New story. Got the idea. Thought it'd be good. Tell me what ya think

This is Vincent -------------------------------------->

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     Vampires are mythical. Right? I have an incredable fear of vampires. I know their not real but they scare me anyway. I would never tell this to my friends, they would make fun of me until the day we die.

     The last week of summer. That's when it happened.

     I was walking in the woods, needing time away from my parents. I stopped and closed my eyes, listening to the rustle of the leaves in the breeze. The small chatter of the squirrels as they scavenged for food. It was a peacefull day, the best one that summer.

     I opened my eyes and instantly knew something was wrong. I didn't recognize the place where I know stood. My eyes searched the trees, but found nothing. I could no longer hear the leaves, or the squirrels. My heartbeat started increasing as I grew more and more panicked. Trying to calm myself, I started forward. The sun was fading fast as I started walking faster. I heard noises all around me. My breathing became fast and loud as I looked all around me for whatever was making the noise. I soon tripped over a branch and fell to the ground. I curled up into a ball as I saw human-like figures closing in on me. That is my last memory before I blacked out.

     I woke up in a dark box. My eyes soon adjusted to the low light and realized I was moving, in a truck. I tried to rub my eyes but my hands were bound behind my back. I managed to get myself into an upright position. I looked around me, memorizing my whereabouts. I heard a low chuckle from a corner and looked to see a male walking out from the shadows.

     "Well, well, well. The human awakens." He said in a gruff voice.

     "Who are you?" I asked.

     "The better question is, who are you?" He asked.

     "My name is Zandabelle." I replied.

     "Well Zandabelle, prepare to meet the king and the queen. Please try to act civalized." He said.

     He walked behind me and hoisted me up. He led me out of the truck and onto the pavement. I looked around and saw we were in a large courtyard. There was a stable off to the side, along with a servant's quarters. Infront of me was the largest castle I have ever seen. I starred at it wide-eyed until I heard the male from before chuckle.

     "Like it?" He asked.

     "It's amazing." I breathed.

      The man pushed me foreward and soon we were at the large oak doors of the castle. The man said something to the door keeper and we were allowed access to the castle. I took in as much as I could while the man lead me down many corridors. He stopped me outside another pair of oak doors. He turned me to face him and he started dusting off my clothes. I looked at him quizically.

     "Don't want to make a bad impression, do you?" He asked.

     I remained quiet and he took that as a yes. When he was satisfied with my appearence he pushed open the doors and led me into a large room. At the back of the room stood two chairs. In the chairs sat a male and a female. The king and queen, I presume. We stopped right in front of them and the man bowed.

     "The intruder, your majesties." He said, then went to stand by the doors.

     "Hello." The king said.

     "Hello." I said in a shaky voice.

     "I'm Ulric and this is my wife Madeline." Ulric said.

     "I'm Zandabelle. It's nice to meet you." I said.

     "How did you get on our land?" He questioned.

     "I don't know." I answered.

     "Are you a vampire?" He asked.

     "A what!?! Vampire's don't exist. I'm human and so are you." I said.

     "No Zandabelle. Madeline and I are the vampire king and queen. Only vampires have access to our land. No human has ever crossed the border." Ulric said.

     "Y-You're vampires?" I asked, feeling faint.

     "Calm down Zandabelle. We're not going to hurt you. We want to know how you were able to cross the border." Madeling said in a soothing voice.

     "I don't know how I crossed your border. I was taking a walk in the woods. I stopped and closed my eyes, listening to the leaves and the squirrels. When I opened my eyes I wasn't in the same woods anymore. Then I panicked and started walking. That's when you're guards captured me." I explained.

     "Well, you seem like an honest human. I believe your story. However, it's not safe for you here. You will have to stay in the castle until we figure out how you were able to cross out border. You may not even be able to cross back, but don't worry, I'll have my best scientist working on it." Ulric told me.

     "Okay." I replied lamely.

      "Any questions?" Madeline asked.

     "No, but you should know that I'm petrified of vampires." I said.

     "Don't worry. The only vampires in the castle are Ulric, our son, the guards, the stable hands, the servants, and myself." She said.

     "You have a son?" I asked.

     "Yes, his name is Vincent." She replied.

     Just as she said that the door behind their chairs opened and closed. A teenage male sauntered into the room and he stopped next to Madeline.

     "Speak of the devil. Zandabelle this is our son Vincent." Madeline stated.

     "H-Hello." I stuttered.

     Vincent gave me a once over and the corner of his lips lifted, forming a smirk. Throught that smirk I could see his irregularly large canine tooth and my eyes widened. His smirk largened and in that instant I knew he had heard me say my fear of vampires. I instantly regretted telling the vampire family that I am terrified of vampires.

     "Vincent will you show Zandabelle to her room?" Ulric asked.

     "Of course, father." He replied.

      Vincent's voice was smooth and silky, yet low. He had a thick romanian accent, but made it sound amazing. His skin was slightly pale, but still had a normal hue to it. His hair was black and his eyes a stealy gray. He was tall and built, like he worked out often.

     Vincent ubruptly turned and made his way toward the door. Since he was showing me to my room, I rushed to catch up with him. I watched him from behind and instead of walking it was more of a glide. His movements were smooth and gracefull. We stopped outside of a door and Vincent pushed it open. I walked inside and caught my breath when I saw the room. It was painted blood red with golden trim. The carpet and curtains were black. I walked to the closet and opened it. A walk in closet already stocked with clothes. I then entered the bathroom. The walls were white and the granit on the countertop was black, same with the tile on the floor. I walked back into the room to see Vincent leaning against the doorframe.

     "If you need anything my room is literally right across the hall. Make yourself at home. Mom will be by later to see that you have things to wear and stuff." He said.

     I watched as Vincent sent me a cocky smirk and retreated down the corrider.