passed the invitation on to him, but knowing Hayden, he’d be too busy playing with his toys to stand as a proxy. And it was days like this that I needed him to not be distracted right now. The large door leading to the council room swung back heavily clanking against the wa

Everywhere that was cold was dark and everywhere that was dark was cold.I went back to square one. Back to complete and utter darkness and despair. I had no family, no friend, I had no one. Time again abandoned me as I sat in the darkness, it was so dark I could hold it. Unlike my previous cell where I knew exactly where the door was, everything here felt the same. A never-ending box going in circles. I scolded my self from ever crying. I had to give up this childish behaviour at some point. I can’t cry for everything, especially when I feel helpless. I had to be strong, I had to find a way to get out of the hell hole. Every time I thought things would get better, fate kicked me in the ass and proved me wrong. Belle was my last chance; my only hope and she was dead now. Someone killed her and it wouldn’t be too much of a surprise if the asshole I’d seen earlier did it. He was the incarnation of evil. My cheeks still hurt from where he gripped me. I made no attempt to talk after fe

“Look at yourself. Look at what you’ve become being on the street!” Yelled my father.I ignored him. He was the same as the rest. He only wanted to create a scene to make it appear as if he cared when he didn’t. None of them did. Ever since the blood suckers took over, all they did was suck up to them, smile and nod their heads whenever they said something. Nobody ever daring to oppose them. That’s what we've become now, just underdogs, servants for people who required our blood to live. And I hated them. I loathed the lot of them, and I hated their King. “You’ve defied me enough now Thomas, it's time you made yourself useful. ” My father barks atop his voice maybe in hopes to seemingly remaining stern. I can only roll my eyes at his pretense. “And do what? You want me to kneel before them and sing kumbha ya, like everything's okay!” I screamed I'm equal volume. “Everything is not okay, you’re in here with all your friends drinking expensive wine, laughing and having the best time.

I lost interest in the conversation ten minutes in. I nonetheless couldn’t fathom why I was still doing this. Still sitting in on ridiculous meetings about economy and structure, when all I kept hearing every time I turned up was the same thing. Money. More and more money, that’s all they wanted. The ludacris vain little things that humans deemed important. Vital perhaps. Something that faded in and out of existence with every new advancement and I say the word advancement with a grain of salt. Maybe it's their short life spans that make them feel the urge to do things rather quickly. I'll never understand. My eyes slid close tuning them out as I laid in the chair. This was the other agitating issue. All I did was sleep, but I was yet to actually get rest. I really should pass this one to Hayden as well. My head throbbed endlessly, while I cringed in the chair. This damn pain felt like it was about to tear my head apart. I leaned back resting my head against the chair, before my body