[Small note flash backs are in ()]
(April Tenth, 1870) (We had been ordered by the princesses father, to rid the village of Salem of their disloyalty to their vampire protectors, they've been catching and disdaining each and every vampire immigrant that had passed through their gate, so the king sent vampire ten elites to baptise the whole village with blood, well nine actually the tenth was the princess, it took them four hours to liberate the village, they killed them all with hearts full sadness. Xayla (Kayla) found a little sick infant, she couldn't kill him, but to her he looked like a vampire, his body looked like it was just skin and bones, but that fact alone means he was a Royal blood, because if he wasn't he would have turned to a pile of dust right about now, but he had seemed to have entered an vampric like coma. But his heart was beating very slow like a humans, so she gave him some of her blood through the small push pin sized hole she made in her finger, she suddenly felt a burning pain in her chest, a sword had be quickly slipped through her lung, and before she went into a deep coma, she had made a hole in her own chest, and brought the infant in her womb with the last of her magic......)
Lucy, could hear their feet, the knights with their heavy boots and shiny armor were not far behind, she had to get to the royal storage room ~Where they keep royal vampires in coma like states~ as she ran she could hear orders being barked out among her following captors.
It was hard for her to run in the maid dress, but it was worth it, she would've ran shackled and naked just to revive her friend, about one hundred forty-two years or so her friend Xayla was stabbed in the chest from behind,she was the only survivor of the ten who went, she ran, the dress bounced, things were broken, but she had to get to were she needed to be.
The large silver crested door loomed over her like a giant, who's handles could have been made from an angels wing, well Lucy thought that anyway, she pushed the thought to bring up another time and grabbed the door.
It felt like a million volts of electricity had surged through out her entire body, she then remembered, Wolves cant touch silver can they? She heard the thump,thump patterns of boots that belonged to tired men, so she worked faster, she grabbed a handful of her blond hair and bit down, it split apart like wet paper, she then tied the yarn like hair around her hand.
It took a while, but she managed to open the door, her hair had burst into flames. The room was filled with coffin after coffin, different sizes, shapes and color, but that was also part of the problem, which one belonged to Xayla?
She walked quickly past a chained pink coffin, nope xay (kay) hated pink, then a red one, that's not it ether, it went like this for about fifteen minutes, she got so fustrated she was about to just lay down in the hallway and wait to be captured. So she turned around and headed for the door.
A white coffin, with IIIX on it was sitting againsts the wall, she suddenly got the urge to check it, the same way a puppy gets when you just get home from a trip.
It was fun ripping it open, to her it's almost like a game, inside was a pale looking teenager, wearing a white dress, her belly was quite swollen, her hair was neatly combed straight and long, very very, not like her, doing a more or less time wasting job fixing her hair, she then bit her finger drawing blood, and putting it to the lips of the corpse like teen. She took a breath and the color of her skin returned.
And her eyes opened.....