The Vampire Prince's Beloved

Awakening

"My prince!" Mac called, as he came into the office through the door.

"I have told you several times not to call me that title in the public or at the office," Frednard reminded him. He was reading a piece of paper while Mac came in and he didn't take his eyes off the paper as he spoke.

"I'm sorry, boss. It was a slip of the tongue."

"Caution your tongue, please. We can't have these mortals know that we exist," Frednard said in a tone that sounded more like a warning than a piece of advice.

He lifted his eyes off the official document before him and looked up at Mac. He was seated in a big office chair with wheels and his elbows rested on the table in front of him. He was hitting the ballpen in his right hand gently and repeatedly on the table.

"What was it that you wanted to tell me that you couldn't send it through Kate, my secretary?" he asked Mac in a very bored tone. He had been signing documents since he came back from a meeting with the Minister of Technology and Digital Economy that morning.

"It is Angela, boss," Mac started. "The doctor called to let us know that she just woke from the coma."

"Okay, that's nice. Bring her home when she is discharged by the doctor," Frednard said and continued with his paperwork still looking as bored as he was before the information.

"Okay, boss," Mac said and turned to leave.

"Mac," Frednard called.

"Yes, boss?" Mac answered, turning his countenance back to his boss.

"I hope nobody was allowed to see her without my permission?"

"Not at all, boss. The only people who were allowed were her nuclear family members – which you permitted to be with her."

"Are they still there?"

"Yes, the men I mounted to guard the ward room confirmed that."

Frednard rubbed the left part of his jaw gently and raised his eyes to the ceiling to think for a few seconds.

"Let's go," he finally said and stood up from his chair. He placed the pen in the chest pocket of his white suit jacket.

"Where are we going, boss?" Mac asked as he followed Frednard out of the office door.

"To the hospital."

* * *

"Excuse me, please. I said I want to speak with my husband!" Lily's voice rose in frustration.

"My daughter, you are not married yet. You have no husband," said, one woman whom the teenage boy had gone to call immediately after Lily woke up from the coma. Her face was filled with confusion and anxiety, the same was also on the teenager's face.

"Who is your daughter, ma'am?!" Lily asked, looking at the two individuals like they were beside themselves. "I have told you three times now that I am not your daughter! My parents were both dead about five years ago in an auto crash. Please, just get me, my husband. His name is Dan. Or if Ella is around, call her for me, please! I beg you," She had gotten sick of the woman calling her "my daughter" and was also frustrated with explaining to those two who seemed like they had their mind programmed to not understand what she was saying.

Tears began to flow down the woman's eyes. She said in a bitter voice, "I caused this for you. I'm sorry Angela."

"Who the fuc – " Lily paused and took a deep raged breath. "Gosh! This is a total waste of time," she said to herself. "Madam, I have tolerated you enough. Please –"

"Angela, so you don't know mum again? Don't you remember us again?! Me, Drey your brother and mum!" the teenage boy, who had been standing beside his mum, finally voiced out. The tone of his voice was protestant. He couldn't bear to hear what she was saying any longer.

Lily paused and eyed the six-foot teenage boy from the crown of his head down to the soles of his feet. From her calculations, he was about sixteen years old, though he was about six feet in height. He had a black face cap on his head covering most of his short light brown hair. A light blue round-neck T-shirt hung on his body covered with a light brown long-sleeved jacket. His blue jean trousers were ripped or probably 'crazy' at both knees and his feet were covered in an old brown pair of boots.

She moved her eyes to the woman and sized her up too. She was about five feet eight and probably in her mid-forties. Her light brown hair, just like her son's, was short. She had a long gown on and a flat-heel cover shoe. Everything she had on her body looked like she had them for years because they were all old.

Lily scoffed a little and eyed them briefly once again. Were these the ones trying to insinuate that she was part of their family? Only Lily's lipstick cost more than what they were putting on. Even the gatekeeper in her house was more properly dressed than the two of them put together.

As poor as they looked, they had the effrontery to walk into her ward and start claiming to be related to her by blood. Did they know who they were talking to? Who even let these beggars in? Anyway, she had bigger issues at hand than their senseless family talk. She needed to meet her real family to know what happened after the execution and how she survived it, so she needed their help . . . for now.

"Please, I beg you," Lily said, clamping her palms together, ignoring the catheter and ECG electrodes attached to the back of her palm. "Help me get my husband, Dan or my best friend, Ella. I don't have time for all these pranks. I need to speak with them now. I would have gone myself but I feel a bit weak and I don't know where my phone is" Lily said, trying to hide her disgust and frustration from displaying on her face.

