The Fairy Vampire Queen
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To secure a treaty and bring peace, the Fairy Council demands a marriage between a hidden fairy princess and the vampire prince. Fairy Willow is displeased with the situation, but vampire Prince Lazarus is compassionate and quickly wins her over. The two quickly fall in love as he lavishes her with kindness, but their union is not without its opponents. Her joy is slowly fading away, but Prince Lazarus is prepared to safeguard his new bride and her family. Prince Lazarus is everything Fairy WIllow needs, even if she does not know it yet. Will Fairy Willow fall for Prince Lazarus and secure the treaty?
"I do not want to marry him, and you cannot make me," I scream at my father as I run for my bedroom. I slam the door hard. I collapse onto the floor, screaming and crying. How could they give me away to the vampire Lazarus? I am their child. Do I not mean anything to them?
"Let me in," my father says softly, knocking on my door.
I push my body against the door, trying to prevent them from forcing me out of my home. My heart is breaking. How could they? I wrap my arms around my bent legs and curl my body. I scream from the bottom of my stomach. My scream is so loud that I am sure everyone in our tribe heard it. I do not care. Let them hear my cries. I hope they come and see what you are doing to your eldest daughter.
"My little angel, please let me in," my father speaks even softer as he tries to coax me to open the door. I thought I was his favorite child. I thought he loved me. I am the oldest of 19 children. Indeed, there is some love for me in his heart still.
I cry and scream until my throat is sore. "Break the door down, Abraham. Do not let her act like this," my mother demands.
My mother and father are so different. My mother's fairy tribe is a demonic little bunch of assholes. My father, on the other hand, comes from a tribe of kinder fairies. His tribe seeks only to do good. That is why they made the treaty with the vampire authorities. The treaty that led Lazarus Castillo to want me as his bride. I am only 21 years old. Lazarus has to be over 1000 years old. Why in the hell does he not marry a vampire or an eternal fairy? Why me?
I have to open the door. I know I have to face my father. I need him to look me in the eyes and tell me he wants me to marry Lazarus Castillo. I need him to see the life drain from me as he speaks the words. It will be of no consequence to my mother. But to my father, I need to see it, and I need him to know how I feel.
I stand up and straighten myself the best I can. I wipe the tears from my face and blow my nose. I try to smile as I open the door.
"Father, I want to speak to you alone without mother," I say.
He looks back at my mother and nods in agreement to come in without her. I cannot handle her being a bitch to me at this moment. I step out of the way so he can enter the room and we can talk face to face.
My mother stomps off. I know she is mad. She always gets her way no matter what. This is my life we are dealing with now, and she will not get her way. If I am forced out of my home, I want it to be on my terms, not hers.
My father steps in to try to help. I can see he is breaking. I know he really does not want to do this. It is all her. It is more of the fairy council, but she has no objections.
"Look me in the eye and tell me you are okay with giving me to him," I say.
My father reaches for me. He places both his hands on my arms. He has a firm grip on me.
"My child, you know if I do not comply, they will kill us all. They will start with the baby and work their way up to you. He wants you to be his bride. He promises peace for the fairies. It is a sacrifice, I know. I know we are asking a lot of you at just 21 years old. No, my love, I do not want you to go, but it has to happen, or we are all dead," he says.
I hug my father. I cry into his shoulder. I understand he is trying to protect everyone. It hurts no matter what the reason. Why me?
"Okay," I say.
I hear cars pulling up. It sounds like an entourage of vehicles. I hear so many doors slamming. How many people came with him to get little ole me?
I begin packing a few things as my father looks on. My mother comes into the room. I can hear the children laughing and talking to Lazarus and his bodyguards.
"You might want to go into the bathroom and clean yourself up before you meet your new husband," my mother says sternly.
I shake my head in agreement. She is right. I am sure I look a hot mess. I run to the bathroom. I can see Lazarus out of the corner of my eye as I run past my mother to the tiny bathroom at the back of our small home.
