Blood Lust (Chapter 3)

I couldn't stop thinking about my mark. It was hard not to think about that, someone could kill me

I couldn't stop thinking about my mark. It was hard not to think about that, someone could kill me At

I couldn't stop thinking about my mark. It was hard not to think about that, someone could kill me At any

I couldn't stop thinking about my mark. It was hard not to think about that, someone could kill me At any time.

I couldn't stop thinking about my mark. It was hard not to think about that, someone could kill me At any time..

I couldn't stop thinking about my mark. It was hard not to think about that, someone could kill me At any time...

I looked around nervously, I still couldn't find the council chambers. It was terrible, since I had only 5 minutes to find it. As I walked, People had kept giving me weird looks which made me feel totally insecure. I stopped to ask someone where the Council Chamber was.

I approached someone that had Silver hair. "Can you tell me where-" I was cut off by the surprised look on the girl's face as she had turned around. "So you're the girl." The girl looked annoyed with a tinge of jealousy. Her blood red eyes glittered in the moonlight just like everyone's had. This time it was pure rage.

"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered. I clearly had no idea what the girl had been talking about. "Look, stop trying to deny it! Your just another slut with him." The girl started crying bringing attention to the conversation. I was starting to realize the whole point of this and started to say something back.

"I don't-" I started to say something back, until a harsh voice interrupted me. "Bullshit Zoey." I turned around to face a guy who had dark black hair, swept to the side that covered part of his right eye. Completed with a red cold-eyed stare. I stared at him, tripping on him then gained my balance.

I opened my eyes and looked up, wishing I hadn't and the same guy was there smirking this time. I quickly pushed away, looking annoyed. He looked annoyed at the girl which I'm guessing was Zoey "Whatever Damien." She rolled her eyes, being smothered in her eye shadow from "Crying".

“Damien?" I realized who I was seeing. Damien was the 3rd prince of the House of Night. One of the most powerful Vampire Princes in history. I quickly paced back as Zoey and Damien argued and continued my search for the Council having only 2 minutes left.

After a while, I spotted a sign that said "Council" I quickly entered the room sitting down on one of the chairs. "Luna Nightshade, nice of you to join us, We are continuing the Blood Moon Ritual." The professor told me. There had been a blood moon in the Human realm every 100 years. Unlike the Night Realm

the blood moon had come once every 1000 years. It was once in a life time, But seeing and experiencing it had the worst side ever. Every Blood moon made some vampires go blood thirsty, even making them go kill their own kind. It usually makes Vampires want blood and lust.

And the worst thing was that the blood moon was going to be in 3 days, 2 days counting today. To get ready, every Vampire must not make contact for 24 hours. If you do, Things might not turn out as great as it was. If you were lucky, maybe it was just blood lust.

“Luna?” I was interrupted by the Teacher’s voice. “Yes?” I looked at him. “Can you please explain the ritual?” I sighed, my family had introduced this ritual to the history of Vampires changing our Hunger and rage, “The blood moon ritual is used for every blood moon. This spell is meant to keep vampires sane-“

The bell had suddenly rung and everyone was hurrying off not wanting to hear. I was used to that by now, Even though my family were Royals they had changed Vampire history which ruined the Blood-Wanting. I sighed and floated down the hallway. Every thing was much ruined, I wasn’t really a vampire

anyway. I wished the incident never happened but it was fate that made me like this. I quickly floated and Spotted the same guy or Damian, As a passed by I could see something was on his neck. I wondered as badly and stopped floating to think. Was he the one who marked me?

If he was

If he was.

If he was..

If he was...

If he was... This

If he was... This Story

If he was... This Story Wouldn’t

If he was... This Story Wouldn’t End

If he was... This Story Wouldn’t End Too

If he was... This Story Wouldn’t End Too Well.