Vampire Prince
Thread Topic: Vampire Prince
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Mildred's giggles grew harder before she had to calm herself down. 'Pretty funny though,' she said, almost feeling bad for laughing at one's death.
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"it was so funny my brother used to tell me about it as a bedtime story." Jack said. He remembered the bright mornings where his brother would tell him about the unfortunate king
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Mildred smiled. She almost remembered having siblings, though did her best not to dwell on it. 'My mother would've scolded my older siblings for making me laugh so much before bed. She said it would take me longer to get to sleep.' She remembered those days.
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"My parents couldn't tell him anything. He was more rebellious than an angry mule, but now I wonder, if you had family why were you reduced to begging on the streets?" Jack asked. As far as he knew peasant families stuck together like they were glued. He could never imagine just one being in poverty
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Mildred sighed. She hated reliving the past, but she decided to tell him anyway. 'There were some men running down the street. They held guns and lamps but my mother told us to pay no mind to them, and so we went to bed that one night. They threw their lamps and fire at the buildings, I heard, and I woke with my house engulfed in flames. One of my older brothers helped me escape and, well, I never saw them since,' she looked away and paused before continuing. 'Turns out they were royal guards trying to rid of witches and vampires after hearing some lived in that street.
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Jack snarled. "Fools the lot of them. Vampires rarely have more than one child if they ever get that far and peasant vampires certainly never have two children. As for witches I've never met a real one in my whole life except for nosfera and she can simply walk out of the flames so it's pointless to burn a witches house." Jack said pointing out the guard's inaccuracies that he believed to be stupid. "Even if you were vampires and witches who should follow a king who would willingly cull his own subjects."
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Mildred watched the ground as if it were far more fascinating than what was being said. 'I suppose...' she said quietly, then sighed. 'We were never very well off after Father died in the mines - he was the only one that worked - so I suppose nothing too valuable was being lost.'
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"nothing too valuable? Lives were lost! What is more valuable than a life? It's the only thing that never ever can be replaced. Even us undead can comprehend that." Jack said. He stood up and searched around his throne finding a small wooden sitting stool. He picked it up and set it near the throne
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Mildred tried to think of something to say, but she ended up letting a small tear roll down her cheek. 'I suppose you're right. But anyway, after the fire I couldn't recover anything from the house, so had to resort to living on the streets,' she said, trying not to let her voice wobble and crack.
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"humans sound more cruel the more I hear of them." Jack said. He sat down in his throne and motioned the the sitting stool. The sitting stool used to belong to Frederick but Frederick hated it so much he'd usually just stand until Jack brought a cushion for him.
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'Some aren't,' Mildred mumbled, sitting down on the stool. It reminded her of the one she saw her mother sit on while sewing. 'I do hope I'm not so cruel as some are. My family most certainly wasn't, either.' She wiped her eyes, willing more tears wouldn't come flowing down too.
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"I haven't quite made up my mind on if you are or not, but I'll hold onto the hope that you're not one of the cruel ones." Jack said. Mentioning Human cruelty reminded him of his brother. Another reason to be mad at the mortals. He took a deep breath to compose himself and gripped the goblet which he'd once again picked up.
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'Me too,' Mildred said. She remembered when she mother scolded her for being rude to her brother. She hadn't realised it at the time, and only saw it as making a joke. Mildred hoped she hadn't been as rude to Jack without realising it. 'I like to think there's good in everybody and that everybody has good intentions, but it's harder and harder to believe it as life goes on.' She sighed.
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"I can't believe there's good in everyone. Look at your Human kings, cruel as they are. There's also that spiteful mortal Talia, the murderer." Jack said with disdain. He didn't trust goodness in mortals but he held onto the thought that Mildred might be going
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Mildred had never heard of Talia, though didn't ask. 'Well, I suppose I can only hope everybody has good intentions, no matter how horrible they appear,' she paused to finally looked up at him, cocking her head to the side. 'You must've had at least one friend in the past. You surely saw the good in them?'
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