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*Standing in a dark forest, inexperienced vampire hunter daria brown is scavenging around ruins of an old vampirian castle. Scattered broken stained glass pieces crunch under her combat boots as she searches around.*
(Daria) “ if I were a vampire I would probably want to hide my golden treasures away..”
*gazing near the tattered throne she notices a gap behind, showing an open passage way, she takes out her flashlight, shining it through the crack, as she peaks through she notices furniture that's looks completely untouched*
*her curiosity gets the better of her, she looks around picking up a large wall debris and hurriedly smashing the debris against the throne, causing a medium sized opening to appear*
[Daria] “ugh.. GHR!”
*she attempts to squeeze herself through, though her silver armor prevent her from getting through, reluctantly she takes off her armor and squeezes her body through, though tripping down onto the strange marble floor*
[Daria] “huh.. marble? That's a sight you don't see alot..”
*she turns her attention back to her armor, trying to shove it through the opening, though to no avail, it just won't budge. Begrudgingly she continues to walk though this new side of the castle*
(Daria) “marble in a place like this.. there is like a whole other untouched side to this castle, despite the dust everything looks brand new..”
*walking down an isle adorned by red and gold carpets, silky marble pattern floors and dusty cream colored vases. She approaches yet another throne, when she arrives to a large room decorated similar to the hallway, though with gold drapes, two thrones and a black coffin in the middle of the room*
*the coffin itself seems out of place, tattered and chipped, it looks as if it were already opened, the coffin having a latch that is already unlatched*
[Daria] “a coffin.. it looks like it's been opened already.. maybe a little peak won't hurt, I've always wondered what coffins look like on the inside.”
*carefully opening the coffin as the hinges creak open, the door to the coffin hits the ground causing an echo throughout. Daria's heart almost seems to skip a beat as she sees a long blonde haired vampire, his jawline chiseled and chin cleft wearing garbs of mostly shades of red and gold*
[Daria] “crap crap…crap”
*she mutters under her breath as she tries to back away, but to no avail..*
*slowly sitting up, he opens his eyes, setting off a red glow in her direction. His neutral face forming into a wide grin*
[???] “AH! The Prophecy was true! I am prince Vladan vladimir lawrence! And you must be my mate!
*nervously shaking she seems to be terrified from the sight of him, her nerves, fear and confusion combine together into somewhat of an abomination*
[Daria]” nonononono- I- I am NOT your mate, i am daria brown.. a newby vampire hunter WAY over her head…”
*floating out of the coffin he takes Daria's hands in his and pulls her up with him as he floats up, showing her writing on the ceiling*
[Vlade] “daria.. What A Beautiful Name! A name fit for a future queen.. my daria.. gaze at the prophecy! See OUR FATE!”
*the writing reads “a destined day in the future, a maiden skin of (scratched out) shall awaken prince vladan and wed him, becoming the queen and king of vamperia”*
[Vlade] “we are meant to be my daria.. I shall preserve my patience in wedding you..”
*he whispers into her ear*
*setting Daria and himself onto the ground Daria's knees let out, falling to the ground in fear and anguish. She sits there Contemplating as he nuzzles his head against hers*
[Daria] “ah.. fate?... I- it has to be wrong!”
*she shoves him away making them both fall back, she attempts to stand up but it doesn't seem to prevail. Laying on her back now, she's breathing heavily as her mind spirals. Her heart pounds and races as her vision starts to appear dotted, then fade to black..*
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*as she tosses and turns she wakes up in a cold sweat, her body sinking into the cushiony mattress. As her eyes ping open she's met face to face with the long blonde haired prince, his inches away from hers*
[Daria] “mgh- Get Away From Me!”
*she slams her hand into his face, shoving him away from her . Confusion clouds over her as she looks at her sleeve, her bare arm now covered with a burgundy red sleeve patterned with red decoration.*
*she sits up, her back against the head rest, looking down at herself she's wearing completely different clothes then before, her hunting/scavenging clothes replaced with royal garbs, no wonder she was sweating*
[Daria] “Did you undress me?! I know they said vampires were weirdos but I never thought they were perverts!”
*she retracts from him further, her body looking a little ball like, as she moves away, he crawls closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his head on the side of her arm*
[Vlade] “pervert? No no.. my daria, it's a royal garb, my love this is standard, truly I had no intentions of being distasteful, though my respectful opinion, you're beautiful in anything or nothing.”
