I guess I was wrong, mother and father weren't joking when they proclaimed that I would be the sacrificial lamb to renew the bond between the two races but why me? There were a thousand human females more qualified than I was and would gladly take up the task.

"Can you stop weeping already?! You are not the first to be married, and neither would you be the last."

There, my mother used those words to snap me out of my agonized thoughts.

I thought mothers were supposed to love their offspring and defend them, at least that was what I read in books. Instead, she seemed excited that I would no longer be in her house and serve as a burden. Well, I couldn't blame her, I was also a burden to myself.

There was also my father, the mastermind behind my misery. Driven by greed and desire to belong, he sold me out without guilt.

Sometimes I just have to ask myself if I was really their daughter.

Well, soon I would become a vampire's bride. Which in their words, was aimed to strengthen the coexistence between the vampires and humans but how could they imagine me being a wife to a vampire? I was just nineteen.

"Mother, I know you never liked me but why do you have to go to this extent of ruining my life?" I cried but I knew that no matter what I say, there was no way she and my father would change their minds.

I could remember vividly when I was still a child, my mother would always joke around, saying that I would one day become the vampire prince's bride and become his princess. Due to how naive I was, I would always smile like a fool but who knew that I would see such a day?

Only a fool would not see the writing on the wall. My parents had long planned for my union with the Vampire Royal Family.

"You have no choice, the vampire prince is your destiny and you are also his destiny."

There it was again, those words that were like weapons of mass destruction. What the heck did she mean by my husband-to-be was my destiny and I was his? Didn't she know that those words didn't help to ease my tension?

I removed my gaze away from her and stared at myself through the mirror. I knew the plain black dress that flowed down to my feet that I had worn was never and would never be bought by my parents. I had lived with them for the past 19 years, which made me so certain that my parents would never spend so much money on me.

Then I turned my gaze to my face through the mirror. My mother had instructed the maids to heavily bless me with makeup, which in her words, was to make me look more attractive to my soon-to-be husband.

"What's going on here, don't you know that her husband is waiting for her in the living room?"

There he was, my father. He had shamelessly barged into my room with no care for how I felt at that moment. For the situation he had put me into, I hated him and swore that I would never have anything to do with him after the wedding.

" It's Eliza, she keeps crying, you don't expect me to take her downstairs where the guest would see her face. They might think that she is being forced into the union."

I sighed at her words, of course, I was forced into this silly act.

My father turned his gaze to me with eyes that showed intent to kill.

"Don't spoil this for me, I have sacrificed a lot to make this happen."

In the next second, my father hurriedly walked up to me and firmly held my hand.

I caught a glimpse of my mother smirking before my father aggressively dragged me away from my room to where my small wedding would take place.

***

Anyone who had stepped their feet in the living room wouldn't have believed that a wedding would be held there. It was like the everyday setting of an average living room but the only difference was that there were few people present including a priest.

My eyes searched the living room for who was the vampire that would be my husband and just by having a glimpse of him, I knew that he was the one. Although I had never set my eyes on him but with the way he had dressed, I could identify him.

But…

My eyes immediately widened at the sight before me, no one told me that the groom would turn out that way.

There I could only see half of my husband's face with the way he was seated. He was dressed in a white suit with a black shirt underneath with his collar raised high but there was a problem.

A good amount of his face had been disfigured with scars that had made it impossible to identify what he looked like. There I could also see fresh blood dripping out of it thereby staining his suit.

"My prince, she is here, the wedding can proceed." My father said in fright.

He finally turned to face me for a gasp to be let out from my mouth. Only half of his face was scarred while the other looked so perfect. His perfectly edged jaw, pointed nose, and beautiful long eyelashes made that part of his face look so unreal but the scarred half of his face seemed to overshadow it.

I couldn't take my gaze away from it, it was irritating but at the same time, intriguing. I had many questions that were yet to be answered. Did he just get back from a fight? Was he naturally born like that or was it self-inflicted?

In the next second, the groom stood up from where he was seated and walked up to me. I knew that staring at his face in such a manner wasn't the right thing to do since it could hurt one's feelings but it didn't seem like he was affected by it, instead, he had a warm smile on his face.

He stopped right in front of me and without a word, he took me by the hand and led me to the small altar where we would say our vows, it was then that I diverted my gaze somewhere else.

"You don't need to be scared of me, I won't hurt you." There, he said the most unexpected words with the most angelic voice that a male figure could ever have.

"We are gathered here today, to strengthen the union between the vampire race and the human race, and for that to happen, there would be a union between the vampire prince and a virgin human girl born on a lunar year." The priest blurted out.

"Do you take the vampire prince as your husband and destiny?" I was startled by the priest's last word, he had used that ' destiny' of a word.

I turned my gaze over to my father who seemed to be angry that I had taken time to answer, then I turned my gaze to the few attendees which consisted of both vampires and humans, the look on their faces also showed that they could kill me if I opted out and then I turned my gaze to my soon-to-be husband, he still retained a warm smile on his face even after my delay.

I sighed, I had no will of my own, why would the priest even ask such a question if I would be given no room to opt out?

"Yes!" I simply said for the smile on the groom's lips to widen.

The priest looked over at the groom and asked the exact question and even mentioned the destiny of a thing.

Of course, the vampire prince said yes.

With that note of proclamation, I was finally named his wife, and he, my husband. Immediately after the priest proclaimed us as vamp and wife, I stiffened.

Finally, the time that had given me the creeps arrived, we were supposed to join lips to mark the beginning of our marriage, and hell, I was in no way ready for that but it seemed my husband was more than ready as he fixed his gaze on me, trying to read my body language.

" There will be no kiss!" My husband exclaimed.

Not just me but everyone in the room gasped, what did we just hear?

In the next second, he stretched his hands which I warmly received.

"Come, wife, let's go home." He said and with that, I was taken out of my father's house, probably the last time I would ever step my feet in there.