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"Are you serious?" I stared horrified at my unearthly, unmoving, beautiful mother.
"Yes, I am quite serious, Lilly." My mother continued to opened trunks that I was told since infancy wouldn't be open until my wedding. "Now get out, most of this is for your husbands eyes only, and your nervousness is making me ill."
I stood up and walked out of her room and crossed the long hallway into my room, slamming the door behind me. I looked at the canopy bed, gauzy curtains of soft greens and blues falling down to the dark blue and silver stitched bedding. I threw myself onto my bed, taking in the only human looking room in the house. I spotted my reflection in the mirror of my vanity and picked up a dark blue pillow and threw it.
Of course my room was the only human looking room in the ridiculously over sized house, I was the only human in the house. The mirror distorted my reflection and I looked away trying to keep my tears from falling, the last thing I needed was for my younger brother to scent my grief and saunter in like he owned the place.
I sighed, who was I kidding, he was going to own this place, and the title and everything else. He was a Halfling, half vampire, half human, what I was
supposed
to have been. Imagine my vampire mother and fathers surprise, when they prepare a bottle of formula cut with blood only to find out, voila, full human daughter.
I stared up at the ceiling, genetically I was rare, if you had two vampire parents, and the vampire gene is dominate, its only a small percentage that the baby would have the recessive
human
gene. But I did, which meant for an average vampire household, embarrassment, and the hopes that someone will adopt the human quickly, at least that is what I would assume would happen. To be honest I have never heard about another human born to a vampire family, but who knows.
However, for my family, who held royal blood, and with it, royal power, for my family it brought embarrassment, and shame. How could a vampire family with such strong lines, have a human daughter?
I took deep breaths trying to keep the tears back, because of who my family is, they couldn't just dump me off at the nearest European orphanage. Nope, because, it just so happens when the great Vlaine line has a child, that child is married off right in the womb. Some old witch comes around, tells them the sex of the child, and poof the child is engaged.
Imagine how thrilled my family was when they discovered the ruling vampire family had just had a son not one year ago and was still trying to find an appropriate match for him, and my mother just happened to be carrying a daughter. Parties were thrown, engagements were made, bonds were formed, blood oaths were voiced, and I ended up engaged.
Then out came Lilly, and down went my family. At least that's how my brother tells it anyway. My mother, being a kind hearted creature, says that the royal family still saw potential in the marriage between Damien, their precious prince, and me, the embarrassment of a human. However, other families with vampire Halfling children would have their slightly stronger spawn start to attack me. I almost died three times before I was even eight.
Needless to say, my father was forced to swallow his pride and take me away from Europe, for my safety as well as my entire families safety. Thus exchanging a couple of hundred year old castle, for a brand new mansion, built in the wilds of Idaho. That's right, Idaho, where else can a future human princess to the vampires be kept safe except in the only place where running water still hasn't been discovered yet. Yep, Idaho.
I'm exaggerating the running water, but not by much, I look out my two windows and see nothing but farm land, farm land as far as the eye can see. Its depressing, but its home. At least to me its home, to the rest of my family, its beyond depressing.
Finally the tears began to fall and I groaned as my bedroom door opened, as expected, and my twelve year old brother sauntered into the room, smirking at me.
"Get out Luke."