*He buries his face into her side and cuddles next to her, taking a deep breath of her scent. Daria sits there nervously trembling, despite the warmth of her garb she can't help but shake. unable to move, and too afraid to try and run, she eyes the room*
*she observes the room, decorated similarly to the main area of the castle, yet the deeper red and old bookshelf draw the difference, she turns her head to look behind her, seeing stained glass though the view is blocked by vines covering the glass*
*The bed, soft and cushiony with a black heavy blanket covering the two of them, the pillars of the bed, carved and carefully designed, made with swirled marble, tied to the pillars are privacy drapes, currently open letting the dim room light in*
(Daria) “how do I get out of here.. there's no way I can really marry this creep.. let alone actually be his mate. He seems pretty docile, just maybe I could sway his mind about this?”
[Daria] “so.. what makes you really think I'm your.. uhh. Mate.”
*vladan sits up, meeting her face to face, his face trying to get a doe eyed look yet falls flat giving more of an uncanny look then curious*
[Vlade] “it's the prophecy, it's fate that we are supposed to be together.. and seeing how you were the one to open my coffin, just like foretold. You must be my mate, my daria..”
*he leans in, grazing his fangs against her neck*
[Daria] “mhm.. so.. if this prophecy of yours really is true.. then I could be your mate maybe. But do two mates really have to stay together?..”
*she bargains as she looks away from his piercing gaze, almost seemingly like he was stabbing her with his fangs already before it even happened*
*vlade sits up, his eyes still locked onto her like a soccer mom looking at a Stanley in target*
[Vlade] “Of course, my daria.. I would never leave you, not within a hundred thousand moons, not if I were to be hunted, or if I were to be staked in the heart 100 times over. “
*Daria nervously giggles as he clasps her hands in his, his love seems to flow out of him just like water crashing out of a broken dam. His face is so close to hers their noses are touching*
*Vladan's gaze is quite serious, seeming as he won't waver in his idea of the mate situation, he really does seem infatuated with her.*
[Daria] “Uh.. are you trying to kiss me? You're really close..”
*His gaze seems to quickly shift as he blushes profusely, a nervous smile slowly swirling onto his face as he falls back onto the mattress. Pulling his hair over his face in embarrassment as he rambles on about how she's making him flustered*
*taking the opportunity daria quickly gets up, yet trips down onto the floor, this garb is longer than she thought, standing up in a hurry she swings open the room door and runs out in the hall, passing by doors upon doors*
(Daria) “ok ok, think how do I get out of here.. there is no way I am getting out where I came in from, this outfit would make me never fit through!”
*as she runs she hears, the exasperated prince call out to her, his face still visibly red, yet worry now glazed onto his face*
*hearing him shout out to her she ducks into a room, locking the door behind her.*
(Daria) “where is the light switch, light switch light switch.. ahah!”
*she pings on the the dim crackling light showing a room full of old reflects, vases, paintings and jewelry spread out on displays, in a case in the back of the room, a crown with 6 red jewels seem to call out to her, glowing like the prince's red eyes*
*as she approaches the display she hears frantic knocking outside from the door, and the door know turning over and over again*
[Vlade] “My daria! Please come out, it is highly disapproved of to see the crown before the wedding! ah one moment!”
*Vladan's voice muffles from the other side of the door, his voice raised but not yelling. Daria steps away from the crown as she goes to open the door, but is met by vladan himself who is holding a bunch of keys*
[Daria] “Wedding? …”
*she questions him as he puts his keys back into his garbs inner pocket, he gently grabs her hand, slowly pulling her out the room, taking her to the throne room where they first met*
*he sits the two of them down in each individual throne, he sits down in the kings while she sits in the queens*
[Vlade] “yes, our duty, as a royal and soon to be royal, is to wed and have child, it's traditional practice is to have 1 child unless it were to die, but I have always been one to love company.”
*Daria's face is clouded with shock as shivers go throughout her body, Her mind races through possibilities, how did she get herself into this..*
(Daria) “Have a kid? I think, I could maybe just MAYBE get through with the marriage but have a kid??.. ah i don't know if i could do that..”
*vlade stands up, getting on his knees next to her, as he starts to beg for her hand in marriage, over and over again, going on and on about the prophecy and fate, and how much he loves her*
[Daria] “ah.. how can you really say you love me? You met me just a couple hours ago! Having a kid? I've always imagined being child free..”
