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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The Princess of Darkness: Prologue

My name is Lilith Desiree Night.  Most people when they meet me think I'm really nice, despite my first name, but when they hear the rest of my name they believe that I am evil.  I never met my real parents, they died in a car wreck the day I was born.  I only barely survived the head-on crash, and that's because I was in the backseat, as far away from the front as possible.  My three older siblings died as well, in the row of seats in front of me.  My twin was adopted to a different family.  Lucifer isn't evil as he sounds.  I've met him, we barely got along.  I am the "evil twin".  Lucifer Devin Night is my brother's name, an evil sounding name that our parents gave to him just hours before their death.  Many people believe that it was Lucifer's fault, or rather, my parent's fault for giving their baby such an evil name.  I have heard my older sibling's names, my adoptive parents told me that they were all nice sounding names, Zoey, Nathaniel, and Kailyn.  I don't know my parent's names, my adoptive parents tell me that I don't need to know their names because they are no longer my parents.

When I turned ten years old I started changing.  At first my adoptive parents told me that nothing was happening, that it was just my imagination, so they let me do things that they thought wouldn't last long, like painting my bedroom walls black, and using Halloween decorations to decorate bedroom.  Then I started getting rid of all of the stuff that they had given me before the changing, my little dolls that I had never played with, my princess books, and movies, and all of my old clothes.  They bought me new things, thinking that it was just a phase, and that I'd get over this darkness soon, but I never did.

My adoptive parents call me goth, but I'm not goth.  At least, that's not what I consider myself.  I love Halloween, and the color black, and I tend to be a very creepy person, but those aren't things that make me goth.  I think of myself as a Vampire, but I'm not a vampire yet, I am meant to become one.  That is what happened on my twelfth birthday.

I was getting changed for bed, into my black pants, and black Twilight t-shirt.  I looked around my room one last time before I turned off my light.  The black walls, and ceiling looked comforting to me.  My bed decorated with several pillows, all of which had black, or red pillowcases, looked extremely comfortable at eleven at night. 
  I was exhausted, normally I went to bed at ten, but I had gotten distracted rearranging some of my decorations.  I liked to keep my room looking new, well cleaned, organized, and the decorations changing places at least once a week!
  My parents were happy that I kept my room clean, but they could do without the Halloween stuff. 
  I flicked the light switch and was consumed in darkness.  I wasn't afraid as I would have been when I was younger though, the darkness felt warm, and inviting, as if I was meant to be a part of it, as if I were a part of it.  I climbed into my bed, pulling the covers up to my shoulders. 
  I reach up to the shelf above my bed to turn on my iPod, I listened to music at night, Halloween music, like "The Nightmare Before Christmas" mostly, but sometimes I would listen to other songs, too. 
  After I turned on the song "This is Halloween" I heard a knocking at my window.  At first I was afraid, but when I looked up, and saw the pale face staring at me from across my bedroom, I knew that I needed to open the window.  I knew that it was a vampire, and I knew that he needed to be invited in.  That's what I did.
  "Come in, lone vampire.  Why have you come to me on this much desired night?"  I asked, flinging open the window.  I had been working on what I would say to a vampire since my "changing" happened, but I hadn't needed to use it until then. 
  "You speak to me, and invite me in as if you have been awaiting my coming for some time.  Speak young one, tell me of the reason for your boldness," he said, raising an eyebrow at me.  I wondered if maybe I should have acted afraid, at least for a few moments.
  "I believe I am meant to become one of you.  I have been awaiting this moment since I was ten years old, the year my changing started, the year I started to see them," I said, dropping my voice to a whisped at the end of my statement.  The vampire nodded as if it was something he had heard before.  It was my turn to raise an eyebrow at him.
  "Doesn't what I have said surprise you?!" I demanded.  He smiled at me.
  "No changling.  I have been told of your odd ways, and I have come to speak to you of fulfilling your destiny.  You say you are meant to be a vampire?  Well I have a way," he paused, looking at me, as if waiting for an answer.
  "Really?  You will make me a vampire?!  I have dreamt of the day a true vampire would tell me that!" I had been teased at school during my first months of my changing by everybody at school, even the teachers started mocking me!
  "I have a son, changling, his name is Damien Echo Darkness, if you agree to become his wife when you are eighteen years of age then I will have you changed.  You must also agree to allow Damien, and me to come to you if we are hungry, and to feed off of your blood.  We swear to protect you until you turn eighteen if you agree," I was nodded my head through all of his terms, and conditions.  I would have to allow two vampires to drink my blood, and in exchange I would be married to one, and changed in just six years! I knew what I had to do.
  I nodded again, and suddenly, everything when black.
  I awoke the next morning feeling more tired than the night before.  I was barely able to get out of my bed, but I did.  I got out of bed, and did my morning routine, ending with getting a breakfast of toast with peanut butter on it. 
  "Did you sleep well Desie?" My Mother asked when she came into the kitchen.  I asked people to call me "Desie" because I had always liked my middle name better than my first name.  I shook my head in answer to her question.
  "I had nightmares all night!" I exclaimed, but I couldn't remember any nightmares.  I finished eating my toast, and ran to get my backpack from my bedroom before my Mother could ask anymore questions. 
  "Desie! You're going to be late for school! Hurry!" She called from upstairs, my bedroom was in the basement.

  That is how I met the vampire who changed my life.  Later, only about a week later I met Damien.  Damien, and his father's visits became a daily part of my routine on my thirteenth birthday, and by my fourteenth, Damien, and I had fallen completely in love.  That was also the year that my life was turned completely upside-down, and the year that I finally met Damien's sister, Ember Nocturnia Darkness.

Read the next chapter next week!! :)

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