The Beginning of Family Feuds

There has been a war between two families. The Royal family of Werewolves and the Duke family of Vampires. The war has been waging for four decades now. There were two deaths which caused the family feud that would last for until they can find peace within themselves and each other. On a bright summer's day when the daughter of Dronnicka, the King of the vampires, fell in love with the son of Raul, the King of the Werewolves. Raul's son's name is Brixton. Dronnicka's daughter's name is Helena. Helena and Brixton were two love birds. They fell in love at first sight. At first, their parents were in an uproar about them falling in love. Eventually they came to the understanding of their love for each other. It was just a matter of time until their trust and love were to be tested. After about five moths Helena and Brixton began to hate each other. They fought little by little, then it turned into a daily occurrence. The more they fought the more they slept away from their love for one another. The two love birds met their fate one chilly morning in December. It was the day of Christmas when the family feud had begun. January fifteenth. Helena was walking around the red rose hedges that surrounds the Duke's mansion. She stopped to watch a monarch butterfly as it lands on a rose. She smiled sweetly as she knelt down to pick a rose for her bedridden mother. Helena used a pair of garden gloves and a gardening sheers she acquired from the green house. As Helena walked out of the rose hedge garden, she noticed her little kid brother, Daynikson. He was watching his second to eldest sibling wishing he could walk around freely like she can. Daynikson is the next King of the Duke's. Helena patted Daynikson's head affectionately as she passed him. In the mansion there's a giant ballroom with antique furniture and old fashioned chandeliers. The chandeliers are to brighten the ballroom with a soft glow. In another room across from there is the dinning room. The stairway is next to the bar room. The stairs go all the way up past the highest level. It keeps going on until there is no where else to go. No one knows exactly where the staircase leads to. No one has tried to find out. There is only one vampire who is able to keep going up the stairs to the unknown place. Helena quietly opened the door to her mother's master bedroom. She peaked her head in to make sure her mother was awake before she entered. To Helena's surprise her mother was awake. "Helena? What do you need, dear? Is Daynikson alright?" Asked their mother with her sweet, soft voice. Helena kept standing by the door thinking about what her mother just said about her brother. She answered while trying to bite back from showing her anger. "Yes Mother, Daynikson is doing fine. I have a rose for you. May I enter so I can place it in your flower vase?" Heather, Helena and Daynikson's mother took no notice of the rose in her daughter's hand which was now drawing blood from Helena gripping it so tightly. Heather snapped out of her thoughts and acknowledged her daughter with annoyance in her voice. "Yes, you can come in. You may place the flower in my vase. Then you may leave me to my thoughts and dreams. Is that alright with you, Helena?" Helena nodded indicating she understood. As she walked over to the bed Helena contemplated what she could do to have peace, love and respect from anyone. One day, a few days later she found her answer. She met her love, her true love, Brixton. Brixton was riding his favorite horse in a field near the Duke's mansion. He has seen Helena walking to the school house and back home. If you can call it that. Since no one seems to care about Helena, well would you call it your home? Perhaps you still would or perhaps you wouldn't. In fact, they both attend the same school house. The school house has seven floors. First floor is for the Kindergarteners, the second is for the first and second grades and so on. The highest level of grades in this particular school house is seventh grade. After graduating from the Grammar School House everyone goes on to any of the High Schools in the large country. "Whoa Grander, easy there. Whoa." Brixton said to his horse as he stopped. Helena looked at Brixton with a lot of love. Brixton looked back at her also with a lot of love. They began talking about anything that was on their mind both good and bad. Brixton held Helena close as she told him about her family and how they treated her. As Helena cried in Brixton's arms telling him everything, he felt high discuss for her family. "You deserve much better than that sweetheart. Just because they favor that asshole boy. They think that you're not important enough to love nor care about. But I, I love you, I truly love you with all my heart and soul. You're more than they think. I know this for a fact. I understand." "Helena?! Where are you? You need to come home for lunch. It's lunch time so come on home." Called Helena's father in his ice cold voice he always uses with her. As Helena turned to leave Brixton grabbed her hand telling her if she ever needs to talk about anything she can go over to his family's home, the Royal Family's home to talk with any of them. "Any of us will listen and try to help you out with anything." Helena smiled and thanked him. They parted ways, for now. Helena walked home with deep sorrow in her heart. Just the thought of being at the house of the unloved, in her case. She was unable to feel anything except deep sorrow. She didn't want to consider that place her home. Basically, it wasn't a home for her. It was more just a place to sleep and somewhere to hang her coat.