Thursday, October 20, 2005

   A story I am working on
The first chapter isnt finished yet but I want you to read what I have so far.



Vampire Kingdom
Created by: Ayla Marques

Chapter 1: Call of the war by Princess Aira
I was sleeping in my bed when the door was slammed opened and one of the servants called out “Miss Vampy!”
I woke up and rubbed my eyes and opened them but they were also half closed. I said in my morning low voice “How many freakin times have I told you. Either call me Vampire Princess Aira, Princess Aira, Lady Aira, or just plain Aira. I never want to be called Vampy you got it?!”
He bowed and said “Sorry Mi lord.”
“That I’m ok with too.” I smashed my face back into my pillow attempting to fall back asleep.
“Lady Aira!” he shouted.
I jolted back up and I shook my head and I stood up. My feet touched the cold floor. A shiver went up my spine as the chill went through my body. “Yes, yes I know… it’s time for breakfast. I know the drill…”
“Yes thank you ma’am.” He bowed once again and left
I walked into my bathroom and my face was paler than it originally was. I turned on the hot water and splashed it upon my face. I found the soap and began to scrub my face to get rid of all the drool. I looked up and my face was better and I barely had dark circle under my eyes. I opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a tooth brush. I found the toothpaste lying up on top of the cabinet. I squeezed the last bit of toothpaste out. Then I began to brush my teeth. I spit and rinsed, and then I flossed. I opened my mouth and my fangs were a nice pearly white color. I found the brush and began to brush out my long black silky hair. I put the brush down after I was done and I grabbed a hair tie and tied up my hair that went from my back, now in the middle of it. “Well that takes care of that.” I said in a more pleasant tone from when I woke up.
I walked into my closet and pulled out a long elegant black dress. I slipped that on and I added some 14 karat gold earrings to accessorize. I walked myself to the mirror to make sure I was presentable at the breakfast table. After all I am a princess and I need to make sure I have the best appearance.
I had walked down the stairs into the colossal dinning room. The lights were lit up; in the center was a big rectangular table with all sorts of goods on it. There was a red and white striped edge table cloth that decorated in the very middle was a big candle that was lit up. The chairs where neatly arranged and had plastic on the cushions, the floor contained a nice red velvet carpet. On the ceiling in the middle was a big fancy chandelier that was worth a lot of money.
I sat down at the end of the table trying not to fall out of my chair. This is the part I always hated, I thought to myself. My father came into the room, he was very tall, had pale skin like a ghost. His hair was as dark as mine and always slicked back. He wore a black business type suit. He sat down at the other end of the table while talking to the chef. The chef left for the kitchen and my father looked at me with his black eyes. They were full of emptiness, like a black hole out their in space. “Aira, good morning.”
In the most respectable voice I said “Good morning father, where is mother?”
“Mother is on her way down. She needed to take care of a few things.”
I nodded my head and the rest of the vampire clan came down to eat. After everyone had finished coming down my mother appeared. She had dark violet hair with a hint of black in it. She was medium tall and slender. She had silver eyes just like I did. She was wearing a red dress that fitted her snuggled up top and went that wait until it reached her ankles where it dragged right behind her heels. She sat down beside my dad and she spoke in her very gentle voice “Aira, good morning dear.”
I used the same tone as I did with my father and I replied “Good morning mother.”
All of the vampire clan was sitting down at the table… well besides for one person. My father noticed and he used his deep anger tone and asked me “Aira, where is Lin?”
I began to feel nervous. When my dad used this tone it was no time to be joking around. He is dead serious when he uses this tone. “Oh, um… I think he may—”
We herd footsteps coming down from the stairs and right into the kitchen, It was Lin. He was my younger brother so basically I was in charge of him until he became king. He stood up straight; he was short and very, very thin. He rarely ever ate anything. He had my father’s black eyes but he had my mother’s dark violet hair. His hair was either spiked up, or gelled back. He sat down besides me and my dad greeted him in his annoyed voice “Glad you joined us, Lin.”
I herd him gulp and he said “I’m really sorry father, I woke up late and—”
Mother spoke in her usual soft tone “Don’t worry about it as long as you made it, everything will be ok.”
We all sat and ate breakfast very quietly. The only thing you could hear was the chewing and swallowing of the kin. I finished eating and so was Lin. We both got up at the same time and said “father my I be excused.”
He nodded his head in approval and he called out to me “Don’t forget 10:30 we have a meeting!”
As I was walking up the stairs I yelled back out to him “Don’t worry father I’ll be there on time.”
I walked into my room to find Lin on my bed. “Hey get off my bed will you!?”
He looked up at me and smiled he said “No can do sister!”
I sat down on my big cushiony bed. I heavily sighed and retorted “I still can’t believe father thinks your king material.”
He sat besides me and told me “Well you know once I turn 15 I’ll have to act more mature. So right now as long as I am 13 and 14 I have to let out my entire child ness.”
He does have a point, once he’s 15 he’s gonna have to start acting like father. A big ol’ stick the mud, I thought. He looked over at me and he sighed. I got off the bed and I grabbed him by his color “Ok enough you are getting out of my room this instant!” I kicked him out of my room and I slammed the door shut.
Little brothers can be so annoying, I thought to myself crossing my arms. I closed the curtains to my room for the sunlight was peeking through it. Unlike my whole kin, I can stand the sun without screaming ‘It burns!’ But I can’t stay out for too long or I’ll tend to get sunburn and it stings more than what a mortals sunburn is like. I looked over to my clock, the big hand read 10 and the minute hand was one 20. I opened the door to my room and accidentally slamming it behind me. “Whoops…” I softly said hoping my father didn’t hear that slam.
I walked down the many flights of stairs and I came to the first floor.

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