Under the Moonlight

......................................................PROLOGUE............................................................ Lilith struggled to stand in a room filled with fragrant candles while combing her hair into the backs of her ears. She instantly believed she was still under anesthesia, that she was seeing things, and that she was hallucinating. She smells the familiar rose aroma from the perfumed candle she despised as she examines the pillars. Lilith said, "Of all the perfumed candles, why does it have to be roses?" as she walked carefully into the mirror beside the bed. Lilith freezes very still in front of the mirror, so taken aback by what she sees that she anxiously pinches her cheeks and slaps herself, convinced that she is dreaming. She was dressed in a white evening laced gown and had long and wavy platinum blonde hair with emerald green eyes, a strange and almost goddess-like beauty looking back at her in the mirror. "I must be dead since I'm seeing angels now," Lilith anxiously stated as she stepped back from the mirror. She turned to face the large entrance in the room as a door slowly opened——- A lady in a black and white maid outfit approached with a lamp... LILITH'S POINT OF VIEW..... The light from the maid's lamp caught in her face as she entered the quarters, startling her and leaving her pallid as if she had seen a ghost. She threw herself on the ground, terrified, and screamed. "A....Aaaaa Ghosttt!!!!!!" the woman shouted The quiet calm of the night was disturbed by the noise..... The guards enter the room cautiously, which causes me to take a step back. What the hell is going on, and what exactly is this scenario? As I cautiously took up a wine glass and slammed it over the dresser, pointing the jagged shattered glass towards the swarm of armed guards. "Who are you, and what am I doing here?" I screamed, my hands spilling blood into the floor as a result of the action I'd taken earlier. I can hear their murmuring, which makes me overthink things even more. I was taken aback by their sudden appearance, but I should've loosened my guard. I asked them with a bloodied palm holding a shattered haft piece of glass. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?" I said again... There was no answer till an elderly gentleman entered the quarter; he is a tall man with black hair and flaming red eyes as he looked at me. My body flinches as his eyes contact mine as if it's not me who's afraid, but the body itself. I took a step back since I no longer had control over my body; I was puzzled as the man stared at me; I felt like I was being devoured by a predator. All of my emotions were engulfed by a familiar sensation of terror. I was in the hospital for my planned brain tumor surgery the last time I recall. My life was already unpleasant, but now it's even worse. I've always been a good girl, but my parents abused me, so when I was 18, I ran away from home and focused solely on my academics to get a better career. My dreams were crushed after all of that agony when I learned that I had a brain tumor. "So you're still alive, can't be murdered easy, huh?" the guy asks, his eyes burning with horror. I was terrified as soon as he said just a few things that caused me to tear up a little and drop the glass I was holding. The maid who had yelled before ran over to me and hurriedly checked on me and press down the towel to stop the bleeding in my hands; I could feel her hands trembling and her eyes were so agitated that she was about to cry. "You may now take care of Maeve, and make sure that no stories go out outside the count's mansion, or else you're all dead," he remarked coldly to the throng, frightening them, as he slowly walked out the door, followed by the most of the audience except the maid. The maid was cleaning up my wound, so the room was silent once again. I started asking the woman in the maid uniform questions to break the stillness and enlighten me a little bit. "Who are you and what is this place?" I inquire, to which she responds with surprise... "What are you talking about, Miss Maeve?" the woman asks, her voice shaking. I was concerned with my thoughts at the moment, and it took me a while to ask again. "Maeve? You must be wrong, my name isn't Maeve, it's Lilith," I say hesitantly. She sobbed when she looked me in the eyes. She gave me a hard embrace and whispered, "My dear miss, this must've been the cause of the accident, I should've been on vacation, I must've been protected by you," she sobbed. This makes me even more confused; what the heck is going on with me?