Chronicles of A Vampire Queen

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Yet another story by me! I've been playing around with this in my head for a while, and now I'm going to actually attempt to write it. Please enjoy.

A stillness hung in the air that was hard for him to place. It could either be grief for their fallen queen or her oppressive authority still looming over them, ready to impale them if they shed no tears; it was probably both. In any case, everyone was silent as they looked at the cold face of the deceased. The only sounds to be heard were weeping and the flapping of bat wings from some unknown source.
"How ironic," he thought to himself, "A vampire being buried in a coffin and mourned as if she had not already been dead to begin with." It was simply one of the things that were so ironic about the life of their first queen, Angeline Tzenn.

The crowd parted as the queen's eldest daughter came forward. She leaned in and kissed her mother's pale face, then turned around and scanned the rest of the funeral guests with her crimson eyes. Her face was expressionless and cold.

"Many people do not know who my mother truly was," she said, "And those who think they do are mistaken. I was mistaken myself....that is, until a month or so ago."

"Oh, no..." he thought, placing the palm of his left hand on his forehead, "She isn't going to....is she?"

"This fine vampire," the princess said, nodding towards him, earning him the piercing gaze of dozens of curious red eyes, "Helped me document my mother's life. For, you see, she could tell. She could tell that she was about to die. You all said that she was paranoid, that she was sick, that she was thirsty, but, no, she knew her time was running out. Because of this, she allowed only the two of us into her chambers to speak with her and write down all that she told us, and what she told us was remarkable." She pulled out a stack of papers from underneath her green mourning-cloak (green being the color of mourning for vampires) and cleared her throat before proceeding. "She asked us to burn this as soon as she was gone, but I just couldn't do it. It's such a terrible waste, you see."

She inhaled, ready to begin her story-telling, when a roar of fluttering wings interrupted. A giant swarm of bats came tearing through the funeral, leather and fangs and fur moving wildly together as if they were one. The princess shreiked as the papers were dropped from her hands and scattered across the room. Panic erupted but subsided quickly as the bats exited through an open window, flying off into the sunset.

Silence followed, but very different then the one before. All the gloom and heaviness felt earlier during the funeral had vanished, and the guests found that they could breathe easier, the deliciously dark mood now ruined.
"Alright!" said the princess, smoothing her hair down then clapping her gloved hands together, "Everyone help me pick up the papers and see if we can put them back into the right order! I don't want ANYONE leaving until we do so!"

He bent down to begin the search and looked back at Queen Angeline out of the corner of his eye. Was it just him, or did the corpse just smirk?

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Councillor Fern sighed. The princess was always SO difficult. Perhaps he really should usurp her power. "No," he thought, shaking his head, "No one else is brave enough to do it." Angeline ruled with an iron fist. Why should her daughter be any different? He had heard rumors about a secret dungeon that the queen had underneath her bedroom, so that she could hear the cries of her victims sing her to sleep each night. They were probably just rumors, but, honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if they weren't. He gingerly picked up three sheets of paper, eyed them thoughtfully, then began to read.

It read:

That night, I gazed out of my bedroom window longingly for hours. I distinctly remember how good the cool glass felt against my face. I had become the new queen of vampires. I was all alone except for my bat servants, who were not very interesting to talk to. I was simply dying for a friend, so I snuck out of the castle and ran out across the rocky wilderness. I sighed happily, watching the stars hang brightly above me in that endless night sky. I had always been afraid of the dark before. On several occasions, my older brothers had to come into my room and sleep beside me because my fear was so overwhelming, but now.....now the night was my playground. I still feel that way to this day.

In any case, I don't clearly recall what was going through my mind. I believe that when I went into the village, I was expecting some sort of playmate to pop out and say "There you are! You finally found me! Whatever took you so long?" Instead, everyone was asleep, so I returned to the castle and wept, for once understanding what my new life would be.

That was the end of that page.

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The second page read:

My story begins the summer I turned fourteen years old.

("Hey, cool!" he thought, "I found the beginning!")

My family was moving to another country far away from our own, and I was devastated. I had tried making arrangements to stay with friends or relatives, but my parents simply wouldn't have it. "We're the Tzenns," my father would say, "We've got to stick together," and that was the end of that. I cried my eyes out as I hugged and said goodbye to each one of my friends.

My brothers were completely psyched about going, and I hated them for it. It had always been that way. Whatever they liked, I hated and whatever they hated, I like. I was the youngest child with four older brothers who were loud, gross, and embarrassing. I held terrible grudges against them for teasing me. I thought my rage was justified back then, but now it's one of my deepest regrets. I never did let them or my parents know just how much they meant to me. I can't even remember their faces. Isn't that awful?

