The Stolen Girl: A Short Story by Lore Scarlet
There’s only one way to kill a vampire: stake them through the heart.
I picked at the floorboard and tried to pry the wood off. My fingers were bleeding, and my nails were broken off. I’d been picking at it for days, but I finally managed to pull a nail out.
I breathed a sigh of relief that was inaudible through the sounds of screaming and crying all around me. I was crammed in a cage with several of the other stolen girls. Across the room was a cage filled with stolen boys.
We were all stolen from our packs or homes, and taken here to be chosen by the princes or the King. The chosen ones get to live in a nice room, and are drunk from each day by the royal vampires. They are never drunk from until their veins are dry.
That’s what we are for. The stolen ones that are unchosen. We were disposable.
Each day Miss Death, one of the vampire servants of the castle, randomly choses one of us. I stopped counting days by measures of time, and by girls taken from the cage. We were at eight girls by today.
“It’s hopeless,” a girl next to me said in between sniffles.
“Then you will surely be chosen soon,” I said it like it was a curse.
I managed to break the floorboard off, and it made for a decent sized stake. I wore a loose white cotton dress, so I tucked it into the band of my underwear.
Dread filled me as Miss Death approached us. She had a face like a skull surrounded by wiry brown hair.
Don’t pick me, I thought over and over again like a mantra.
She opened the cage and blindly grabbed onto one of us. I felt her cold hands on my shoulder and I felt like the world was crumbling down on me. She tied a rope around my hands and pulled me out of the cage.
“You’ll do, human,” she said.
“I have a name, vampire. It’s Dia.”
“Well, Dia, you’re lucky,” she told me. “You’ll become the life blood of the King.”
She said it like I won the grand prize.
When she turned back around and walked up the stairs, I tried to get out of the ropes.
We went up a winding staircase and I knew I would be alive until we reached the top. I had to get out of these ropes, stake her in the heart, and run free. That was the only way.
But my fingers hurt so badly from pulling out the floorboard. I wanted to cry out in pain, but I tried to swallow it down. I could do this. I made it this far.
I let my legs give out under me, and I collapsed against the staircase. I fell a few steps.
As the servant scrambled to get me, I grabbed my stake from under my dress.
“Come on,” the servant said. “We need to get up to the King.”
“Neither of us are going up to the King,” I told her and I shoved the stake up, into her ribs, and right into her heart.
She fell lifeless onto the staircase before me.
“That’s for every girl you pulled from the cage,” I said and pulled my stake from her.
I kept my stake in front of me as I stepped off of the staircase, and into a hallway. I didn’t know where anything was in the castle, and I had no idea how to get out. I was blind.
There was a guard at the end of the hall. I quickly opened the first door that I could find and closed it behind me.
I found myself in an incredible room. It had walls that dripped water like from waterfalls, and scattered around the floor and on easels were beautiful paintings of a girl who I recognized. She was the stolen girl chosen by Prince Adrian.
I turned and found her on the bed, her eyes closed and she was covered in blood. She was dead.
In a flash the door was open and the guard was inside. I held the stake in my hand. He was suddenly at my throat, fangs bared and piercing into my throat. But as I felt the fangs hit my flesh, I quickly shoved my stake up. He cried out, but it didn’t kill him. I had missed his heart.
He wrapped one of his hands around my throat. I could feel his nails elongate into claws, scratching my neck. I cried out in pain. His other hand was at my stomach and he stabbed me. It felt like a knife was in my stomach. I gasped and felt blood dripping from the wound.
I used what little energy I had left to push him, and he fell onto an art easel. It broke into several pieces of wood. I quickly grabbed one of the pieces, and I shoved it into his chest. This time it hit his heart.
I was exhausted and filled with pain, but I ran to the window along the wall. My fingers still seared with pain as I tried to raise the window, but I was losing more and more blood.
I tried to keep conscious, but I fell down to the ground, onto all the paintings, now stained with my blood.
I woke up in the woods, under a full moon.
I screamed as I saw Prince Adrian and the girl he had chosen staring down at me.
I scrambled back, and it then occurred to me that my wounds were gone and I felt no pain.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“You were near death,” Prince Adrian said. “I found you as I got my Princess from her room.”
“But she was dead!”
“Undead,” she corrected. “As are you. We are vampires now.”
(Image by: Kristaps)