Blood Queen

(Andy’s P.O.V)
She doesn’t say anything, but looks at me for more information, so I begin my story. “Eighteen years ago the vampire dimension was under threat from a cult of vampires under their leader, Viktor Cantrell. I was a guard under the empress. About a year before the attack she fell in love with a mortal man named James Novacek (A/N Nova-Check) and you were born eight months later. Viktor killed your father within a week and the empress knew you would be next if she didn’t hide you. So three more guards were sent out to find you a couple to live with. They gave the two false memories and a paper trail with their new identities, leaving your mother at the hospital awaiting her child. Hours after the return of the three guards, the castle’s defenses were overwhelmed by Viktor’s followers. I swore a vow to the empress that I would protect you from Viktor and his cult, then I snuck you out the back and delivered you to your adopted mother. For your safety, I was ordered not to interfere in your life unless Viktor found you. I was never supposed to let you know of my existence or of your identity until the war was over and it would be safe for you to return home. Obviously that never happened. Viktor murdered the empress and took over our dimension as a dictator. I shouldn’t have interfered tonight but when I heard what they were thinking… I just couldn’t stand by and do nothing.”

We sit in silence again for a minute or two. Of course, I left out a big part of the story. The part where I fell in love with her. I guess she was the only person I had before I met the rest of the band. And it didn’t help that she was so beautiful with her long dark hair and green-blue eyes. I can’t tell her that now though. She probably hates me for keeping so many secrets, secrets that she deserved to know. The thought is deflating. I’m so lost in my own morose thoughts that I almost don’t notice a pair of arms slipping around me.

“Thank you.” She whispers, then lets go.

“Wait, You aren’t mad that I didn’t tell you sooner?” I ask incredulously. She tilts her head back fractionally, considering my question for a few moments.

“No, I’m not mad. You’re the only person that’s ever cared enough about me to try and protect me. How could I be mad?” She smiles a little, an expression I rarely see on her face. It makes her, if possible, even more beautiful.

“Well, other than your adopted parents you mean.” I correct her. Surely her parents care. She laughs bitterly.

“My parents? No. My mom was dead by the time I was three; And my dad… Well you know he’s not exactly the caring type.”

“Maybe he’s not the best father but he has to care about you. I mean, you’re his daughter. At least, he thinks you are,

“You really don’t know, do you?” she whispers cryptically. I guess I don’t know too much about her parents, I was only supposed to make sure she wasn’t being targeted by Viktor, the biggest threat, and that didn’t include spying on her family. I kept an ear to the ground for signs that he had found her and made sure that she was safe from him when she left her house.

“No. I was ordered not to invade your home life because as long as I made sure that Viktor hadn’t found you, you would be safe there. My presence would have only given you another opportunity to find out about me.” For several seconds silence swallows up our conversation.

A crystal tear slides down her cheek, followed by another and another. I want to speak, to comfort her, but the words keep getting stuck in my throat. Talking to people is so much harder than the film industry would have you believe. I wipe away her tears with the pad of my thumb and manage to choke out four words, just four, before my throat closes up again.

“Hey, talk to me.” She won’t look me in the eye, but she begins to speak in a quiet, watery voice.

“My father… he’s so angry, at the world, at me. He gets drunk or high every day and he takes his anger out on me, and-” She doesn’t finish the sentence, but instead pushes her bangs away from her forehead revealing a three-inch gash. She drops her hair and buries her face in her hands. Sobs rack her shoulders. Without hesitation I pull her into my arms as she cries. A horrible guilt takes over my body. If I had just paid more attention maybe I could have stopped him, but now it’s too late.

“All this time and I didn’t even know… I’m so sorry Iris.” She sniffles slightly and releases me.

"It's not your fault. That's why I was out tonight, I couldn't go home. He's drunk again." Some of the guilt slowly fades to anger. Anger at the man who would hurt her like this, hatred for her fraudulent father.

"I'm not letting you go back there. You can stay here tonight, but you should get some sleep, it's late." I help her lay down and pull the blankets up to her shoulders.

"Do vampires sleep?" The question takes me by surprise but I smile at her and answer.

"Yes. We also breathe and eat, but I'll tell you about that in the morning. Good night Iris."
“I’m not letting you go back there. You can stay here tonight if you want to, but you should get some sleep, it’s late.” I help her lay down and pull the blankets up to her shoulders.

Notes

I am sooooo sorry for the late update. I was at the gay pride parade yesterday and I couldn't write anything. That being said, I would like to express my happiness that gay marriage is finally legal, as it should always have been. It was the first time in my entire life that I could say "God bless America." without being sarcastic. :) Many of my close friends are part of the LGBTQ community and the courage with which they face each day is an unparalleled source of inspiration for me and shall continue to be so for the rest of my life. :) <3=<3

I would also like to take this opportunity to thank all of you wonderful readers, without your support there is no story and a major part of my life would be missing. I hope you enjoy this story and I hope it gives you the strength to face each and every day with one of your beautiful smiles. :)
-BVBfangirlqueen