The Vampire Queen from slave to Queen

Venessa POV

Waking up to the feeling that I have to and must work for what I don't believe it ever exited.

In just a day and a few words, my life changed for good and bad at the same time.

Let me tell you a little story about myself, or better still, the way I became a vampire Queen:

Am venessa Blackwell, 20 years old but some people said I look younger than my age.

So don't underestimate my knowledge. Work as producer and a script writer in a television station.

It's called revealing tour nightmare, it's sitted in the heart of the city.

Of course, it deals with those supernatural bullshit that I don't want to believe it really breath the same air we do.

"The quicker you believe the quicker you get saved. "Those are my boss words not mine.

" Venessa!!!! "My mom practically yelled from downstairs making me rain curse under my breath that I need to go to work earlier than usual.

"Mom am up!" I yelled back arranging my room before she starts telling me history.

History of how to be a good mother and a good wife material.

I wonder if in my past life, I married at the age of 10 and gave birth probably at the age of 11.

Or in my past life, I didn't how to be good a mother and a wife material.

After quick bath, I came out picking an outfit for today.

Putting on a complete set of suit, I wore my sneakers to match my white inner shirt.

Normal, I wear sneakers under every trouser just like am doing now.

While on short skirt, I wear heels. On gowns, I wear flat or heel. Depending on my mood.

Packing my hair in a high bun, I horridly use my lip stick and mascara before mom start yelling my name.

Walking down to the kitchen, I met my mom and dad smiling down at each other like teenagers who are madly inlove.

Sometimes, I envy my parent love for each other. It's like the love of snail and it's shell.

They both seems to understand each other the most and stick with each other.

No matter what condition it's, they would still stick to each other like salt and it's taste.

"Venessa," Mom called making me realize I been staring into the space for too long.

"Don't tell me you had that dream again." Mom said making her face drop from smile to sadness.

" No mom, I was actually thinking of the dinner we are having this weekend. "I said smiling.

Even if the smile doesn't reach my eyes, I don't want to be the source of their worries.

I don't want to bother them with my problem especially my freckking nightmares.