After tearful farewells, we all crammed into the car and made our way to the airport. It was hot and sweaty, since our air conditioning had broken down. My oldest brother was munching loudly on a granola bar, the second-oldest popped his gum with loud inhales in between pops RIGHT NEXT TO MY EAR, and the two younger ones listened to what I called "Rock and Roar," because that's all that the so-called singers did. All the while, my parents bickered annoyingly over directions.
"It's this way, dear."
"I know what I'm doing."
"You never listen to me!"
"Hey, I'm not the one responsible for the fruit incident."
"Don't you dare bring that up!"
"Listen, I was just-"
"Oh! It's that way, dear!"

I remember thinking that this is what hell must be like.

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After a while, we made it to the airport only to discover that our flight had been cancelled! Cancelled! My dad calculated that if we drove instead of flew we could still get there at the same time the movers did, which meant two more days of family road-trip misery.
"Happy birthday to me," I muttered.

By the time I felt as if I had succesfully gnashed my teeth out of existence, it was almost midnight and we had to stop for the night. Unfortunately, we were in the middle of nowhere and the only place to rest was an old run-down shack. So, there we stayed.

The shack was inhabited by a man in his late 50s, whose every move was that of a tiger stalking his prey. He would often pop his joints while he eyed me, spreading chills throughout my entire body. That night. Oh, that terrible night. My brothers and I were asleep in the living room. I drifted awake as I heard heavy footsteps on the creaky wooden floor. My head rolled over sleepily and then-

That was where the two pages ended, or rather, were continued on some other scattered sheet. He jumped with a start when a small hand pressed against his shoulder. He turned quickly around to see his nephew, whose fangs were just only beginning to grow in.
"What is it, Uncle?" he asked, "Did you find something?"
Councillor Fern swallowed and nodded, ashamed to have been frightened so easily. Without saying anything, he stood and brought the first two pages to the princess.

Relief washed over her face.
"Thank goodness," she said, "It would be terrible if these had been trampled on." She scanned the pages happily until he finally cleared his throat.
"Um, princess," he said, feeling eager for the first time in his life, "What happens next? You know, in the shack."
"Well, now," she said, smiling and placing a black-nailed finger on the tip of his nose, "You'll just have to find the next page, now, won't you?"

[Bastian Farix]

((O.o If you don't publish this, I'm going to personally find you and give you a concussion. O.o))

[arrucard]

((yes very good typemanship buuuuuuut....I happen to know some one who might be intereted in illistrating your story.))((I will send you a PM with details))

[Arissa Warrner]

((awsome Anasa purly cool ))

[anasa]

Oh, me. I'd better publish it or else incur the wrath of Riko! XD I'd be EXTREMELY happy if this were published. However, I must complete it first.

[anasa]

BTW, which do youz guys like better? GOF: EFF, GOF: TBC, Vampire Queen, or my short stories?

[Bastian Farix]

((...Probably Bellsong. The writing is just too good. ;D))

[anasa]

Aww. Thank you. I haven't worked on that in a long time, but I finally wrote some more the other day.

[Arissa Warrner]

I like all of them

[Bastian Farix]

((Yes, all of them are pretty darn good, but Bellsong is the best of them all. ))

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Luna rolled her eyes at her twin brother, Arthur. He was, by far, the most energetic in the room. He leapt and ran and skidded across the cold, stone floor as if death were at his heels. Of course, he had always been like that. Arthur had always been the excitable one; thus Luna, by the unwritten laws of twin-dom, was expected to be steadfast and serious. The two children in question were at the tender, but violent, age of seventeen. They were either the fifth or sixth heirs to the throne and were either the second or third cousins of the vampire princess. No one was really sure of which. One thing was certain, though. Despite the fact that neither of them would probably ever inherit any important titles, they were still required, by Queen Angeline, to be treated as royalty. This made them widely unpopular with the public, which viewed them as lazy, pompous, rich vampires who never had to work for anything in life. On the contrary, Luna and Arthur were made to study every day in the ways of ruling and the thousands upon thousands of vampire laws which must be upheld. But, now that the queen was dead, her orders no longer meant anything, and Luna feared for what might happen to her.

She didn't care what happened to Arthur or any of other family members, of course. They were all so content to live each day according to plan. They woke up at sundown, went about their high-class duties, mingled and gossiped with high-class vampires, ate their high-class meals, drank their high-class blood, then went to bed at sundown. Meanwhile, Luna, the black sheep, would usually sleep in until midnight and would walk around the castle grounds in the mornings. She was often teased about turning into a human one of these days and driving a stake through someone's heart. Luna didn't care. In fact, she knew several vampires who deserved just that.

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Gingerly, she thumbed through the pages she had already collected. Why should she have to wait until she handed them in to Her Horribleness to read them? She was just going to hear the entire story, anyway.

And so, she read the first page.