I pushed the curtains aside and gazed out the window, marveling at the vibrant little garden that Nanny and I had nurtured together. But something was off; the world outside appeared five times sharper and clearer than ever before. Just then, a voice startled me from behind, breaking my focus. "Feeling good?" It was a voice that sent a shiver down my spine, prompting me to activate an extraordinary ability I never knew I possessed.
Turning around, I was taken aback to see Felicia suspended in mid-air, her body thrashing as if she were being strangled. "I'm sorry, Felicia, I didn't mean for this to happen," I stammered, panic rising within me. "Try controlling it!" another voice urged. With a deep breath, I concentrated and slowly lowered her to the ground, but the effort left me dizzy and disoriented. "Wow, Fiona, I'm quite impressed," the voice continued, admiration lacing his tone. "You adapted quickly to Bloodmoon's mechanism of defense."
"What was that?" Felicia asked, her eyes wide with confusion. "Oh, that's Psychokinesis," he explained, a hint of awe in his voice. "It's notoriously difficult to master, yet it seems you were born with it." Just then, Roxanne entered the room, his warm greeting breaking the tension. "I leave your big sister to your care," he said, before stepping out. Felicia shot me a disdainful look, her expression a mix of disbelief and irritation. "Do we have a problem?" I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil swirling around us.
The atmosphere shifted abruptly, the only sound piercing the silence was the chirping of birds outside. Suddenly, Roxanne's voice cut through the tension like a knife. "A week? I have a life too, come on!" Her frustration hung heavily in the air. Mr. Canelo's voice boomed across the table, filled with authority. "Trevor, you failed to discipline this little brat of yours. Teach her some manners!" Fear flickered across Trevor's face as he grasped the tocsin blade, a weapon steeped in darkness, and stabbed Roxanne, revealing her true vampire form. The guards seized her, dragging her toward the obelisk, where the unforgiving sun awaited. They knew all too well that sunlight was lethal to our kind.
In that moment, the stakes had never been higher, and the balance of power hung precariously in the air. The tension was palpable, and I realized that our very existence was on the line.The palace reverberated with Roxanne's heart-wrenching cries, her tears cascading down like a torrential downpour, filling the vast chambers with a sense of despair. "She needs a break, Dad! She shouldn't be punished like a criminal!" Fiona's voice rang out, fierce and unwavering, cutting through the oppressive atmosphere with a clarity that demanded attention.
"Trevor," Mr. Canelo's voice boomed, a thunderous command that demanded respect. "Yes, Mr. Canelo," Trevor replied, his voice tinged with anxiety, knowing he was treading on thin ice.
"You are no better than a worthless vampire, just like any ordinary vampire, like your wife. You are painfully aware that you don't deserve the power you flaunt with your minuscule abilities; you are merely a figurehead," he yelled, his words sharp as daggers, aimed directly at Trevor's fragile pride.
"I'm sorry, Canelo. I truly appreciate how you are dealing with this situation. I apologize for my little pet's disrespect toward our future Queen," Trevor quickly backtracked, his tone shifting to one of submission, desperately trying to placate the wrath of Mr. Canelo. His words dripped with a mix of fear and feigned loyalty, a clear indication of his willingness to bend to the will of the more powerful.Roxanne stared at her reflection in the mirror, the scars from her recent struggles still evident, but they were healing—just like her spirit. Suddenly, the door burst open, and her father, Trevor, stormed in. Without warning, he lunged at her, slapping her hard across the face, sending her crashing to the floor. "Do you want to destroy everything we have? Are you going to keep up these foolish acts? We rely on them for food and blood, and you want to bring it all crashing down! Enough of your nonsense; we are slaves, understand?" he roared, his voice dripping with contempt.
"Slaves? You dare call us that?" Roxanne shot back, her voice steady and fierce. "I refuse to be part of your pathetic narrative! You think you can call yourself my father while treating me like garbage? You took everything from me ;my first blood, my dignity,all for your greed! You cower before that skolly who abandoned us, and I'm the one you belittle? I won't let you or anyone else define me like that! You are nothing but a coward, a titular with no real power!" Her words rang out, echoing in the tension-filled room, each one a dagger aimed at Trevor's arrogance.
Just as Trevor raised his hand again, her mother stepped in, her voice a fierce shield. "Stop it, Trevor! Don't you dare lay a finger on her! If you can't see the light in our daughter, I will! She is strong, and she will rise above this! Roxanne, listen to me—don't let him break you. You have every right to stand tall and claim your identity. "We are not slaves; we are warriors! Together, we will fight back against this oppression!"with their hands together Roxanne said proudly. Roxanne felt a surge of power, ready to reclaim her life and identity, determined to shatter the chains that sought to bind her.