Well, this sucks.
So, I sit back on the bed against the wall, with the letter in my hand. I already read it five times, and I still don’t believe it. My parent’s death wasn’t an accident. They didn’t die in a car crash, someone murdered them. Someone murdered my sweet, caring mother. Someone murdered my protective, loving Father. Why didn’t they just kill me too?
I have no family.
Why am I not crying?
There’s no way, there’s just no way. All of those family parties we had… all those Christmas diners. Is it all really a lie? They look so much like me! Or my Aunt and Uncle weren’t even related to me. Was my whole life a lie? I would never think in a million years my Brother wasn’t my brother. We always made cookies together, and played hide and go seek when we were younger. I shook my head at the thought. He’s not a Vampire.
And he wrote it all in a letter.
He doesn’t have the heart to tell me in person.
I gripped the letter in my hand, and swung my legs off the bed. I walked to the mirror, and pulled my hair out of my pony tail, to see a paler version of me staring back. I leaned forward, and probed the huge gauze patch on my forehead, placing the letter on the dresser. I don’t even remember how I got that…. I guess I fell? Great that makes my life even better. I’m a klutz, and now everyone knows it.
I pressed my hand in to the gauze, and ripped it off; too see a small pink line. I softly ran my finger over it, feeling no pain. Tiny little black lines lined the pink line. How did I heal so quickly?
“Good evening Miss Heart, nice to see you are up and about,” Alfred said from behind me. When I turned around he had strange look on his face. I felt a sudden chill, and remembered what I was wearing.
I covered myself, “Oh my god I’m so sorry, I’ll be right back!” I pulled open the second drawer of my dresser, and pulled out some pajama and a t-shirt. I made sure to cover my butt with the shirt while I searched for pants. I waved at him and gave a nervous laugh, hurrying to the bathroom. I must of scared him for life.
I quickly changed into clothes, and fixed my hair. I smelled the shirt I was wearing, and smelled a foreign washing detergent, and the slight smell of cologne. Little bitch touching my clothe--
The sudden smell of Mac and cheese, broccoli, a salad, and orange soda made my mouth water. I padded out of the bathroom, with a huge smile on my face.
Wait a minute how the bloody hell do I know that?
Why do I have a British accent in my head?!
Alfred cleared his throat, making me look up. “Miss Heart, I assume you are experiencing heightened senses? Maybe a key sense of smell and a British accent in your head?” He asked, and snapped his fingers, “Genevieve, please come in darling.”
An older woman came in, pushing a cart that has a folded TV dinner table on it, and a silver platter with a lid. My mouth watered some more, and then I realized he asked me a question.
I stared at the food, “W-why?” I stuttered, trying to focus on my words, and not the food. I suddenly felt light headed, and reached out for support.
Alfred’s hand grabbed my upper arm, and he practically dragged me to the bed. “You need to stay in bed for a while, you are still weak,” he scolded. I climbed on slowly, and got under the covers. The tray was placed on my lap, and I thanked the older woman. Her hair is in a low pony tail, and peppered gray, and her eyes are a light brown. She’s wearing a black long sleeved blouse, and black slacks. A red apron is around her neck, and wrapped around her waist. She must be a cook.
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Bleeding Royalty Book One & Two (First Draft, unfinished)
RomancePart I: It's Cassie Hearts 18th Birthday. She's finally going to be an adult, get a decent job, go to college, and get the heck out of High school. She's leaving the town she grew up in behind, the town where her parents both died tragically, the to...