Love is Killing Yourself

*This started out to be something I wrote in high school for creative writing, but with a little work I've added on. I hope you enjoy*

I don't even understand why I was here at this filthy castle anyway, this prince was nothing but a rat. Mother expected me to mingle with all the eligible bachelors in the radius of our kingdom, even if those bachelors were recluse psychopaths like, Prince Andrew. He was never at any social event and even if he was he talked nonsense about the beauty of the human body. It was quite pathetic in my opinion, but here I was being escorted through his castle scared of out my mind to be honest. 

Skeletons lined the hallways of the old stone castle. Prince Andrew told me the tales of each decaying body with passion filled eyes. The thought of someones having their eyes gouged out or spleen ripped from their body turned my stomach. Bile rose at the back of my throat making it very hard to swallow. I wanted to run but there was no escaping this trap.

"Princess Miya, could you imagine your torn, naked body, hanging from my beautiful wall?" He traced my jawline, softly with his pinky finger while backing me against the corps filled walls. I swallowed hard, my breath accelerating. My cowardice only turned him on more. He gripped my arm tightly, drawing blood with his sharp nails. "I love when they squirm." With his other hand he smashed the side of my face and quickly my world turned to darkness. 

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I don't remember much from the change only that I couldn't see a thing while I felt the blood dripping from my body and into the vampire prince. I felt him moan into my skin saying how delicious my blood tasted, his didn't taste all that bad either. Amazing even to my human senses.I remember him saying he didn't want to kill me. He wanted to caress my body for all eternity. For that I am grateful, at least I'm not dead. When I came back to life the  next night, the first thing I saw was his naked body standing aside me. 

"Well good morning my queen. How are you tonight?" 
"Thirsty!" I screamed, the burning in my throat taking over. 
"Ah yes. One moment please." He left me there on the floor, still covered in my own blood. When he came back he carried a golden goblet. I could smell the blood in the cup before he showed it to me.
"Now, this is going to be a little disgusting but I need you to trust me. I will get you real blood soon my love. I promise." He helped bring it to my mouth. My shaking hands couldn't hold on. "Drink love." 

Oh I drank it alright. If this tasting amazing I could only imagine what fresh blood tasted like. The blood soothed my burning throat. I gasped at the greatness that swam through my body. 
"More! I want more!" I felt this rage swell up inside me. 
"Hold on, I'll get you more.
"No! NOW!" I attacked him, reaching for his neck with sharp fangs. Only to feel him laugh as he rolled me over and pinned me to the ground.
"Now, we'll do things my way or I'll send you to hell with the rest of the fang whores I've sent there. Be a good little princess and no harm will come to you. Do you understand?" His eyes flashed red.
"Yes master, I'll behave for you." 
He laughed again. "See that wasn't so hard." He pushed back a strand of hair from my face before he started to reach under my dress. If I were  anything but I vampire I would have pushed him away immediately, but there was something about his vampire skin against mine that begged for more. 

I woke up to the sound of screams in the next room. I slowly got up thinking about snatching my clothes but deciding against it because they'd just come off again soon anyway. I followed the screams in to the library to see Prince Andrew standing against the cough with a girl under him. Her stockinged legged were gorgeous, I'll give her that, but I didn't like her hand caressing my mates crotch. I snarled real loud. 
"Oh my princess, you are awake. Meet Anyah. She works for the bar down in the village. Isn't she lovely?"
I snarled again taking in this Anyah. She smelled of beer and sweat but just underneath her bright red curls I could smell and see her blood pulsing through her veins. I licked my licks, eager for a taste for myself. 
"Anyah, here now." I snapped. 
"Spoken like a true queen. Now remember just a taste, you don't want to kill her or the blood taste bad. Trust me, you wouldn't like it." 

Anyah came closer and smiled at me like she knew what was about to happen. Her eyes staring at my breast for far too long made me sink my teeth in her quickly. The warmth running into my mouth all at once, making both of us moan before falling to the ground. After what felt like forever but was only a few seconds, Andrew placed his hand on my shoulder. Pulling me away from Anyah before any more damage could be done. 

Many night went like this. Andrew and I would have great vampire sex and when I woke up we would share a meal. He was hiding me though, he wouldn't let me visit my family or friends, afraid that I would hurt them. I tried to tell him I never hurt the servants and he says its because he poisons their blood but I don't believe him. There's so much that he never lets me do and I keep thinking to myself one day, I'll get whatever I want.

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Chills ran down my spine as I took my first life. His young, muscular body tensed up with passion as he climaxed and died right then and there in my arms. I pushed his limp off of mine, he fell to the ground with a loud thump. I rose from my couch, picking my dress up and licking the access blood from my lips, still tasting sweet.

"Mmm. He was a nice one, too bad it had to end." I laughed to myself. I snapped my fingers for my servants to clean the mess, and walked out the library to admire my skeleton wall.
"Oh, Darling, you should be so proud of your creation. Aren't I doing so well?" I danced in the hall, smiling up at Prince Andrew's starving body. 
He coughed. "Miya, Sweetheart, let me down. Feed me. Let me me run free with you again." His voice, weak and hoarse, begged me. 
"Now what fun would that be? Who would listen about my meals after I finish? Speaking of, did you see tonight's? He was lovely, up for anything. I found him in the ship yard, a very fine sailor he told me he wanted to be. I could see the potential in him. He definitely sailed my ship at ease. Ahh, it was so electrifying. I really liked him, wish there were more like him. I definitely want more." I smirked before turning away from him. 
"Miya, you need me! Times get lonely!"
Miya! He cried as I vanished down the hall. Satisfied with the taste of over powering the strongest vampire to ever live because he finally let his heart "win." Lesson learned, kill what you love or it'll end up killing you. 
"Love," he had said a long, long time ago. "What is love?" 
Love is killing yourself.