I am right here...

It was the time for her to feed...  She had spent days in the darkness, refusing to go outside; reminiscing over what she knew was doomed to happen; yet that was beyond her expectations... The news got to her while she was preparing to feed on a fresh pray. She thought she would know what would come out of all this stress, of all this retained tension... But "A call for war?" she didn't expect that. Suddenly a silent gasp in the corner brings her back to reality, she had forgotten about her pray, he was there fearful, yet his eyes reflected hunger and lust.  "Poor creature" she thought to herself he doesn't know what agony awaits him, he doesn't realize that one small drop of her poison would blind him and make of him her slave forever; he hasn't figured out that she will not give him anything he had expected, and that the only relief she could spare for him is a silent quick death. a second later, she had finished, leaving him to his death on the cold floor. With a last glance at him, she turns her back and leaves.   "My Queen, HE has declared war...what can we do?" asks one of her counselors. "We will defend ourselves..." she answers with an absent mind. she has never feared anything before, now she knew why; and although her fears were not justified, she had a strange feeling, fearing for her loved ones was not a weakness, it would give her the strength to fight everything else.   "We will defend ourselves. She repeats; we will only fight when attacked, everyone tell your people I will not tolerate any disobedience. Now go prepare your fighters and take the small ones away ... as far away as it is possible..." The counselors went out in a hurry, some looking quiet, and others screaming their refusal to what is happening. She stood on her balcony, lost; the newly reddish colors of her sunset were a sign that only HE can send. She could hear every whisper, every hesitation, and every vibration. Pictures of blood and death, screams for mercy... it was all in her head and before her eyes, yet she will not surrender; She will not look back. News of the first attacks came in the next morning... "HE was leading his own troops, they said, unstoppable and determined to win this war no matter what." Days passed, months too, all she was capable of doing is sitting in her darkest room, looking into the void. She had become the shadow of what once she was, pale, faded and consumed creature. With every drop of blood spilled she was getting weaker and HE was growing stronger. She needed to take things into hands, and fight; because for her people she was the only savior, their leader, their Queen.   Here she is walking through her people, she seems like floating above ground, and with every step she leaves behind her a trail of frost and dewdrops, she looked impressive with her with creamy skin and her blonde beautiful hair, crashing fire underneath the sun.   Walking through the crowd, she was overwhelmed by the amount of feelings she could pick up; fear, agony, relief; too much blood was spilled, it was time she faced the enemy of her people.  She goes, with a serene smile upon her lips, she doesn't want to show what troubles her mind.   She gets out of the gates and disappears in a reddish mist. On top of a hill she stands feeling his predator eyes in her back, she scans the surrounding space with her brown yellowish eyes, nothing, it must be her imagination playing tricks on her, she says to herself. yet two dark eyes were burning her down to the soul, and there at the back of her neck she could feel a strange cold breeze, she tries to turn, but she suddenly loses all her powers... "I am right here... where you miss me the most." she hears him whisper in her ear.  "I hope you guys like my story, new episodes will happen as soon as i can write them, don't be too harsh and please be nice. i am waiting for your comments. thank you in advance."