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Blood For Blood
The Blood Prince was a predator, obsidian eyes ablaze with fierce thirst. His throat burned with the absence of blood, his strength sapped by months of searching. It had been six weeks since he’d last drank, and the fortitude that had once defined the Prince was slowly fading. He was weak, a mere husk of what he used to be. With his eyes downcast, he pushed through the wild foliage of the woods, sharp thorns pricking his porcelain skin. Warm, crimson blood sprang from his arms, staining his formerly crisp, white shirt. The Prince growled softly. The suit had been his father’s, his coronation suit, in fact. Each King’s suit was unique, a testament to what kind of leader he would be; a diplomat, or a warrior. The latest King had chosen to be a diplomat, the suit a blood-red tuxedo, made of the finest materials. It had been passed down to his son, the Prince, who would soon decide his very own method of rule. The Blood Prince’s father had been proud of him, of his achievements and success in this new world. A world where he was the son of the Blood King, the next in line for a throne that had been held by some of the most powerful vampires in history. The King had taken him in, cared for him when nobody else would. Trained him, and shaped him into the kind of man who could rule. The kind of vampire who could rule.
But of course, the King was not his human father. That wicked man had died many years ago, thank the gods. Though even now, as a fully-fledged vampire, the scars that he had left upon the Prince still remained.
The King had saved a young man forty-two years ago. The boy had been locked in his room, the lights a flickering, dim red, his back a mess of blood and torn flesh. The King had watched as he’d screamed in anguish at his wounds, yet would not wash off his blood or clean himself. He lay still, the only movement in his vocal cords as he cried, echoing in the small, suffocating space. The sound was excruciatingly harrowing, but no one came for him. For hours, the King watched as the boy did not move. He only lay there like a stricken animal, blood still pouring from his back. The boy would not wash away the cruelties that had been inflicted upon him. He bore them, gritting through the pain. The King respected that. Blood made you strong. Pain made you strong.
That night, a tortured eighteen year old had been transformed into something far more dangerous, far more fierce. A vampire, and the next Blood King.
In the dark of the forest, the Prince rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, baring his skin. The scrub whipped in the wind, throwing itself at him. More of his stolen blood poured from his forearms, but didn’t touch the fine, silk shirt. Pulling his pallid lips apart into a strained smile, revealing sharp, precise fangs, he pushed onwards, not caring for the wounds the thorns gave him. He was close to finding her, closer than he’d ever been before. And no loss of blood would stop him. Anyway, the blood he lost was not truly his, but that of his past-self, and that would flow nearly infinitely. For he was one of the strongest, and the most rare species of vampire.
The forest seemed to whisper in the wind, trees passing on secrets to one another. Leaves fluttered with the breeze, several of them falling from their homes, twisting and turning with each slight gust. A lone barn owl hooted, his voice carrying through the dark night and to the city beyond. The Prince trudged through all this, his expensive clothes ripped, his body scarred underneath. He did not worry; for beyond the woods lay a city, and from this close, he could hear the blood pumping through a young girl’s body. The Prince shivered with excitement. He was ever so close.
She was ever so close.
For nearly eleven months, he had searched for her, the rare blood in her veins calling to him. She was special, the descendant of Van Helsing. And even though the road to winning her would be full of danger, the Prince was ready to fight, both to steal her away from this finite world and capture her heart. Slipping in the darkness, he broke through the very last branches, the city lights dazzling him.
The town of Swanford was relatively large, full of residential buildings and towers. It was a commercial hub, businessmen and women often visiting for work trips. Just as her parents were. Yet their business was far more hazardous.
The Prince laughed, the sound carrying across the valley, as he spotted a strangely familiar apartment block, hundreds of its windows aglow. And a single girl, elbows propped up as she stared out into the night. The Prince ended his deep chuckle, gasping. Even at her tender age, she was simply beautiful. What a magnificent Queen she would make. Her deep brown hair was tinged with red, her emerald eyes illuminated even in the darkness. Feeling a tingle along his cold skin, the Prince smiled at how much she resembled her namesake.
Phoenix Constantin, the most sought-after prize in all of the Blood Kingdom.
And she was his.
Hey everyone! This is the prologue for my new non-SGE story, “Blood for Blood”. It’s a vampire/vampire-slayer story set in the modern world, but it isn’t your generic kind of tale. Hope you guys enjoyed this little
bite ‘prologue’, and I’ll see you soon with another chapter of Life’s Symphony. Peace out!❤️
I loved it! Really descriptive, lots of sensory details. Please tag me in your story!
