What do you say to someone when someone close to them dies? I'm sorry? Are you okay? Here's 10 million dollars to make it all go away. Willow sat on the dining chair in her father's house as she looked at her brother playing video games right after coming from school. He was still in his sweaty, dirty clothes, and her father was yelling at him for it. "How many times have I told you to take a shower and complete your assignments before playing these games?" Over the years, her father had taken the role of a mother too. She had never said it to him but she immensely respected the way he parented her and her brother. Lord knows it wasn't easy. "Just one more game, dad!" Daniel whined. "I promise." It had been 'one more game' since three games. Willow laughed as she watched the scene. Her eyes were covered with the rose-colored glasses that she had bought from the magic marke

Wes is the king.He had finally achieved what he wanted at the expense of her family. She had been grieving for all this time and hadn't considered the causes of these unfortunate events. Willow was aware these rogue vampires had to originate from somewhere, but she had no idea Vilaria was the source instead of Hieroland, as she had previously assumed. If Wes was the king, then he had let the vampires out, the ones that killed her family.Her nostrils flared."We can't stay here anymore," she whispered.Willow and Grace hid behind the counter and watched the vampire who was still crying over the dead body."Where will we go?" Grace asked a little too loudly. She too was crying and terrified."Shh!" Willow looked out of the window to see if the vampire had heard them. "We'll go out through the backdoor."Grace nodded before crawling on the floor like Willow. They safely made it out of the kitchen and into the living room. Will

Willow saw the scratch on her wrist that had droplets of blood trickling out of it. She closed her eyes before wincing in pain.Although if there were any poetic justice, it would look exactly like the vampire howling in torment on the ground. The hooded man took a knife out of his coat and plunged it deep into the creature's heart. Willow heard the painful sounds of death and backed away.The man slowly removed the knife from the vampire's heart and looked at her."Don't be afraid."She pressed the cut with her hand to stop it from bleeding before slowly inching away from him."I am not going to hurt you," he said softly.She looked at him skeptically."Who are you?"The man took off his black hood and stepped into the yellow light. He appeared to be in his late 40s, buff and fit, with salt and pepper hair.He extended his hand to help her up."I am Rick."Willow let go of the wound and used both of her ar

Five Months Later   Willow walked down the empty street at night. The dark atmosphere and dimmed yellow light bulbs allowed very little vision ahead. She held her coat tightly with her gloved hands and wrapped her arms around herself as she quickened her pace, knowing that a vampire was following her. All that could be heard was the sound of her quick feet tapping against the concrete and the pounding of her heart. The vampire, too, quickened his pace. There was no need for him to chase the prey, but the thrill of the hunt excited him. The vampire smirked as he saw the human turn into a narrow alley. This should be easy, thought the predator while turning into the alley. He saw the human standing in the middle of the street. Having let go of the coat, she looked for something in the inside pocket. The hunger of the vampire overruled the thrill of the hunt. Without wasting any time he lunged forward to kil

Ava walked down the hallways of the palace while her dress and the long sleeves almost swept the floor. Her bodyguard followed closely behind. She walked inside her room and shut the door, walking towards the window and looking out at the city that now stretched beyond its previous boundaries. It had been months since the king, her husband, left the kingdom; and months since she was sober. When she heard of the king's departure, she almost celebrated in front of the entire kingdom. She was finally free of the torture that was their marriage, free to leave at her own will; or at least that is what she had thought. He wasn't a bad person to her, but there was no love in the marriage. He had given her everything and would never say no to her for anything materialistic. But she was young and beautiful and craved the romance that they write about in love songs and poems. In the initial days of her husband's departure, she had asked to be relieved of her duties as a qu