Princess In The Dark

Lucia is The Princess In The Dark, a highly ranked member of a large coven of vampires. Hiding in the gloom of the tunnels under London, her only pleasure is to hunt.
She lives this life every day, and does not feel even the slightest portion of remorse or guilt for all the lives she has taken. Lucia also happens to be the only daughter of their leader, The Count, putting her in a position with many enemies and lurking dangers, leaving more responsibility on her shoulders than she would have otherwise wished for.
She then meets 18-year-old James, and begins to notice that he is different, strange... And that he is changing her in the most peculiar way...

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3. Don't shoot the messenger

"Inside me rages fire,

On the outside I am ice,

I lock myself from life and love,

And so I don't suffice"

 

Lucia was just about to enter her chamber, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Lucia... " A male voice said, "What a pleasant surprise. Fancy running into you here... " He was acting as if he knew her. She would not allow it. "It's Countess to you, minion. Remove your hand from my shoulder, or I shall personally break your every bone and dump your body into a pot of boiling acid. You will not be missed," she said icily. He simply removed his hand from her shoulder and laughed. A short, appalling sound. She turned around, and glared at him. Her teeth had been retracted before, as she had been peacefully walking to her chamber. She was peaceful no more, and they were now no longer teeth, but fangs, sticking out very visibly from her mouth. Extended.. "What do you want?" she hissed. She could see him now. He was tall and slender, his dark hair cut almost completely to the roots. He was still smiling. She recognized him immediately as Raphael, a lowly ranked member of the coven, sometimes running errands for her father. He was nothing. "Your dad's asking for you, sweetheart," he said, smirking. She took hold of his wrist with her hand, her eyes never leaving his. She began slowly bending it back, his face now shifting from sure to uncertain. From uncertain to uncomfortable. From uncomfortable to scared. From scared to writhing in pain as a loud crack was heard, and she let go. His hand hung lifelessly from his arm. In one quick motion, she bent back all his fingers, too. He yelped quite loudly. "Want me to break all your other bones?" She asked, her voice still cool as ice. "No! No, definitely not!" He said, his face contorted. "Then you will leave me now, and you will tell my father that I am busy, or I will be forced to carry out the rest of my threat... Understood?" "Yes, Countess!" He whimpered, and ran off down the hallway. She turned around again, annoyed. Her father wanted her, did he? Tough luck. If he didn't think her call important enough to answer, then she didn't think his was either. He would have to wait.

The Count was sitting at the end of a long wooden table, the High Council sitting around it. Everyone was silent. Waiting. Every single chair at the table was occupied, except one. The one right beside The Count. Lucia's chair. He was getting angry, the meeting was supposed to end at dawn. Dawn was only a few minutes away, and the meeting hadn't even started yet. He was just about to call someone to go and look, but was interrupted when the boy came rushing through the doorway. The Count walked up to him. "What happened?" He asked, his voice flowing with annoyed impatience. "She refused to come, Count! It wasn't my fault!" He said, a little sheepish. "What?" The Count asked, rage rising in his eyes. "She said she was busy, I couldn't force her to - " Raphael was trying to explain, but was interrupted by The Count: "How dare she!" He bellowed, his voice booming off the walls of the room, "This is more important than her opinion! She should come when I summon her! How dare she insult me this way in front of the High Council?" The rage was definitely in his yellow eyes now, glowing like a hot fire. All the people at the table had become silent, watching. Even the guards at the doorway hadn't expected his sudden outburst, staring at him with a shocked expression on their faces. Raphael took a small step back."I don't - " Once again he was interrupted by The Count: "What happened to your hand?" His voice was slow and strained, he was trying to hold back the anger burning inside him. She had let him down. "Your daughter happened to my hand, Count," he whimpered. "And why did she do this?" he asked, his voice turning steely, keeping his emotions close to his chest. "I don't know... " he mumbled, looking down a little. Fear was what he felt. The fury and anger was immediately back and burning in The Count's eyes. "Do not LIE to me!" he roared. Like lightning, his hand struck up and grabbed Raphael's throat. Tightening as he spoke. "The truth" He said simply, the fire in his eyes, but no longer in his voice. "Loosen me! Please!" He croaked. The Count simply tightened his grip. "I... Don't.... Know...." Raphael choked, a slight gurgling noise arising from his lips. "Are you sure?" The Count asked, his forever-changing mood now seeming quite bored. That was probably because of what he was about to do. What he knew he must do to keep the standards high. "Y-yes.. " Raphael stammered, barely able to speak. "Very well, then" said The Count, as he, with a nonchalant flick of the wrist, snapped off Raphael's head.

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