KIRAThese bloodsuckers really know how to eat because I have never seen a breakfast quite like this.Breakfast is supposed to be butter toast and eggs, at least, that’s what my mum used to make. Nothing like this. The breakfast table spread across the hall, covering the expanse of the room. Five chairs, dripped in the finest gold, were positioned at different angles. In between them were foods and drinks of all varieties :toast, eggs, salmond, grapes, apples, wine, bagels, sausages,  oranges, baguettes, hell there was even pizza.I could have sworn there was a mini water fountain on the table.I didn’t even get this much variety when breakfast was delivered in my room.“Woah,” I said in awe.“I guess you can say we like to feast,” Emily said with a wink. She pulled out a chair for me to sit just in time for the servants to come from the nearby kitchen, bringing in more food. Even before the takeover,

KIRA“Anything, Master.” If he kept on looking at me like that, I would give him my life if he asked me to.“Promise me you’d stay pure,” he takes one bold step towards me. “untainted,” then another, “and free from the decay of this planet.” Prince Dante was close now, so close that I could feel his breath on my lips as he spoke. “No matter what happens, Kira, don’t ever change.”I promise?“I promise, Master,” I whispered. This moment felt so intimate. It felt like it was just the two of us, right here, right now, in this moment. I didn’t care if we were outside, visible enough for everyone to see what was going on. His hands moved slowly, hesitantly, until they touched my red hair. He then caressed it and I leaned into his touch, enjoying how his cool hands felt.“The blood flowing in your veins is very hard to resist, beautiful.” He called me be

DANTEEllemea was the head of the witch coven of North America and Emily’s mentor at the Witches’ Academy. I pride her as being the one who taught Emily everything she had ever known in the world of magic. Emily viewed her as more than just a tutor and I hold her in the highest regard because she and I are a alike in a lot of ways, though she would vehemently deny it.Ever the regal woman, she walked in with grace, class and confidence. It had been a while since I’d last seen her but she hadn’t aged since our last meeting. With her silver hair, mocha skin and brown eyes, she reminded me of the character, Storm from this movie I had found myself indulging in-X-men.“Prince Dante,” she took a curt bow in front of me. “I’m sorry for coming unannounced, but I wanted to discuss some things with you and it simply couldn’t wait.”“Welcome, Ellemea. Please have a seat. You are always welcome in Cas

DANTEAs her tears fell down in heaps, I felt an emotion that seemed to be a recurring decimal when I’m around her-guilt. It pierced my dead heart badly and it hurt to see her cry. I thought she would have protested to me prying into her private life, but to my surprise, she was open and honest about everything.She was an orphan, just like me. She lost her parents when she was young, too young to know anything of this world, just like me, but unlike me, she didn’t have a support system, someone who would help her unburden her grief and sorrow. When my parents died of the bubonic plague back then, I was at least adopted by Ambrose who had saved me from the hands of my brute uncle.Kira however had no one. She was forced into slavery at the tender age of thirteen and in a way, it’s my fault. The vampire takeover caused her pain and I wished, if I had known her, that I could have done something to help her. In beneath the tears, I could feel her

KIRA “He’s here. Prince Dante is approaching.” In the distance, I could see a figure walking towards us. Zander motioned for me to get up and I did, albeit with apprehension. As the figure moved closer, I could make out that it was really Prince Dante. He had on a similar attire to Zander’s, the only difference was instead of a turtle-neck, he was clad in a shirt that showed off his arms and lean muscles. The cotton material hugged his body like a second skin, showing every inch and curve. These creatures are literally flawless and Prince Dante was no exception. He glistened with the sun, almost like the heavens had made it specifically for him. I shouldn’t even be having thoughts like this about my Master, but I can’t help it. He said he could feel my emotions; I wonder if he could feel my heart racing as he was approaching. If he could read my thoughts, then it was endgame for me because that would be awkward and embarrassing. He walked with grace and confidenc