Third person's point of view. (Dancer's-Elves-Clan)Ingrid had just finished arranging her bed and was getting ready to sleep, suddenly she felt a cold breeze blew past her leaving her window open.Her eyebrows knitted in a confused frown, but she didn't read much into it.She walked towards her dressing table, she reached for her facial mask but a short and scared scream escaped her lips, when she saw a young man standing behind her through the mirror.Ingrid sprang up at once and wanted to turn around, but the man was very fast to hug her from behind and slammed his hand over her mouth -muffling any sounds coming out."I'm not gonna hurt you" he whispered in her ear. "I'm gonna let go of your mouth and you're not gonna scream, or that's what's gonna get you killed" he threatened her.Her eyes widened, her whole body started shaking in great fear and she nodded.He studied her for a moment, before removing his hand and sat on the dressing table."W-who are you?" Ingrid asked in a sh
Arabella's point of view. We've been driving for seven hours and we finally drove past a big billboard with an inscription on it...WELCOME TO THE HOME OF VAMPIRES.I never knew the vampire kingdom is very far from the palace, now I perfectly understand why those vampires attending legends creation college always prefer staying in the dorms and only go back home on vacation.Going to and fro everyday won't be convenient for them, they'd surely miss class everyday -after all, sitting in a car for seven hours everyday would drive anyone crazy."The vampires are braver than you, werewolves" Wymond said.I frowned slightly."Why would you say that?" I asked."Look" he nodded behind him at the billboard that's already far behind. "They boldly put up a billboard telling everyone that vampires owns this land, but I don't see the werewolves doing same" I scoffed."We like staying low-key, we're not pompous creatures" I defended my kind.He laughed at my words."But my brother-in-law is pomp
Arabella's point of view. (Vampire King's palace)It was kinda a long walk from the border to the vampire King's palace, maybe it's because we were walking in a very slow pace and they're both (Wymond and the vampire King) we're both discussing about the plague along the way.The palace isn't as big as ours, but it's beautiful and well structured. Maids and guards were lined up at the entrance of the palace, waiting to welcome and serve us.They knelt down and fell on their faces immediately they saw us."Welcome, your Majesty, your highness!" they greeted us.A very beautiful, but heavily pregnant woman approached us as fast as she could, yet a little bit slow. There's a warm and welcoming smile on her face, which makes her even more beautiful."Your Majesty" she bowed respectfully at Wymond since she can't kneel, then turned to face me. "Your highness" she bowed too."Wow, you're so beautiful even though you're pregnant" I complimented her.She blushed very hard."I'm nothing compa
Arabella's point of view. "You weren't yourself at the table, did you find anything fishy?" Wymond asked me, we've retired to our room -the room Jones prepared for us.There was a long pause as I was wearing a beauty facial mask when he asked the question, I quickly climbed onto the bed when I'm done and pulled the blanket up to my chest.Wymond sighed impatiently."Can you answer me now?" he asked."Yeah" I leaned against the headboard. "I thought I saw someone like Ingrid"His eyebrows furrowed in confusion."Ingrid? Who's that?" I gaped at him, don't tell me he forgot her -wasn't he the one who had her locked up for three days?"She's one of my schoolmates, you even had her locked up some weeks ago" He tilted his head slightly, then he curved his mouth in an O shape as realization dawned on him."Yeah" I eyed him. "But I'm not so sure if it's truly her, because I didn't get to see her face.." I pouted shortly. "..but my instincts keep telling me she's Ingrid""Hold on, isn't she
Arabella's point of view. "These are the herbs our doctors prescribed, they don't cure the plague, but at least the plague's effects was reduce... " Jone paused, sighed and shook his head in disappointment. ".. but the herbs aren't working anymore, no matter the amount we use, the plague just kept worsening everyday" he said.Wymond picked a herb and sniffed it, a frown appeared on his face at once."Who's the head doctor?" he asked."He's at the health center" Jones replied."Take me there" Wymond commanded and Jones nodded in agreement.He (Wymond) glanced at me and signaled me to follow them, I rolled my eyeballs as I grumbled coherently. I didn't wanna go with them, because I wanted to confirm something. *I don't wanna look behind and realize you're not following me, you wouldn't wanna know what I'm gonna do to you, baby* he warned me through our mind-link.*It's not as if I'm gonna do anything to help there**I just wanna be seeing you* he replied. *But...**No buts, baby!* he
Third person's point of view. "That's our head doctor, professor Landon" Jones said, pointing to a man who seemed to be in his forties.King Wymond frowned as he narrowed his eyes and carefully studied the doctor who was injecting an old woman, he felt like something's off with the doctor but wasn't sure what it was.He tried to read the doctor's thoughts but couldn't, which made his frown deepened and he came to a conclusion.He moved his gaze from the doctor and looked around at the vampires who were affected by the plague, some were coughing non-stop, some had dark spots all over their skins and it seemed as if their skins were decaying.King Wymond opened his hand and a syringe needle moved from a tray into his palm, there's a bluish liquid inside the syringe, King Wymond quickly broke it in two parts and sniffed it, then cringed in disgust as he inhaled a very bad smell.He threw a disgusted glare at the doctor."I don't know if that guy looks like your head doctor, Landon, but
Arabella's point of view. (Flashback)I had just finished telling Wymond about the maid whom I saw earlier, and how I have a feeling that she's Ingrid, I told him about investigating about the maid but he stopped and promised to handle it himself.Then we decided to retire to bed, but we were disturbed by a loud thud and sprang up at once, our heads snapped towards the direction the sound came from -the window.We heard someone whimpering and sniffling, Wymond hopped off the bed and walked towards the person, I followed quietly behind him thinking it's... I didn't even know what I was thinking then, but whatever it was, it was scaring me.But my mouth dropped open when we got close and I saw who it was."Ingrid?" I called.She raised her head, I was taken aback by her appearance. There were long red marks on her left cheek, there were also red marks on her neck as though she tried to commit suicide by hanging herself to death and her whole face was red as tears flooded every part of
Arabella's point of view. "No, no, that's not cute""It's cute, she's my niece and I know what's cute on her""But he's my godson, my godson, get it?"Niece? Isn't that Daphne and Renee's voice? What niece and godson are they fuçking talking about?"Ladies, ladies, please, it's not a niece, it's my nephew -why are y'all fighting over what's mine?" Arthur? Why is Arthur here? Wait, where am I? My last memory was back in the abandoned warehouse where we ended Oak's life and I passed out, yeah, maybe all these arguments are happening in my dream.I guess I've had enough sleep, it's time I wake up and... eat, I'm starving so bad.A tired yawn left my mouth as I stretched my stiff limps, I'm so tired as if I just had a very long sleep, then I snapped my eyes open, only to come face to face with about five pairs of eyes staring at me. Mom, Arthur, Daphne, Renee and another girl who's almost the same age as me, or maybe she's a little bit older than me but I don't recognize her -they wer