Locked away in a cell it had been a couple of days, I grew angry, sad, depressed borderline suicidal.
I cried for my freedom, for my crown, for my mate.
I even grew angry at Zeke, thinking to myself thoughts such as, 'Why hasn't he found me yet?', and others along the same line, but I knew he was most likely sweet talked by Valentine.
Valentine probably had a whole elaborate lie already planned out, details that didn't contradict either, a whole story about my disappearance.
Even though I sat here, crying quietly to the stone walls that were the only thing to greet me, I couldn't grow angry at Valentine.
I knew he was wrong, I knew he had done this to me and that I should be angry at him. But I felt his pain and his fury.
I had the same feeling of fury towards Vincent, just like Valentine I was turned against my own will.
But unlike Vincent I hadn't done it purposefully, I just hadn't mustered the self-control and he was adamant on not departing me when my sickly thin form crawled up to his front door.
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Watching my thin blood-ridden arm come up I held back bile, curling my fingers into a fist I used all and any of my remaining energy to muster three strong knocks on Valentine's front door.
Holding my head high it felt like days had passed and not a peep came from the inside of his house.
Laying my head on the cold stone stairs that I had barely managed to crawl up on, I winced at the reality of it.
I would never get to relish heat any longer.
The thought of never basking in the sunlight caused a whimper to leave my dry chapped lips as I turned my head to see the sun skimming its head on the horizon, illuminating the tears which were pooling in my eyes.
It was then and there that I had accepted my fate, I was to die on this day watching the sun take my life.
The door creaked open slowly, just as the first rays of the suns bright lights hit me causing my skin to immediately begin bubbling and burning.
I heard a confused noise leave his mouth as he took in my weak form writhing on his front steps, he didn't hesitate for even a moment before he dragged me in quickly, trying his utmost best to do it as carefully and gently as he could possibly manage to.
His arms were tucked under my armpits as he pulled me inside, closing his door quickly before he kneeled down in front of me, slapping my face to keep my eyes from rolling back.
"Rome, what the hell happened to you?" He whispered, his eyes filling with emotion and fear as he raked my horrid appearance.
"The world," I choked out, groaning in pain he moved his position and I lay on his lap, "The world has so many secrets..." I managed.
His eyebrows furrowed, evident that my words had confused him greatly.
"What do you mean by that, Rome?"
I blinked back the tears that formed in my eyes due to the pain I was feeling, "We aren't alone, they exist alongside us too." My eyes widened as I remembered how that vampire dug his fangs into my neck, killing me immediately, and turning me into an object of a child's nightmares.
"Who is alongside us?"
"Vampires, they exist." I whimpered, "Please believe me."
His eyes flashed with inner turmoil, the idea of an entire species that was only a myth to us humans, existing caused him to freeze as he processed it.
"Valentine," I groaned in pain as I felt my entire body failing and dying on me, "Believe me."
He looked down at my neck and the dried blood that sat on it and then into my eyes, "I do believe you."
I could cry, no longer did the glimpse of the future I thought I would now have seemed as utterly terrifying as it had when that vampire sunk his fangs straight down my neck.
But now, I cried for another reason.
My stomach began to grumble, like just before you realize how completely famished you are. At first, I paid no mind to it, but then I realized what was about to occur.
Fire danced up and down my veins, while my eyes locked in on Valentine's.
"Go," I said quickly, my eyes widening as I began to fantasize about ripping into his neck and taking a sinful taste of his life.
"What?" He said, his eyes confused as he held me tighter, "No, I'm not leaving you."
I screamed in pain, something that caused him to flinch slightly.
"Valentine," I growled, my voice sounding foreign to even myself, "Run."
He looked equally as determined as me, "Never."
And that, looking back now, was the beginning of my downfall.
I had turned him, taking away his life like it was nothing. I had no idea the consequences of turning him, and how ultimately it would be the cause of my death.
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I was cut from my thoughts from the noise of a snicker, lifting my head up I saw Ambrose looking down at me with a sinister smile.
