Chapter two

Unforgiving

Now humans were long gone. There were so little that they couldn’t even be traced. The vampires rode into the world killing each off spring and mother and father to go along with it. Their bodies laid on the ground spread out, pooled in blood and surrounded with marks of pain and flesh wounds. Some went into hiding but had nothing to live off of. And with that the vampires ruled most of the Earth by the late 1980’s. They had swept over them like soap being washed down with water. Withering away the soap would fade and the water would shine bright. So clear it was. Just like the plan to take over the world. Their plan had worked now, same as mine did. But how they accomplished this was amazing. Corolhilltz vampires had invented a ceriman that had helped them stay more in the light so that they could attack the poor human beings.
Things happened that were so mental now when they did that. The president backed down and had the kings and queens reign again. The government was taken over by vampires. Making it nobles and peasants again. The vampires that could kill the most and that could keep them protected were the ones that got pulled into higher rank. That is the way it has stayed for over three decades now. Times were different, yes, they were.
Feelings that were once gained were now lost. People were now animals and lost in their own minds. Trapped and uncertain of what might happen now. They escaped in the debts of problems of what was happening by killing each other and human. Everyone would fight. The king and queen would fight when the princess was out in the gardens and hearing out her usual three o’clock walks. But what the king didn’t know was his daughter; Zealoda was out taking walks to her lover’s layer. When King Flagon the II found out he did something so wrong and so terrible.
One night Queen Vincersareal and Flagon were fighting while their daughter was still inside the palace. Her bedroom was right across the wide narrow halls and stairs of theirs. She could hear everything that was going on in their life, her life. As well as everyone else could, through out the whole palace you could hear cursing and objects shattering on the floor. Their life wasn’t secret to anybody. But as they were fighting the Princess heard something so horrifying and so unreal that she ran out of the house having her father chase her with his bloody hands and mouth. He kept screaming “Please Zealoda, I love you. I never loved your mother.” She ran away from everything. From life itself. She ran from the father that was the murderer of her mother. His love could not be received anymore through her heart.
The only one that she could accept love from and give back now was Bounder. She loved him with all his heart and she knew that he loved her just as much back. When she thought that she had lost her father she entered Bounder’s layer. He saw where she went in and thought he would wait tell she came back out. As he waited he wide awakened as the night grew on. He waited for so long. A few hours came and gone by and he still sat there waiting for the young princess to come out of her area.
At last she had peaked through the door, his face behind a barrel. A young man came out with her, hand in hand. She started whispering things that Flagon couldn’t understand. As if it was a different language. The boy just looked her straight in the eye. After a while he spoke back. He to spoke that language that King Flagon could not understand. The moon had struck upon the boy and the lovely princess. His face had shown for what he really was. His jaw had a strong and wider look to it. His eyes were intense sharp green eyes. Still gazing into the Zealoda’s eyes they were. Staring into her with such intensity and such passion as her shallow brown eyes stared right back at him. As Flagon watched and blinked with the blood trickling down his eyes he saw them press their dry blood thirsty lips together. They were in love. Something that the king wanted to keep for himself.
The love of his daughter, that’s all he wanted to keep close to him but now he doesn’t have that love for the death of her mother which he had created to the end. Flagon wanted to keep Zealoda’s heart to himself, her body. She was the last pure-bread vampire there was out there. He needed her love to keep the race going. There would be nothing if they were all gone. The kingdom would have no faith to keep standing, no lines to keep it formed, and no one to keep the grounds protected. Without pure-breads they wouldn’t of made it this far.
Now naturally the daughter could love anyone, anyone accept the Bounder but the king had something in store for his princess. He was going to keep her love to himself. He was going to do something so hideous and so unbearable that not even the followers were to agree; he was going to breed with his daughter. A forced breed. One that she had no say in. So at this Flagon got up in rage and started screaming at the top of his rotten sore old self. Reaching his way towards the princess and the Bounder he stretched out his hands and threw the girl to a side of an old fallen-apart building. He knocked her out cold. Bounder tried to run after her but the king took hold of his neck and held him real tight in the grasp of his god willing fingers. Flagon was screaming over and over “What the hell are you doing with my daughter! My daughter is meant for me! And Me only! You hear that boy? You better hope so because with my say you’ll be thrown in jail for the rest of your life. Boy, have you had contact with my daughter other than that kiss you stole from my lips?!” He had shaken the Bounder so badly that he couldn’t talk and as he did he stumbled with words so horrifying towards the king.
“Ye-es-ss. We…ah…have.” He had paused in and out of every other word and with that the king had dropped him on the ground choking on every thought running through his head. Finally, after a while of the torment thrown in Flagon’s face he started stuttering words as if he was a broken record playing over and over just stuck on one part, “You’ll see boy. We’ll get you. We’ll be back in morning…I’ll get you.” And with that the king grabbed his daughter by the neck and carried her away for a bit. A few seconds later wings with such a wingspan and such great holes of hate spread out over lapping. They had shot out with such great power he sprung into the air like a shooting star passing through sky. He flew all the way to the palace still carrying his young with him.