The Vampire Queen (from slave to Queen)

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see the magnitude of my decision, but if there was anything it was numbness. There was no rush, no adrenaline, no fuel, not a single drop of tears, not even as I stared at them. That’s how bad I didn’t feel anything, no emotions of sort. “Elizabeth?,” my mother called raising her eyes from my brother. She stared deeply at me. I felt her eyes linger on me for a while. “Elizabeth, are you alright?”, the fear in her eyes slowly crept into her voice. I heard the screeching of the chair that she sat down on. She pushed the chair back and stood up. Her hands outstretched in front of me as she approached me. “Oh dear….” He voice trailed of as she hugged me. “It’s going to be alright”. Her hand held my face and turned it from side to side. “I haven’t been paying attention to you. Don’t worry, everything is going to be alright.” She said trying to console me but it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of that. We stayed in each other’s embrace before we heard a shrieking cry. My brother had woken up with pains again. My mother hurriedly ran over to him. Her eyes turned and found the medicine bottle empty. We were out of drugs. She sat down in panic, her hands found my brother's hand, her right hand was robbing circles on my brother's forehead as she whispered “sorry” continuously. The tears in her eyes flowed down endlessly. I prepared the necessary documents without my mother’s notice. My date of birth, my family name and address, our previous work. Just basic information about my family. I faked my mother’s signature. Becoming a vampire’s slave has so many advantages to the family who is offering up their child or family member. The family automatically becomes a high status family. The necessity of life is offered in the best way possible. Clothings, food, shelter, hospital bills, and so on, is offered to the family. I heard all this when I was staying with my parents. So with that in mind I decided to become a slave to save my brother and mother behind their backs. She wouldn’t love my choice, but there isn’t much choice on my table. They carried me inside the castle. I am sure by now they have gotten their treatment and must have received the letter I sent to them. I imagine her crying and shouting at me but I hope she accepts the treatment they'll give to her. “I’m Alexa, follow me.” A female vampire said. She took me to a room. I suppose this will be my room. There were five beds here, occupied by different occupants. She showed me where to drop my things and took me to the lady in charge of the kitchen. Why do they even need a kitchen?, if they feed on blood. I was grateful that I was a servant rather than a blood slave. Blood slave would lift my family status to a classified one but I didn’t come here to die. I was a servant that I was grat