"This is an amusing sight, wouldn't you agree?" He lifted his eyebrow while he waited for my response.
But I didn't give him one, leaving his stare to look back at the ground beneath me.
"Oh come on, don't tell me we made you mute?" He joked, crossing his arms.
I still remained my silence, trying my hardest to not think of his presence.
"Romeo," He drawled out, causing me to snap my head up at him, anger fueling in me as he used the nickname Zeke had given to me. "I asked you something."
"Keep my name out of your mouth you bastard." I spat, my eyes narrowing at him.
He leaned against the bars of my cell, "Rome Alanis," He whispered my full name a smirk on his face, "Oh Rome, what shambles your life is in."
"Hey, Ambrose?"
"Yes?"
"Eat shit."
I picked up a small pebble that littered the floor and I quickly stood up, chucking it at his head with all my strength which wasn't much due to the fact that they had me depleted.
It did damage, as much as a small pebble could do.
He groaned in pain as the pebble hit him straight between the eyes, moving back he mumbled curses all directed my way.
"You'll pay for that," He spat, rubbing his forehead.
I rolled my eyes, "As if I care."
With that he gave me one last lingering look before running off, steam coming out of his ears the entire time.
I dazed off and stared at the wall, remembering when I had first met Ambrose.
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"Could I have one dance?"
Glancing up I saw a tanned hand in front of my face, my eyes trailed up his arm and up to his dull green ones.
I nodded, smiling softly at him before giving him my hand.
We were at one of the many balls I had attended after turning, but this one was to congratulate Vincent on becoming the new King.
It was me who was supposed to be on that throne, but due to my age, my ascension was highly doubted by the council members. So we came to the negotiation that we would wait until I came of age and have Vincent take my spot as regent.
We swayed onto the dance floor, his hand rested softly on my waist while his other hand intertwined with my own hand.
"May I ask for your name?" He whispered into my ear as we danced to the music.
I pulled away from him, a mock look of anger on my face, "You don't know who I am?"
His eyes flashed with fear, "I- I didn't mean it in that way."
I broke my look and smiled at him, laughing softly. "I'm just joking around with you," He spun me, "The name's Rome."
"Does this Rome have a last name?"
"Alanis."
He hummed in response and we began swaying, pulling me closer to him.
"Well, I think it's only fair to tell you my name." He spoke softly, "Ambrose Hayes."
Now it was my turn to hum in response.
We broke off from our dance, both to our dismay.
"Well, Mr. Ambrose Hayes," He smiled as I said his name, "I hope I come to see more of you."
He took my hand in his and brought it up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to it, "I hope the same, Ms. Rome Alanis."
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I stood fuming for a couple of minutes, my chest heaving with every inhale and exhale until it became too much.
My legs buckled from underneath me and I landed on my knees, my head slouched down and I leaned back to rest on the stone wall behind me.
It was now that I finally allowed myself to cry, it started off with a single tear escaping from my eye before it turned to a broken dam.
I cried quietly, I felt guilty.
Rubbing my eyes to attempt to stop my tears, I guess I finally understood Valentine's anger.
And even now I realized what I truly wanted in my life, no longer did I care about the crown, no longer did I care for the power that came with it.
Because now, none of that mattered, I didn't need it but what I wanted- who I wanted, was nowhere near me.
I wiped my tears as I heard the sound of footsteps approaching my cell, standing up straight I flattened all and any wrinkles on my dress and holding my head up high.
Valentine stood in front of my cell, his clothes stained with blood and his eyes filled with anger as he looked at me.
"He's dead."
My mouth went dry and my heart fell, my posture began to slouch but I remembered who exactly I was so I remained rigid in my appearance.
"Who is he."
He narrowed his eyes, "You know exactly who I'm talking about."
I didn't believe a single word he said, I would've known.
"Now it's your turn, Rome."
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yeah, i think the next chapter is the last one :(
y'all ready?
i'm not...
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-mani ♥