Filed to story: The Vampire Prince’s Bride
“Want a taste?” Mike broke off a small bit of the cheese and handed it to me.
I took it from him and nibbled at it, wanting to enjoy it as much as possible. It was delicious. Especially compared to the bland food we normally ate.
“Now that we’re here-alone-I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Mike cleared his throat and looked down at me, suddenly serious. With his height, blonde hair, and chiseled jaw, he reminded me of the quarterback of my high school’s football team. I imagined he would have played high school football-if he hadn’t been born and raised in the Vale.
“Okay.” I swallowed the final bite of cheese and wrapped my hand around the strap of my bag. “What’s up?”
“Christmas is this month,” he said.
“It is.” I nodded, and my eyes filled with tears. “The first Christmas without my family.”
I remembered the last Christmas we’d spent together-how Dad had to run to the store last minute to get the turkey-like he did every year-and how the entire family had come over to celebrate. We’d opened presents under the tree and built gingerbread houses. My brother had refused to follow the instructions, and his came out like a complete mess. We’d joked about how it was a good thing he wanted to be a lawyer and not an engineer. Then he’d knocked my house over-which I’d built perfectly according to the directions-and we’d all eaten until our stomachs were about to burst.
After my time in the Vale, I’d forgotten what being that full felt like.
A tear slipped out, and I wiped it away, standing straighter. I needed to be strong-and I tried to be strong. But it was hard.
No one knew about all the nights when I hid under my covers after lights out and allowed the tears stream quietly from my eyes, as if letting them out could mend my shattered soul.
“I know.” Mike reached for my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
I smiled at him and sniffed away the tears, grateful to have him for a friend. More than a friend-as family. He could never replace my brother, of course, but I think I would have broken completely if it hadn’t been for him.
“Every year on Christmas Eve, there’s a celebration at the village square,” he told me. “I was hoping…” He looked down at his feet, his cheeks reddening, and then turned his gaze back up to meet mine. “I was hoping you would go with me. As my date.”
I froze, the words sinking in.
A date?
Mike wanted to date me?
I had no idea what to think-or to say. Because Mike was awesome. He’d saved my life from that wolf when I first arrived to the Vale, he’d taught me how to get revenge on the vampires by stealing prohibited food, and he’d given me my job at the Tavern.
But I had no romantic feelings for him. And the way he was looking at me right now-with so much hope in his eyes-was breaking my heart.
I didn’t want to hurt him. But I needed to be honest with him. Not being honest now, in this moment when he was giving me the chance, would only hurt him more in the long run.
“Well?” he asked, sounding less confident than before. “I know you’ve been unhappy in the Vale-I understand that. I know you want to leave. When I was younger, I heard tales about the world outside the boundaries, and I used to want to leave too. But no one leaves the Vale alive. All we can do is make the best from what we’re given. And maybe everything here doesn’t have to be horrible. Maybe we can be happy-together.”
“Mike,” I said his name slowly, wanting to do this as kindly as possible. “I’m flattered. Truly, I am. But we’re friends. You’ve been like family to me since I got here.”
He took a deep breath, looking down at me in determination. “I want to see if there can be more between us.” He entwined his fingers in mine, as if he didn’t want to let me go. “I was hoping you felt the same.”
I untangled my hands from his and pulled away. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I shook my head sadly. “You’re my closest friend here. But I don’t feel the same way, and I don’t want to lead you on. I’m so sorry.”
His forehead creased-he looked crushed. I could see the pain shining in his eyes. I wanted so badly to say something-anything-that would make him feel better, but I had no idea what that could possibly be.
Then someone screamed from the street-a bloodcurdling shriek that made every hair on my body stand on end.
Mike bolted out of the alley to help, and I was right at his heels.
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A wolf towered in the center of the square, hunched over the body of a young girl as it dug its teeth into her thigh. People ran and screamed, and one lady-who looked the same age as my mom-wailed and tried to force the wolf off the girl.
The wolf snapped its teeth at her and bit a chunk of flesh out of her neck. Blood gushed out of the wound, and the woman held a hand against it, falling to the ground.
I looked around, searching for any vampire guards to take care of the wolf. But this was a human street-so far removed from the vampires that guards didn’t bother to come here.
We were on our own. Powerless against a supernatural wolf.
It was yet another reminder of why I hated being so helpless. So human.
Most of the humans in the square had run for safety. But Mike reached for a nearby chair and smashed it against his thigh to break off one of the legs. He held it up, and I saw what he’d done-he’d created a weapon. A stake of sorts. It was brilliant.
Following his lead, I grabbed the destroyed chair and broke off another leg to make one for myself. I didn’t know what I was doing-I didn’t know how to fight. All I knew was how to run and how to climb. But I wasn’t leaving Mike here to fight that wolf alone. And if I died in this fight, then at least I’d have died trying to save the village from this monstrous creature.
The wolf was ahead-so involved in its meal that it didn’t look at anyone else, and I stared at the weapon in my hand, not knowing what to do with it.
“Get everyone nearby to safety.” Mike held the chair leg out in front of him-the pointy end facing out. “I’ll deal with the wolf.”
I was about to say no-that I wanted to help him fight-but then I noticed a girl standing behind the wolf. Her fingers were in her mouth as she stared at the wolf and cried. She must have been five years old, at the most. She needed to get out of there before the wolf spotted her and decided to make her its next course in its human feast.
I nodded at Mike and ran toward to the girl’s side, taking her hand in mine. “Come with me,” I told her, and I looked around, surveying what was left of the crowd. Most everyone had gotten out of the square by now.
She nodded, and not trusting her to run as fast as I could, I dropped my bag to the ground and pulled her onto my back.
“Hold on,” I told her. “Don’t let go.”
Once she was secured, I darted across the square. I jumped over abandoned delivery carts, landing smoothly and perfectly, not breaking my stride. When we reached the alley, I placed the girl down and glanced over my shoulder to see what was happening with the wolf.
Mike ran toward the wolf, ramming the pointy end into the creature’s back.
But it wasn’t enough to kill the wolf-it turned around, snarled at Mike, and charged at him.