The Vampire Queen
I once had a normal life. I had a heartbeat, color in my skin, a soul. As I sat at my mirror wishing to look at the once reflection I had, thinking maybe this isn't for me, I brushed my hair as my servants got my dress ready for me. "What if no one likes me?" I asked one of the lady's looking for my corset. "You'll do fine. You were destined to be great, and great you shall be my lady." The lady was paler then me, she had been on this earth longer then me by a thousand years. She walked over to me and with her wrinkly, cold, old hands she grabbed the brush from me and began to brush my what use to be bright strawberry red that is now coal black hair. She began to speak, "My lady, what is bothering you truly?" "I don't know. I wasn't born a vampire, so I don't understand why I must rule the whole undead." The old lady put the brush down and began fixing my hair up and looked at me and said, "You were chosen because you were destined to lead us to survive. The king predicted it before you took your first breath dear. How did you become a vampire anyhow? The king never spoke of how you were turned." I put my head down and began to sadden. "It's a sad and horrible story." the woman stopped playing with my hair and kneeled down next to my and lifted my head by my chin. "Oh you poor thing. Please tell me, maybe I can help you through this feeling before you have to go out to the throne room." I looked at her like I felt comfort and wiped my tears. I took a deep breath and began, "Okay I will tell you, but don't say I didn't worn you. It's not a happy story."
