Rosangela: The Half-Blood Princess

I heard the car door being opened.

“Come on!” Sigmund grabbed my arm and pulled me out of car with him.

A cold blast of wind swept through me as soon as we were outside, telling me that it was night time.

“Walk!” he yanked me forward.

However, I dug my heels on the ground, refusing to obey him.

“Don’t start it again, Princess! Do you want to play it easy way or hard way?” Sigmund said impatiently.

Shaking my head, I tried to scream into the gag, “No!”

“You asked for it.” Sigmund suddenly scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder.

As he started walking, I thrashed my legs about, kicking him on the thighs and shins. But it seemed to not bother him at all.

After carrying me for a few minutes, lastly he put me down on my feet.

“Maiestate, ți-am adus-o pe nepoata ta acasă,” Sigmund spoke with a language I didn’t understand.

“Why did you have to restrain her like that?” someone asked. From his deep voice I could tell that it was a male.

“Îmi pare rău maiestatea, but she’s a feisty one. She kept trying to run away and cause us a lot of trouble,” Sigmund started blabbering.

Whoever was talking with Sigmund suddenly laughed. “Aceasta este nepoata mea!” He also said in foreign language.

“Mhhhhmmhmh!” I screamed through the gag.

“You can let her go now, Sigmund,” he ordered.

“Are you sure, maiestatea? I mean, what if she tries to escape again?” Sigmund asked hesitantly.

“Don’t worry, Sigmund! She has nowhere to run here,” the man reassured him.

Sigmund finally removed my blindfold. It took several seconds for my eyes to adjust to the bright room. My eyes darted around the room we were in. It looked like a magnificent throne room that I had ever seen on movies. A grand chandelier was hanging in the middle of the room. A luxurious throne was set a few meters in front of me.

Sitting on the throne was a man in glamorous black robe. A crown was adorned his black hair. He seemed to be in his early forties. He was tall and muscular. His skin was as white as a sheet. I hated to admit it, but I must say that he was quite handsome for a man in his age.

When my brown orbs met his red eyes, he rose to his feet and advanced towards me. I wanted to shrink away from him, but Sigmund held me in place. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him drawing a pocket knife, and he used it to cut the rope tied around my wrists loose.

Once my hands were free, I quickly pulled the gag out of my mouth.

“Who are you? Where am I? Why did you take me here? What do you want from me?” I blurted out. My voice was rough as I had not spoken for a long time.

The man stopped walking and stood a few inches from me. “One question at a time, Dear,” he said sternly.

“Who are you?” I repeated.

“My name is King Bellamy,” he answered.

King? So he was the king they were talking about? Since my kidnappers were vampires, it meant the man standing before me was the king of vampires.

“Where am I?” I asked again, my voice a bit shaking.

“You’re in my kingdom now. It’s called Clanbella kingdom,” he explained.

“I never heard of it,” I commented truthfully.

“That’s because only special people know this place,” he said.

“Special people like vampires?” I thought.

“Why did you take me here?” I inquired.

“I brought you here because I want to invite you to be a guest in my kingdom,” he replied.

“Invite me? How ironic it is! You didn’t invite me but you kidnapped me. I was forced to come here. I don’t even want to be here only for a minute,” I retorted.

All of a sudden, Sigmund twisted my arm. “Do not speak that way to the king! Do you hear me?”

“Ouch let go! You’re hurting me,” I whimpered.

“That’s okay, Sigmund,” King Bellamy said calmly, “I like the way she speaks to me. Remind me of her mother.”

“You know Rosetta?” I asked in surprise.

The vampire king frowned. “Rosetta?”

I nodded. “Yes, my adopted mother.”

“No I don’t know her,” he responded.

“But you just said that I reminded you to my mother, right? So which mother do you mean?”

“You’re right. I told you that you reminded me of your mother. But I didn’t mean the woman who adopted you, but the woman who gave birth to you,” he clarified.

I was startled by his words. “So you know my biological mother?”

His lips curved into a smirk. “Of course.”

“How could you know her?” I asked curiously.

“I knew her well since she was my daughter,” the king replied.

My eyes widened in surprise. “If my mother is your daughter, so you-”

“Yes,” he interrupted, “technically, I’m your grandfather.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “No, it can’t be! I don’t have a grandfather. I don’t even have family.”

“Yes, you do have family and I am your grandfather,” he said.

“You’re lying!” I yelled at him. “If you’re really my grandfather, why did you have to kidnap me? Why didn’t you meet me and ask me properly to come with you?”

“That’s because of what I am. You have learnt that I am not a human, right?” said King Bellamy.

I nodded. “Yes, I know you’re a vampire.”

He continued, “You’re right, I am a vampire. As the king of all vampires, I have to keep the vampire world hidden from human. Therefore, I have no choice left but to take you to my world secretly.”

“You’re lying again! Even if you came to my home, I believe no one would notice that you’re a vampire. I know you deliberately kidnap me for another reason. The evil one I guess. Tell me. What do you want from me?” I demanded.

“You have to believe me that I don’t have other intentions of bringing you here. I just want to spend some time with my granddaughter. I am never going to hurt you, Mirabelle,” he tried to convince me.

“Wait! Who is Mirabelle?” I narrowed my eyes confusedly.

“Mirabelle is you.” He pointed his finger to me.

“You’re wrong,” I refuted, “My name is Rosanne. I mean, Rosangela. You see, you don’t even know my name. So I am sure you’ve got the wrong girl. That’s why you have to send me home right now, okay?”

He sighed. “Rosangela is the name given by the owner of the orphanage where you were brought up. But your real name is Mirabelle. It’s the name that I gave to you when you’re born. So I didn’t catch the wrong girl. Do you understand?”

“No, I don’t get it,” I yelled, “If you’re really a vampire, so how could you have a human granddaughter like me? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Who says you’re a human?” The king grinned.

“You mean I am a vampire too?” I laughed. “You must be kidding me. If I am really a vampire, why have I never realized it? I don’t get burnt in the sun nor have thirst for blood. In fact, I think blood is disgusting. I don’t even want to see, touch, moreover, drink it. No way. So it explains that I am not a vampire; I am absolutely a human beings.”

“You’re indeed a human, but you’re also a vampire,” the king said.

“What do you mean?” I asked confusedly.

“Your father is a human, but your mother, my daughter, is a vampire. So technically, you’re half-human and half vampire,” he answered.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I said, “No, that’s impossible. I don’t believe you.”

“You want a proof? Okay then I’ll show you the proof. Follow me!” He reached out his hand to me.

Hesitantly, I took his hand. And he led me out of the throne room towards another room.

Author’s Note:

Here is the translation of the conversation between Sigmund and King Bellamy above:

¤ Maiestate, ți-am adus-o pe nepoata ta acasă = You’re majesty, I have brought your granddaughter home

¤ Îmi pare rău maiestatea = I’m sorry your majesty

¤ Aceasta este nepoata mea! = That’s my granddaughter!

Well, since I don’t speak Romanian, I translated it using Google Translate. Please forgive me if I made a mistake. And I would be very grateful if you wanted to help correct it.