Ooh! Please tell! However, things may end up a little different than how you might think… 😉
Also, if you’d like to, please check out my sketch of Harper from my other story, “Life’s Symphony”. It’s not on the main page, so you’ll actually have to go into the Reader Gallery to see it. But please take a look, I’m really proud of it! 🙂
I loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀
WOW!! That was so detailed. My first chapter was really short, but i’m working on longer ones
Excellent! Do you still want my vampire character? I need to update the personality section of her bio and then I’ll give it to you if you’d like.
Yes, I’d love them, please. If possible…could you please make them seem just a little bit evil? I’m sorry to be making requests, but in this story, the vampires are the main villains. But I’d love to have your character in my story! Thanks! 🙂
K, I’ve finally finished. Feel free to change whatever you need. 🙂
Ever or Never: Never
Fingerglow: dark gray
Personality: Lucinda is a very bold person (sometimes too much for her own good). She won’t hesitate to talk to someone, do some kind of brave stunt, or make decisions. In fact, she prefers to be making decisions. She hates feeling helpless and will do anything to get in action and do something. Lucinda’s very independent and shouldn’t interfere with that, because she will fight you. Not actual fighting, with punching or magic, mind you, but will yell until she decides you’re not worth her time. She’s also very serious and doesn’t think she has time for jokes or hold-ups. She’ll even pretend she doesn’t understand a joke just to get it over with. This is another thing about Lucinda: She’s extremely impatient and will not wait long for anything or anyone. She’ll “go do it herself” to get it done quicker. This is when her boldness comes into play half the time. Lucinda is also very strong-willed; she’ll go and do the exact opposite of what she’s supposed to do without thinking twice. She’s also quite impulsive and is known to make decisions and actions on a whim. Lucinda’s impressively sarcastic and is not afraid to use sarcasm in any situation. However, she’s also a bit arrogant. She doesn’t think she’s better than anyone else, but may decide some things or people aren’t worth arguing with/dealing with at times. Not forever; she’s not stupid, but for some time.
Appearance: Lucinda’s skin is pale and without blemishes. Her eyes are a deep dark violet and her long black hair falls just above her waist, but she always keeps it in a loose braid with a red ribbon woven through it. (Red is because it’s customary for the princess to have a red ribbon.) Lucinda’s ears are pierced, but she prefers not to wear earrings. She is quite short and skinny. Lucinda is considered quite pretty by most.
Clothing: Lucinda likes to wear a long silk black dress that falls to mid-calf. It has a waist that is not exactly an empire waist, but is rather high, as well as gold lace on the hem of the dress. The ends of the sleeves are loose around the wrist, but not draping. She wears white cotton stockings and black leather boots with the dress. If chilly, she will wear a dark blue coat (varying in thickness depending on how cold it is) with a hood in case the sun is out. If sunny, Lucinda will bring a straw sunhat outside, just in case.
Weapon: Lucinda often uses her wits, although she is handy with a dagger in tough situations.
Talent: Lucinda can talk to the dead, like any member of the Undead royal family. However, this is more of a learned talent than a personal magic talent. She is still working to find out her personal talent.
Backstory: Lucinda was born into the Undead royal family as an only child. She grew up pretty normally; went to school, made friends, etc. She was ambitious. So when she was told at seven that she couldn’t achieve everything she wanted to do as queen one day, she yelled at the kid, punched him in the face, and marched away. Lucinda was understandably upset; she was only seven and someone had just tried to crush her dream. She got over it, but swore to prove him wrong.
However, that was not why Lucinda became the way she is: She was already growing into a strong-willed, bold child. Sure, it motivated her, but wasn’t everything. She wanted to prove that she wasn’t just a little princess. She wanted to remove prejudice and stereotypes against her people.
When Lucinda got her letter inviting her to the School for Evil, she was thrilled; this was her chance to do everything she wanted to do.
Other: Lucinda is not very talented in magic, but has a secret passion for music and owns a guitar.
I know you probably won’t be able to make her the princess, but can you at least make her of higher status? I’m really sorry for asking, but it’s important to her character that she’s higher class/a princess.
This is some of the best, most detailed writing I’ve read on this site! Bravo!
Also, can some of you look at the peice I’m working on? I don’t think I’ll continue posting it on here if nobody sees it. It would be really helpfull for more feedback, too.