His Queen

Ch 1 : incident

1900 J A N U A R Y

At first, she was there laughing at how I couldn't whisk the eggs properly and well spilling all over the table. My hands were not skilled as hers in cooking or house chores, mine was meant to hold a sword,dagger, and dangerous weapon. Truly, she was the opposite of me, the sweet of her smile was different than my hard and rigid one. The long and golden hairs of her was beautiful compared to my dark brown and wavy one. And those blue eyes of her was elegant thus enchanting to all the men out there could never resisted. While me, a dark green boring looking color compare to her electric blue. From a first glance, she could be easily mistaken to be a human size doll. She was pretty, my little sister is utterly beautiful. Not to mention she is a vampire, and I was just a mere human.

Even if we have different mothers, she always had the tendency to cling on her big sis like her own. My mother was a human mistress, and her,was our father's true mate,vampire wife of the lord. And because of the social status, my mother was bound to keep me hidden, we were kept in the lower basement where there is less people knowing, some didn't even know we existed. But Cecelia, when she knew that she had a big sis, she tends to come and visit me asking to play with her outside the mansion where i gladly comply.

Our father is a vampire lord of East, whom constantly scolded and mocked me when he saw me, not only that, he would introduce me as one of the gardener's child when asked by his friends. I dont mind much, since i thought the gardener would be a greater father than him. Heck, I felt disgusted knowing he is my father. But Cecelia would cried after that due to her father's statement. She has been the one who would show my real emotion, be it crying or laughing or remorse. She showed what I couldn't. I don't even know why would she be so sad for something that wasn't meant for her, why she would be sad for me.

At the end of the year, my mother committed suicide by hanging her self. I was 15 years old back then when i found her hanging in the middle of the room. She had never been nice to me, her only words was always been 'i wish I never had you'. But having her always in the room with me was comforting, to stay by the person who fought life and dead to bring me into this world was enough for me. So when she committed suicide, it really hits me.

She died because of me.

My own mother doesn't want me. Despise me.

My father , had a small funeral and a proper burial for her, that was the first and the last time i saw he cried. He did. I was mortified, he had never visit me or mother, yet he cried and mourn for her death. I couldnt cry, I couldn't. I wanted to but it felt like those tears were long gone.

Cecelia was then, arranged to a political marriage. We promised to contact each other by letters. I moved out from the mansion since there is nothing left to tied me down over there, actually i escaped. But knowing my father, he would be happier without me in the mansion. His home is now 'clean', free from stains.

From me.

A year has past by and the letters from Cecelia suddenly stopped. My heart was aching to meet her, but she had never replied back and i grew worried and uneasiness settled upon my chest. When I decided to go to where her new house is.

There was shouting. A lot of it.

And instantly i knew one of those voices belongs to Cecelia. Protective mode was on inside me and i grew anger by the minutes when i heard her pleading to spare her life.

When i went inside the house with a metal rod that i had found near the door, i found out that she was cornered by three men. Werewolves. Hovered above her, blocking what was happening,and her screams abruptly stopped.

"Mikayla." She whispered and gave me her usual carefree smile and mouthed me

'I love you.' Those were her last words to me. That was it, the last time i could hear her voice, the last time i would be able to see her smile.

She breathed out her last breath, her thin body lay stiff on the floor, not moving. Her eyes turned dark blue, bruised on her neck. It took me second to realize that she has gone.

She was dead.

My poor beautiful little sister, died. The one thing that kept me going, the lights that i need.

Those werewolves sniffed the air noticing my scent and before they even turn towards me, I jabbed the metal rod into one of the werewolves head. Rammed my fist to another one's throat and stabbed his eye with a pen near the table. Another one was trying to escape but that didn't last long as I stabbed his legs with my daggers, one for each legs till it hits the floor. Pinned him.

"Why?!"

"WHY HER?!" My voice was booming the house. Eyes were raging with hatred and revenge.

"S-spare me." He trailed off and i pull out one of the dagger, but stabbed his palm with it later. The young wolf screamed in agony, shaking his head in pain.

"Who. Sent. You?" I squatted to meet his golden eyes. They were scared, terrified and cowardly wanting to run to his worthless pack.

"Al..Alpha Eren." He stuttered. That was the alpha of this territory. The Knight pack. Why would he killed his own people, not to mention a vampire, he would recklessly call a war between werewolves and vampires in a matter of no time.

"Why her?" This time my voice was demanding and vicious. Every words was like thousands of nails stuck in my throats. I wanted to cry, to mourn for my little sister yet I'm clouded with anger and revenge. I put pressure on the dagger in his palm, and heard it went through the wooden floor. My lips curled up into a smirk, satisfied by the sounds of it as he screamed histerically.

"Sh-She rejected the a-Alpha." He gritted his teeth. It's no surprised that he still alive since werewolves could heal fast.

"She's married."

"Yes. But A-Alpha Eren wanted h-her dead after she re-rejected him. She humiliated h-him he said." I pull the dagger out from his palm and he screamed again, but this time relieved by it, thinking i would let him go. My hand grabbed his black hair towards my face as i whispered.

"You'll be meeting your lovely alpha in hell in a minute." I winked at him and jabbed the dagger in his throat, second later his struggles died out and i clean off my daggers. Putting it back into their sheaths. The wolf that has a pen stucked on his left eyes was trying to escape, he shift in his wolf form but i dragged his tails back, again i whispered deadly.

"Tell to your alpha, he has a guest." I whispered darkly to his ear and he quickly ran off into the woods. Abruptly I went to Cecelia's side, checking and searching for her pulse.

"Lia, wake up!" I groaned. Seeing that she still not moving, to my dismay I couldn't find her pulse. My eyes were already dripping wet, tears that i thought had dried up years ago pour down to my cheeks like a waterfall. I've never even cried on my own mother's funeral. I couldn't but Cecelia was different. She was everything to me, the reason I survived till this day. Cecelia, wake up.

Bang.

A gunshot could be heard outside the house, i realized that Cecelia's husband was lying on the stairs, and also dead, but i turn my head to the source of the gunshot. My eyes narrowed to the gate, an alpha aura lurking around him. Thats him, Alpha Eren.

"I heard there was a human girl who took down three adult wolves. I itch to know who you are." He smirked and it was the most disgusting thing ever, again i held the metal rod that i had jabbed into one if his underlings.

"How could you. SHE WAS JUST A GIRL!" I screamed and he chuckled darkly.

"And so are you." He pointed his gun at me. And pull the trigger.

That was all i could remember before i wake up in a pool of dark red liquid, in a pool of blood that was not my own. The sun was nowhere to be found, only the pedestrian light that shined my way. The alpha, his head was ripped and his jaw dropped open. I was the only person who was alive, standing above all hundreds of werewolves from Knight pack.

I, Mikayla Darkrov,a human, just Massacre the whole pack in one night.