*he clings onto her clothes, gripping tightly , his head tilted down looking at her knees*
[Vlade] “From the moment my eyes laid on you, I felt an overwhelming sense of infatuation, every time I look at you, I feel my love grow for you more and more. Everytime I look you in the eyes, it's like I've known you for ages, I would be incredibly honored for you to have our babies..”
*Daria's discomfort settles in, now realizing it might be harder to leave then she anticipated, this vampire is completely in love with her*
[Vlade] “I believe you would look wonderful in the crown.. It's a beautiful vision truly, but you're lovely in any view.. You're truly wonderful.. y-”
*Before he can continue his sentence, Daria kicks him in the chest, sending him flying back. His body slams onto the ground as he wheezes and gasps for air. He quickly removes his neck accessory, holding his stomach as he tries to full his lungs with air*
*she hurriedly stands up, and starts kicking him over and over, as he yells out for her to stop over and over*
[Vlade] “Agh! My love PLEASE! Please if YOU are- *wheeze* Upset! We- Talk This Out! … PLEASE AM BEGGING YOU! STOP!-”
*before he can let out another plead daria kicks him in the face, his eye to be more accurate, causing him to bite his tongue and cry out in pain*
(Daria) “Ugh.. why do I feel bad.. in a way this guy basically kidnapped me.. but oh this is making me feel awful..”
*as vladan is currently lying on the floor crying, his mouth covered in gold blood, clutching his sides as he body aches, yk from being kicked over and over again, he sits up, his breathing incredibly heavy, he rips off the jewel from on the chest of his clothes and starts to rub it against his eye.*
[Vlade] “... my .. my love.. are you not upset with.. me, anymore?”
*his words cut up from his breaths, he looks up at her, tears still in his eyes. Blood flowing from his tongue starts to drip down onto the golden marble floor, he looks back down, his vacant hand clutching his chest*
*Daria stares for just a moment, and just.. walks away? Calmly she walks down the stairs from the thrones and looks back at him, this overwhelming sense of guilt washes over her, seeing him so helpless like that, he didn't even try fighting back when she was kicking him*
[Daria] “I- I uhh, ill find something to clean this up!”
*she darts off, on the search for hopefully a wet rag and bucket*
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*Later that night, Daria comes back after a search that felt like it took AGES, she finds the prince gone, and he even cleaned up his spilled blood, she sighs, after all that searching she doesn't even have anything to clean up.*
*Because of her guilty conscience, Daria sets her plan to go looking for him. Looking around room by room, it seems like she isn't getting much progress,*
[Daria] “Ugh I've been searching for ages.. wow at least I upgraded a bit, first I'm searching for a bucket and rag, now I'm looking for a prince, HAH HAH.. oh god why did I have to open that stupid coffin..”
*as she lets out those words she hears a faint sniffling sound, coming from the door with heavy golden decorations, after seeing that she chuckles, albeit in a sarcastic tone*
[Daria] “how did I not see that.., this house must be messing with my IQ.”
*she goes up to the door, observing the gold carvings and and name plate*
(Daria) “Ugh there was a name plate as well?!”
*she grasps the doorknob letting herself in, the door lets out a LOUD creak as if it's begging for oil, when she steps inside she sees the prince sitting down on his bed, his privacy drapes concealing the side of his body.*
*His room is similar to the one that Daria was in before, but does have differences, consisting of a reclining chair, dresser, and and chandelier above his bed, illuminating a reddish orange tint to the room. Slowly walking up to him, she peaks over at what he's doing*
[Daria] “hey, vlade right?”
*his body jolts at the sudden sound, his hands clutching red gemstones, similar to the one he had on his eye before. Sitting there with his garb partially slipped off, showing his heavily bruised chest*
*A second after seeing her, he quickly fixes his garb, and sets his gems aside on the bed. He hurriedly stands, meeting her face to face. His eye has a slight bruising to it but better then you would think it would look*
[Vlade] “it is vladan, my daria.. but you can address me however you wish..”
*his head tilted down to her with a soft smirk on his face, his hair no longer in his usual braid, his long silky blonde hair drapes over his face and clothes*
[Vlade] “I can assure you, I am doing well, do not plague yourself with shame, I forgive you.”
*he nuzzles his head against hers*
(Daria) “Hm, maybe getting out of this can be easier then I thought, he's head over heels for me, he forgives me like instantly, and he doesn't retaliate.. all I need to do if find either silver, a stake or, garlic.. hmm”
*She steps back slightly, closing her eyes to ponder about the various ways to kill a vampire, or more specifically, a prince…*