I close the door and try hard not to start crying again. I grab a towel from the shelf. I lay the towel on the sink. I turn on the water. Great, no hot water today. I splash my face with cold water and dry it with a towel.
I look at myself in the mirror. There is nothing special about me. I am just a little fairy. Why is he ruining my life? In the tribe, there are fairies far more beautiful than me. Why me? Maybe because of my father's position on the council.
I adjust my blouse, trying to look more presentable. I try hard to smooth out the wrinkles. There is not any use. This blouse is probably the most decent-looking thing I own. I look like a peasant. Maybe he will see me and decide he does not want to marry someone so ugly and beneath him.
"She is getting herself pulled together and then will finish packing," I hear my mother tell Lazarus.
"No need to bring anything from here. I will provide her with everything she needs. Tell her to please come. I have something to ask her before we proceed," he says.
I hear my mother hurry to the door. "Hurry up. He wants to see you now," she says. I wonder if she has ever spoken a kind word in her life. I do not think I have ever heard her say anything kind at any point in my life.
I take one last look in the mirror. I take a deep breath. I can do this. I smile at myself in the mirror. I am ready. I walk out of the bathroom. I can see him standing in the middle of the tiny kitchen.
Lazarus is wearing an expensive black suit with a purple tie. His hair is medium-length combed back perfectly. Just one slight curl hangs down in the front. His eyes are a piercing blue. All of his men are dressed in black suits as well.
"Lazarus," I say as I bow before him. I have no idea how exactly to greet him. He is royalty, and I am just a nobody.
"Willow, I have come a long way to see you," he says.
"Yes, I understand you have. Thank you for coming to see my family and me," I say.
Lazarus looks at the dirt floor and then his expensive suit. "Can I get a towel, please?" he asks my mother.
She goes to the cabinet and retrieves a towel for Lazarus. "Thank you," he says.
He hands the towel to one of his men. The man takes the towel and lays it on the dirt floor. Lazarus kneels before me.
"Willow, I have come a long way to ask for you to be my wife. Do you accept my offer?" he asks.
Lazarus slips a beautiful ruby ring onto my ring finger. I nod my head yes. "Yes, I accept," I say.
Lazarus stands back up before me and kisses me softly on the lips.
"One thing, I know I heard you say I do not need to bring anything, but there are a few personal items I would like to bring. If that is okay with you?" I say.
Lazarus smiles at me so sweetly. "Bring anything you need," he says.
I walk back to my room and grab a small red bag. It is the only thing I am taking with me. As I exit the room, my mother stops me.
"That stays here," she says.
"No, it goes with me," I demand.
"Let her take it," my father says.
"Yes, let her take it," Lazarus says.
My mother backs down. She steps out of my way. I hug my father. "I love you, daddy," I say.
Lazarus follows me out as I walk through the house, kissing my brothers and sisters. I quickly go to his car and get in the back. He sits beside me and reaches for my hand.
"I am no fool, Willow. I know this is not what you want. I promise you I will make you very happy," he says.
I nod my head but say nothing. I close my eyes and lay my head back as I leave my childhood home to start a new life with a vampire
The road is long from my tribe to the vampire community. I try to sleep. I hear Lazarus speaking. I pretend not to listen. I think he is speaking with his mother, but I am not sure. He speaks so kindly it has to be the family he is speaking with.
"Willow, can we talk? I know you are awake," he says.
I open my eyes and look at him.
"Sure," I say.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asks.
"Lazarus, there is one thing. Would you provide my father with a better home?" I ask.
Lazarus looks puzzled. "You mean you are going to ask for something for your father but not yourself?" he asks.
"Yes, I would do anything to have my father and siblings in a better home," I say.
"Anything really?" he asks.
"Yes," I say.
"Come here closer and let me drink from your neck and I will give your father a mansion," he says.
He knows it is against tribal law for a fairy to allow a vampire to drink from them unless they a
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