Yet another excerpt...

OK,this is [yet] another excerpt from a full length novel,this time written by me ;)and co-written by a close friend [whoots, we should become a literacy circle] XD

Ok, this are some...side stories [now we can't reveal the main story now can we] The side stories are written by me~

Afternoon sun

Elis eyed the boy.

He was particularly shy, and somehow…cute. Princess Elis was the kind of girl who would throw a fit when she was called cute, so by this time, everyone praised her as intelligent. Yet he was…just cute. Nothing else fit the description, or even came close, for the matter, which was why she was wincing in her mind as she took him in.

She went over as the poor boy was looking lost, having come from another country, knowing nothing of their land, and she bet that her sister, Jordin or her brother, Jordan would never approach him. Even though they were considered the more charming of the 3 royal children.

“Hey, I’m Elis. What is your name?”

He started before shyly answering, “Albel.”

She stared.

“ALBEL? For someone named that, you sure don’t look the part.”

He drew back slightly. “But then, I didn’t give myself the name.”

Elis laughed softly before leading him back to her place, and then they started studying together.

After school was done, they went to Elis’s room, which was large and had many toys, dolls and the such, but what amazed Albel most of all was that she had as many guns and soldiers as she had dolls. She then tossed one of the guns to Albel.

For the whole afternoon, they played soldiers.

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Albel wondered if you could even categorize her. She seemed so different, so striking from everyone around her. She seemed born to be a princess, and she would be queen. There was no doubt of that in his mind. She was beautiful, but Jordin was beautiful as well.

So what was the difference?

He racked his brains for the answer… Elis was kind to everyone around her, she wasn’t cruel and she tried her best to understand, unlike Jordin, who favored those in power, or Jordan, who tried to analyze, but failed miserably. But most of all… she wasn’t just being royalty, she was royalty and royalty was her.

His mind came back to the present.

And he was in her playhouse, surrounded by pink.

She shrugged.

“Don’t say you didn’t agree to this,” She warned.

Albel blushed at this and continued “cooking” for her, and they played thus for the whole night. Albel was getting used to playing with her, and he pondered of the fact that somehow, Elis stayed the nights rather than the mornings…

Albel gave himself a mental slap. You didn’t go around think these thoughts about princesses, especially one like Elis.

He didn’t notice Elis eying him.

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Elis sighed. She was thirsty. Her throat was scorching, burning up. And she was but 8 years old. Her self control, though solid, has holes.

Very large holes.

She then transformed. Her pale hair now had a silvery sheen to it and her pale, gold eyes were now gleaming gold, a pure, fluid gold.

Albel was shocked. He had never seen her like this, the same, yet different. She was a vampire- she was different, But she was still Elis.

She leapt over to him and when he struggled, she held his wrists down and sank her fangs into his neck. And he screamed in pain where her fangs had pierced his neck, because she had used so much force.

She drank and drank, more and more and licked his neck while she did it. He froze. This wasn’t meant to be. But then she released him and panted while blood was dripping down her fangs. And she licked the remaining off his neck.

Elis murmured, “You…taste very good…” and blushed furiously before she left him there, not having matured in her powers yet. Then, she went to bed, leaving Albel confused and in pain at what happened, the attack as well as the emotional pain…

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Albel was in pain. The attack had left his body burning, burning so badly that he felt like calling someone to kill him, anything would be better, compared to this burning pain… He winced and almost cried out, but his training to be a knight made him know better. Instead, he rolled on the floor before running off into the woods where a terrifying howl could be heard for those who were awake that night...

Early in the morning, Albel was found at the outskirts of a carnage scene in the forest, his clothes in tatters.

Albel drew back a little. Which monster had done this? It made him horrified to think of a monster, tearing into the flesh of these people, draining their lives…

He started, looking into the clear waters of the river beside him.

He was covered in blood, and there was no one else around…