Lucine:
Prologue.
The young girl sat humbly, staring at the blank stone wall before her. Mother and father were busy, they always were, and so she took to staring at the bleak stone wall in the room, not daring to bother the hell hound that lay resting in the right corner.
Though the girl was young herself, having only reached 6 winters, she was no meager child — definitely not! said child was power and knowledge combined — hence why when both parents had scuffled the young girl into the familiar room, sparing each other nervous glances and mumbling for the child to stay silent before rushing back into the castle's foyer, there was no doubt in her mind that something was quite not right.
The room had become a common sight for her — filled with long green and red woven tapestries hanging on each of the four walls, a large dark wood table being the centerpiece of the room, covered in ornaments and small table furnishings.
There, in the far right corner, was the hell hound. Built like a beast, it guarded the young child (despite her slight fear). The sight of the beast was not uncommon since almost every vampyr household harbored the species, as protection but also company.
And although young vampyr Lucine was considered brave by the majority of her family, she could not help but eye the beast in wariness. Perhaps it was the threat of something being physically stronger than her or the fact that it constantly watched over her in her uncertain moments, who knows, but nothing could have given her more comfort in that moment when the double doors to the room slammed open, revealing a pair of pale vampyr consul members, clad in black robes. Their actions were the first to startle the girl; sitting on the small wooden chair on the left side of the room, Lucine gave a startled cry at the furiosity in the men's eyes, their fangs on show and blood red eyes glowing as they stormed towards the child.
It was in that moment that the hell hound pounded into action, its paws assaulting the stone floor moments before its teeth tore into both of the men, blood gushing from all angles of the men's bodies. Rich vampyric blood filling the room, the stench igniting something within Lucine — watching the hell hound rip into the throats of the men was intriguing and before the girl knew it, she was walking closer to the sight.
Closer....
— Rip!
Closer...
Snap!
Blood...
Bang! The girl awoke, finding herself covered in relentless bundles of sweat, her matured body gripping to the knife on the side of her bed, her eyes darting across the room in panic and for a moment, she swore she seen red eyes glaring at her through the window — the eyes of the Consul men storming into the room to kill her, the eyes of the blasted hell hound that was irritatingly loyal and... the eyes of her parents, who gave her a look of horror as they started at the young girl marveling in the death of the two men.
Those eyes...
Thank you for reading! This is my first attempt at writing on YWS, so I hope I did at least average. This short novella is Lucine and will consist of somewhere between 10-20 chapters. I know the prologue is a little rough and messy, but I hope you enjoyed it at the very least. Thank you :)
- Heather
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