The terrifying scream was so high pitch; it would have shattered any glass in a hundred meters radius and it had come from the last person I would have ever thought would let out even a slightest bit of a shriek. Me! The scream came from me! Pierre then looked at me with an apologetic expression on his face and through me into the mysterious room. I sat there for as long as I could stay still waiting for Pierre to come back but, he just didn’t show up. After awhile I decided I couldn’t stay put anymore so I turned my back away from the door, praying there wasn’t anything sleeping in the room with me there.

When I looked around, there was no monster and no three headed dogs. All the room had was a big, beautiful, white bed covered in a large, draping canopy and a tall podium, on the podium was a small book. The petite book was covered in a brown leather cover, inside the book where golden pages and on the pages were letters I could barely read. The book was truly breath taking; I could tell I was being spiritually drawn to the appearance of the book. I was just dying to read it. I leaned in closer to the book, barely holding onto the podium, but still using it to support my lazy body. I squinted at the tiny font but, I couldn’t seem to make the words out. So I skipped to the larger font, and as I guided my slender, index finger on the tiny text I let the words flow from my mouth:

In the mid fifteenth century, in the country of Ireland, there was an old queen that lived in a beautiful kingdom with her handsome, young king. This queen was the queen of many young kings throughout her life time. She had loved all her youthful kings equally, but when ever her young kings had their 25th birthday they would always died mysteriously the same day. Many people tried to accuse the cruel queen of murdering her young kings, but anyone who dared to question the queen would have their head removed. The untruthful queen had always been obsessed with preserving her beautiful image but, time could not stop the old queen from ageing. Every year that past had to bring one more wrinkle to her gorgeous face. She could no longer watch herself fade from a sheer beauty, to an ugly heartless shrew and with that in mind she had searched the many lands for a cure from this disease called ageing. Until she stumbled along a few tales of an old witch that knew many things about the afterlife, she knew where it was, she knew how it was like and she knew how to prevent your soul from ever ending up in such a place. So, one day she decided to go with her young prince to the witch’s layer. The witch taught the queen that it wouldn’t be a simple procedure. If she was to become immortal she would have to die first, in order to be able to live her immortal life later. The witch explained to the queen that, she would need the blood of a pure soul. The witch sniffed the air and as she described, the fragrance that lingered in the air was a sweet tangy scent, it was the scent of a pure and innocent soul. The witch handed the queen a dagger then pointed towards the young king. Right away the king knew what she meant and started to back up. Then king tried to run but, in the process he tripped over his own feet. The young king begged his cruel queen not to do it but, she continued to walk his way. The king continued to whimper even after the queen had already approached him. The ruthless queen had no mercy and there for, she took the dagger and pressed it to the king’s throat. As the dagger dug deeper into king’s throat, blood gushed from his neck. The king tried to gasp at the sight of his own blood but, the blood that he was gargling stopped him from being able to breathe. After a few seconds the king had already lost all oxygen. His heart rate was rapidly slowing down and his face grew pale. After a while his heart finally stopped. All though the queen was a very cold hearted woman, she still had enough heart to cringe at the very site of what she had done to her helpless, little king. The witch then began to speak in a foreign tongue that the queen could not understand. It was a spell that only the witch could understand after decades of studying spells. The witch then took a small bottle from her pocket and scooped up a bottle full of blood from the puddle that was on the floor. The witch handed the terrible queen the little bottle full of blood and told her to drink it. The queen winced at the thought of drinking her king’s blood but, her youth was much more important to her than her deceased king. So, she placed the small bottle to her lips and began to gulp back, what seemed to be a bottle of thick cherry juice. She could feel the hot, stinging blood coat her throat. Pain began to strike the queens heart. The queen screamed and begged the witch to just kill her because, she could no longer bare the pain that started at her heart and began to spread throughout her whole body. The queen began to sweat blood, blood dripping out of every pore in her body. She was now spitting out her own mortal blood. Her vision was blearing out and her heart beat began to slow. The queen’s body was still for only a moment or two until her heart began to pound again. The queen felt strange and she certainly knew she would never be the same. She knew this for sure because; it was the first time in her life she had an unbearable thirst. It was so unbearable that it made it hard for the queen to concentrate. The witch taught the queen that if she bit anyone without sucking their blood dry they would be able to turn immortal, as long as they sucked the blood of their true love as well as gave them as much blood as they have taken. They will know that it is there true love when the blood of the human they are feeding of has a sweet taste. The witch also taught the queen that she would be the only day walker and she would need to drink blood to stay alive. She would also have to find her true love to become fully immortal and at the time being she would only age at a slow rate. The queen was very grateful that the witch had taught her so much but, her thirst began to overcome her. She wasn’t the same, she needed blood and she needed it right away. Before she knew it she had already attacked the witch. Blood dripped down the witches neck and blood poured from the queen’s mouth. The witch was squealing and screaming in a foreign language that didn’t make any sense to the queen. It appeared to be another spell. When she was done she told the queen, “I curse you for what you have done to me, when you parish your soul will be imprisoned to a life time of watching someone else enjoy the life you will never have. There will be an even greater queen one day, you will see!” The witch then grabbed the dagger that was lying on the floor, gripped it tightly and jabbed it right through her heart before the queen’s immortal venom could even take its effect. Months had already passed and the queen had already changed several small mortal villages into immortal villages. Almost every European country had the queen’s beautiful immortal children. The queen was quite satisfied with herself until one day she came across an innocent, little boy. The boy was very drawn to the beautiful immortal queen and the boy also caught the attention of the queen. Whenever the queen would visit the little boy, the boy’s face would light up and a shiny, handsome, little smile would appear on his face. After a while the queen had decided she would make him her companion for sure, she would never be able to let go of him. She tried to turn him but, when she began to drink his blood it was hard to turn away. His blood was like nothing she had ever tried before it had such a sweet taste and smooth texture. When she finally got herself to stop the boy was already dead. The queen began to scream and cry the little boy’s name. She could not deal with what she had done to her one and only beloved. The queen let out a heart wrenching roar. This time it was for a different reason. She was bleed from the neck, the pain was unbearable but, she didn’t care, she had nothing to live for anymore. In the end the queen died and left her children to carry on her legacy...

After reading so much of the little book I began to get very tired. So, I decided to take a nap. As I walked towards the bed the two birth marks that were on my wrist that I had never really paid attention to before were throbbing. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my whole life but, I have never felt any pain. The reason I had never felt pain was because, I had always stayed away from fights and never liked to do the daring in any situation. All though my wrist was in pain, I kept on walking towards the bed. I pulled the canopy back, jumped up as high as I could and somehow landed on the high bed. It was a tall bed and was very comfy. I rolled onto my side, then my back trying to find a comfy position. I placed my head on the pillow and tried to doze off but as soon as my eyes closed shut I began to feel something tighten on to my wrists and ankles. I did the automatic thing and opened my eyes. Was it Alroy and Pierre? No it was the bed sheets wrapping around me. The sheets tightened and griped around the bed posts and me. I tried to budge but, I couldn’t move at all. I was beginning to panic everything was getting way too weird and just when I thought that things couldn’t get any worst, Blood curdled in my throat. I started to spit up my own blood. The feeling of blood gushing out of my mouth hurt. It burned my throat and the feeling of my wrist throbbing worsened. My birth marks began to bleed and after a while every pore on my body was bleed. I screamed but, I was pretty sure no one could hear me. I could feel hot blood all around my petite body. The sheets that once were white had become a deep, dark red. The pain was way too unbearable to withstand. My vision filled with blood and everything became red.