She didn't know how her father was sent away; she didn't even hug him at the last moment.
"Stand up, clean yourself." He looked at it, her fists ready to attack. But what can she do?
She's just weak.
"You don't have a heart!" How can she think that he has a heart? It's a vampire; what the hell does she know about vampires? None!
She didn't want to hear what she thought was her grandmother's fairy tale.
The man quickly turned to her, his eyes deep and frightening.
"Your father went here all by himself! He made himself a bait!" Their tone was angry, and their faces almost applied. She slowly moved away.
"And what's his reason to come here, huh? He won't be here if you don't take him, like you did to me!"
She knows exactly why her father came here; for so long that her father had been willing to learn them, it was impossible for her to do so.
"Just shut up and fix yourself; you'll be my bride soon." She pushed him away from her, not knowing where she got the courage to fight like this with the young man.
"As if!"
"You have no choice, Bailey." He said roughly. He was about to leave the room; the door was still open.
When the young man came out, she burst into tears. The fear of death and questions filled her heart.
She didn't know if she had made the right decision to trade her future for her father's safety. Is this where she's going to waste her years studying? To be married to a vampire as if it were yesterday doesn't make her believe he is nonexistent.
She stopped the sound of her cries; wanting to go out. She didn't want anyone to hear how much her heart was hurting at this time.
The next day, she noticed that the sun was not even rising in this area, so the cold here was strange. You can only see the lights at night or early in the day.
She tried to get up from the bed; the room she was in was wide. The two windows and the door are now closed. It looks like an abandoned kingdom, but the only difference is that someone lives in it.
She didn't even know if there were any other vampires or just the young man.
She laughed at her own thoughts. There are probably a lot of vampires here, aren't there, and it's a vampire tribe? How can she be so brainless?
"This is what you need to wear." She was surprised by the sudden voice of the woman next to her.
She didn't even feel it coming in.
She looked at the woman who spoke, surprised by her pale complexion. Only the lips are slightly red; the hair looks like it is bent, and she will not deny that it has a look.
The woman put her clothes on the bed.
"Are you a vampire too?" Here she is again, obviously in her pale skin! Does it look like a normal person with this pale skin?
She looked at her, trying to be afraid of the sudden red eyes, but she quickly stopped herself.
"Yes." She didn't know if she could trust this girl's calm voice. She was afraid that he would suddenly bite her in the neck and suck all his blood.
She looked at her as if reading her mind.
"Don't worry, Prince Elon, warn us not to harm you." She couldn't stop his eyes from saying, That young man is a prince? Her mouth opened.
"That guy is a prince of vampires?" She was even more concerned if what she said was true; it meant only one thing. If she had not yet escaped, his disciples would have blocked her.
"Yes, the prince of vampires who was the last vampire is powerful." She was in a state of shock again, and the fear in her body quickly grew.
"H-how powerful?" She didn't know if she should believe it, but if her grandmother didn't believe what she said was true, it would have been what she had seen in her eyes. And the one who was there was still in prison.
"He can ruin everything if he wants to."
"Get ready; the food is ready. I'll be out of your room if you need me." She walked out of the room, as she had never felt her way out if she hadn't followed her eyes.
She got up from bed, even though she didn't want to do anything. She also felt hungry.
She took the dress that she had laid on her bed and lifted it up as a black dress.
The fabric is a little thin, but enough to cover everything that needs to be covered. She looked around the room and saw another door.
She grabbed the dress, went to the door, and opened it.
The room is a comfort room, and finally, there is a normal room in this place.
She put the dress on the dry cement and took off her clothes. There is also a large mirror there; that mirror is large enough to see the whole of herself.
She was a mestiza who inherited it from her mother; her hair was black but mixed with red, and she didn't know why it was like that when she never had her hair colored. But she wasn't that surprised; her mother had red hair.
In other words, she looked like a dead mother. They're like carbon copies. She didn't get any from her father; all she got was from her mother. But even though she was so happy that her sister, Hailey, could see what their mother looked like when she was still alive.
She poured water on her body, almost shaking with the cold. She didn't take much time to clean up and immediately started to get dressed.
She just brushed her hair before she left.
Outside the door of her room, the woman was waiting there. She smiled slightly and pointed the way.
She nodded; she couldn't do a thing because she was locked here without knowing what would happen to her.