Pia Vi Bellini
I swear to no god you'll end up in a crypt
Verona, Italy, 1465. A Young woman being transported from Florence, to her arraigned marriage, small hands gripped till knuckles would turn blue. Tears had fallen on silk and damaged the appearance. It felt like forever the way the horses reared in the carriage. Being born of the only true noble decent to the fair country of Italy. Since the Pope demanded a higher nobility of children, who would shine the country back into its former glory. Where kings and queens only cared for the coin and peasants would do anything to live in lavish and pearls. This was not what the young woman wanted, a touch a peace maybe? To live in the light with the rest of Italy. Being held captive and never seeing the daylight due to training and learning of everything from aristocratic appearance to the politics. The man chose to marry the young princess was a man far older and crueler. His last three wives couldn't produce an heir let alone the sight of their estranged lover. Pia being the young woman in question, looked up as the night sky took its full view. Bright blues and gray circulating under a full vibrant red moon. "The only comfort I find.. is in your light.." A hand reached up to give a pretend grab at it. Only for the carriage to stop at firm bronze gates. Only for doors to fly open, assisting her to the ground was her best friend and protector. "Ves.. Ah.. You shouldn't be here.. they told you to stay..It could be dangerous.." A chuckle left the boy as he grabbed her arm to walk her up the millions of stairs it felt like. This felt more eerie as they walked, seeming as nobody welcomed them. There was no abundance of flowers, or gold or anything.. There was nothing but dark and decrepit broken stones. The smaller male looked at the giant doors. Noticing there was giant claw marks against oak doors. "Pia.. I don't think we should go i--"
This was the end.. wasn't it?
As soon as small hands pressed the door open was the scene that could make a thousand angels cry. A bloodied scene, a murder>?!?
Within seconds the small human had been grabbed up by a being not under 6'6, a giant man had snatched her, pushing out the male and the doors had shut. Locking behind it and leaving the male on the stairs dazed and confused. This had a different feeling, a one of pure control and power. The long black hair of his had felt as if it was suffocating. Mixing with the long mousse hair of hers. Without notice he had dug giant fangs into the nook of her shoulder and neck. The screams heard from the small female was loud enough for the countryside to hear.. yet nobody around. This angered her, a hand reached back. Grasping the crown of the undead kings head. There was seconds before she would be sucked dry and left to rot. Pulling his head from her body she dropped. Knees and hands kissing the floor. The different shades of reds running down. A hand grasped her neck to stop the blood. Only for an ankle to be gripped, a slow drag of her much smaller body over rocks and stone. A hand stayed gripped as she kicked and fought to escape her assaulter. "WHAT do you want from me?!.." A sharp kick and growl left as the dragging continued. Soon finding herself like a rag doll. Smack, again her body being treated like a doll. Thump, finally her body was left in the dirt and grime of a castle that had been abandoned for what seemed like years. Could this be a set up?.. Being fed to a beast like a sheep. Shaking her head she sat up and bright pink hues sharpened and looked into those bright green ones.
"You're going to be the best pet I've ever had.. The way you want to live.. Right now your heart is slow.. make your choice.. BE the queen of this land and do my will.. I'll let you live.. If not.. I'll bleed you out and bathe in i--" The male was cut short by the female coughing up what seemed like ink. Knowing what he did, he had already started the process. Whites of pink eyes seemed to fill with dark grays. Almost suffocating but keeping calm as the change started to begin. Shakily standing, one hand on her neck the other had a glass shard in her hand. "I will never be your pet." With one stroke a simple neck slice would end it all wouldn't it?. It would stop her from being whatever this beast was.
Wrong.- This sealed the deal, only to wake up in a satin incased coffin, gasping and clawing at the wooden cage. Unannounced to her that she had already been transported and delivered to the new castle. A letter laid on her lower stomach, when her coffin was to be opened a new world would be revealed. One where she is in charge of thousands of vampires, running multiple countries. The questions remained where her best friend went, if he was alive. Who was the dark tempter of a man and where was she going.
