The Princess Vampire

Developed by A. Sylvur for Michaela

Word Count: 452

The stars twinkled in the dark sky, much to the little princess’s delight. She twirled in her black and gold sparkling gown in the noisy forest in the night then wished upon a star up high. Her mother and father were not far behind as she wished with all her might. Unaware of her parents who listened nearby, she spoke clearly and a little too loud.

“Please send me someone to charm whose blood is sweet and warm.”

A distant noise echoed in her ears and she stopped mid-twirl to sniff the air. Quickly, she walked toward the sugary scent that teased her sharp teeth, until she noticed a man in a silvery mask.

Majique asked, “Are you lost?”

The man in the mask looked down with a frown. He held a bag that was brown. “Where are your parents, little one?”

She giggled and rocked on her heels, back and forth. “Don’t worry Mister, they’re close.”

He sucked in a mouthful of air. “You must be afraid. Come, take my hand and I will help you to find them.”

Warned by her parents, Majique knew not to go with a stranger. So, she backed away from danger. “I’m not afraid or lost. But there is something I would like to do. May I bite you?”

“But that would hurt. I think.”

“Uh-uh. Not the way I bite. You won’t feel a thing.”

While he rubbed his cheek, he hid a smile. “Did your parents teach you it isn’t nice to bite?”

“No.” She shook her head then smiled.

“Well, did they teach you any manners at all?”

She spun once and didn’t fall. “They taught me to ask.”

Delighted, he laughed. “How silly of me . . . I did not see.”

Majique knew there was something familiar about the man and how he speaks. She wondered about his smile. No, it wasn’t about his lips or his mouth. She thought about the words he spoke, but shrugged, because his words were well-known. Then, she thought about his laugh. It was a bit of trouble. The masked man’s laugh reminded her of her father.

Happily, she asked, “Daddy?”

He removed the mask. “I wondered how long it would take you to ask.”

“I knew it was you!” She jumped into his arms and gently he squeezed to give a small hug.

“Are you still hungry, my little dove?”

Majique nodded. “Yes, I am. You should know.”

“I will give you a sweet reward, since you followed your nose.” He opened the bag and handed her a cup with a straw. “Here is a blood drink for my special Princess Vampire.”