Hey guys, so this is a historical time period. Unfortunately, I have no knowledge of fancy words nor do I know the original English spoken four hundred years ago. But I will try my best to make this love story work. I hope you guys like the idea of Elena playing the role as a court lady. Just to clarify Elena is not a vampire, there are no vampires in this story but still brutal with all the blood. Enjoy!

Elena

The room is cold and hardly unwelcoming for me. The king's guest arrived all the way from England. It's quite clear the court is wanting the king to claim a wife. I don't care of such affairs, but I abhor when the guests are women, they can never fill my stomach with pleasure.

The girls and I sat by the English men, entertaining them with our fake smiles and smoothing their coats with the palms of our hands. Fortunately, my client seems to know how to control himself and decent looking. I wrapped my arms around his. He looked at me, one of his hands reached down and landed on my lap.

In a matter of seconds, I will slap his hand away and splash a bucket of cold water on his face. Then again, I took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Now, sir you flatter me. This gesture is a bit too far. For I thought you were a gentleman."

He curved a smile a wider as his hands moved deeper between my legs. "There you thought wrong, Elena."

I gently grabbed his wrist. I leaned closer and whispered in his ear. "Now sir, let's not do this in here. There just isn't enough privacy. Perhaps we could finish our business in a more suitable and quiet place."

He nodded. I could feel his enthusiasm arising to his veins. I took his hand and the two of us stood up from our seats. one of the gentlemen spoke up. The man with the flaming red head and a fully grown mustache above his lips, he wrapped an arm around Bonnie and pulled her closer. "Charles, now where are you going?"

"Now, I will return soon. Don't look for me if you can't find me by dawn." Charles winked.

The red head man roared a flabbergasting laughter as I pulled Charles out the door. This one is way too easy. But then again, the easier the hunt is, the less time I have to wait for my next meal.

~ I opened the door to one of the chambers in the women's harem. Charles wrapped his arms around me playfully. I forced myself to laugh as he lifted me up and tossed me on the bed.

I laid there flat as he crawled on top of me. "You are so beautiful..." He whispered as he lowered his head and kissed my neck.

I smoothed his hair with one hand, and the other reaching for the knife hidden under my stockings. I hushed him as I slowly removed the blade out of its sheath. "Shhhh...There now , Charles." His nostrils took in a gush of oxygen as his lips continued to kiss harder against my neck. I smoothed his hair but this time with the blade. Soon, Charles' lips stopped its performance and his hands dead not moving an inch. I pushed him off me. I wiped the dripping red blood off with his coat.

"Thank you for being my next meal, Charles. I gave you my attention; now its your time for the end of the bargain." I slashed his vest and white dress shirt with the blade, then his chest. My mother always taught me not to make a mess while I'm finishing my meal. However, this meal requires a long brutal digging, regardless of how many ounces of blood flows out.

At last, the precious heart is trapped in the ribcage. I grabbed the heart and yanked it out with blood dripping hands. I instantly took mouthful bites of the delicious heart. I could feel the life of the dead thing on my tongue, the bitter tasting blood pleasuring my stomach with its taste of rust and salt. Of course, like all meals they all disappear quickly, leaving behind a large pile of unwanted leftovers.

The door opened, Bonnie walked in the room. She quickly closed the door behind her, and walked up to me. She crossed her arms. "Why is it that you pick the clueless schmucks every time?"

I wiped the blood off my mouth with my sleeve. "Because half the men who enters this palace has a brain shaped as a tiny little speck."

Bonnie snorted. "Well, I guess I'm not the only one who agrees with that statement."

"Its not a statement, Bonnie. It's a fact. Anyway, help me burn his body so I could push him out the balcony." I crawled on the bed and carefully took the lighted candle from the bed stand.

Bonnie grabbed Charles' by the shoulder and dragged his blood dripping body on the floor. I placed the candle down by my feet, and helped her. I grabbed Charles by the roots of his long hair, Bonnie still held tightly on his shouders. "So, how did you escape that red head?"

"Easy. I sprinkled him a surprise in his wine glass, he won't wake up until noon."

I wiped my mouth with my sleeve once more. "I guess there are some good benefits to be a witch, Bonnie. The reputation to be one is quite tragic and hard to accpet, then again having such power shows the importance to have it in you. To bad I have no knowledge to drug a man to sleep, or the power to banish him away from this country."

Bonnie avoided my eyes. There are times I tell her how great it is to be a witch, but also times when I say I hate them. My anger and both my gratitude toward the life of witchcraft is all due to the curse that came upon me as a child. As a small orphan, I have killed and stole to stay alive. Clothes. Shelter. Friends. Family. They all are holes inside me, because I could not have it for myself. The only way for me to relief my grieve was a fresh kill to please my stomach, I have at least one thing I could own for myself - plenty of people to capture. I don't know how I befriended Bonnie because she was the cause of what I am today. Her aunt, who died years ago, cast a curse on me. My memories of my family erased from my mind, but I remember running around the woods with the fresh strawberries I plucked for a boy, who I think is my brother. I was so pleased with myself to find such delicious berries, I ran too quick and tripped on a rock.

I burst into tears because I crushed the life of each berries, and my clothes and face were covered in dirt and strawberry juice. While I walked a long way, I heard an odd sound of wind chimes. I followed the melodic sound, and soon came upon a cottage...and few bushes of young, ripe strawberries. I instantly ran to the bushes with blistered bare feet. I plucked handfuls of strawberries with my filthy hands, and stuffed a few in my mouth, spitting the green top over my shoulder. When my skirt was full, I stood up to leave. But there was a strange woman standing a feet away from me. She looked absolutely horrifying, the dark locks of muddy hair fallen down on her shoulders, her torn dress not starched nor sewn a stich, and her eyes were wide and bewitched. She mumbled words I did not understand, but the way she spoke so low under her breath just made my heart beat faster. Then, I felt a painful pressure pressed against my head, my head began to throb painfully. And the sight of my eyes turn to pure darkness. At the very next day, I returned home...The village I knew all my life, that very name I known, Mystic Falls, was flooded with blood and silence.

Bonnie came to me and helped me control my hunger. There were times I wanted to eat her heart, but she knew how to protect herself and hold me in guard. Bonnie came to me out of guilt and loneliness, her aunt died the very day she set out to look for me in Mystic Falls. Not that it was difficult to find me, I was the only one living in that abandoned village, which is now replaced as a saloon.

Bonnie and I finally reached to the balcony. The two of us lifted the body and tossed him out. The two of us stepped back inside. Bonnie washed her hands when I took out a fresh clean dress to change into. We do this each and everyday. Its challenging to cut my diet, and feed on unpleasurable meat and fruit. As far as we are concerned, we don't care about anyone witnessing me feeding on my corpse, because they all will end up dead in time.

Bonnie wiped her hands with a wrag. I loosened the laces on the corset and slipped it straight down, and jumped in the new dress and pulled it up. Bonnie leaned against the door.

I quickly inserted the laces in its place to hold the dress. "One...Two...Three..."

"Ahh!" A female voice broke in.

I gave Bonnie a nod. She smiled and walked out the door. It is time for the game to begin.