Drey stood with his mouth open while his mother, Roseline, kept sobbing softly. He looked like he couldn't believe what he was hearing Lily say.

"What –"

The door opened and a middle-aged man in wearing a white coat. He had a stethoscope dangling around his neck. He was the doctor and he came with a nurse holding a tray of medications.

A gasp of relief escaped Lily's lips immediately after she saw the doctor walk in. Finally! A reasonable person whom she could relate to.

"Thank God the doctor is here!" Lily proclaimed. A little smile formed on her lips. "Doctor, please –"

"Doctor! My sister doesn't recognise us!" Drey interrupted Lily by complaining bitterly to the doctor in a worrisome tone.

"Don't worry about that. It is not strange. It could be because of the hit she got on her head during the accident but that's why we are here to help," the doctor assured Drey.

The little smile on Lily's face vanished to a frown by the time the doctor finished talking to Drey and turned to talk to her. Before he could say anything, she went straight to the point. There was no use wasting time before they connived to call her crazy.

"Doctor, please where is my husband, Mr Dan Slater? Please, could you get him for me? I need him here but if you see Ella around, you could inform her that I'm awake and need to see her, urgently," Lily stated.

The doctor looked at the woman and her son with an inquiring look about Lily's request.

"That is the problem, doctor!" the teenage boy was unhesitating to speak. "This is what she has been saying since, doctor. Talking about some strange husband and denying us."

Lily felt like squeezing the teenage boy into a paper and dumping him in the waste bin. She felt the boy was annoyingly forward.

"Is she married?" the doctor asked.

"No!" the woman and the boy echoed, with the teenage boy's voice being the loudest.

"She doesn't have any other family apart from us," Roseline, the boy's mother, explained to the doctor while drying her eyes with the back of her palm.

"Doctor! What is going on here?!" Lily spat angrily. They were making her seem out of her mind to the doctor and she would not take it. "What are these knuckleheads feeding you with?!"

Roseline looked hurt by her words but Lily didn't give a damn.

"It is okay, Angela," the doctor said to Lily.

Lily felt her head emit electrical sparks immediately The doctor called her the name those two had been calling her.

"I'm not Angela, Doctor! I am Lily!" Lily boomed sharply. She was beginning to feel restless and the ECG reading was beginning to rise in the meter. Lily felt like exploding. Everyone was driving her insane!

"Okay! You are not Angela," the doctor said immediately. "You need to calm down now. Nobody will call you Angela again," he said, trying to calm her down. "So what do we call you?"

Frustrated to the bone, Lily wanted to just scream her name until she had burst their eardrums but decided against it. What use would it be anyway? It would probably get her admitted to psychiatry. She needed a more authentic way of telling her name without them thinking she had gone nuts.

She noticed the ECG interpretation yard card hung on the frame of the hospital bed she was lying on. Bingo! That was it! "Please, what name is written there?" she asked, pointing at the yard card.

"The ECG yardcard?" the doctor asked as the nurse brought it to him.

"Yes, the ECG yard card. Please, let me see it," Lily replied, stretching forth her hand to receive the card.

She was handed to the ECG interpretation yardcard and the name that was filled in was to her greatest surprise.

"Angela Morgan," Lily read it out of the card. She couldn't believe what she had just read. She looked up quickly at the doctor and pointed out, "There is a mix-up somewhere. This isn't my name –"

"Calm down, I believe you. That is not your name. We would change it. You need to rest," the doctor said, signalling to the nurse to prepare an injection that would put Lily to sleep. His eyes kept going to the ECG as he spoke.

"My name is –" Lily was about to call her name before she recalled something that made her calm herself and rethink.

She remembered that she was a condemned criminal all over the U.K., especially in the city of Birmingham where she lived. She wasn't supposed to be lying in a private hospital bed. She was supposed to be dead. If she was in a hospital registered under a strange name, then it meant that her husband had succeeded in getting her out probably to another city and changed her name to keep her hidden while she recovered. What a fool she had been to not have figured it out since!

"I'm sorry," Lily said in a calm relaxed tone. She forced a smile as she said, "I'm an Angela Morgan."

The doctor signalled to the nurse to hold on with the administration of the injection that was to put her to sleep.

"It seems your memories are returning," the doctor gave his observation.

"Yes, they are," Lily agreed without hesitation. "I am Angela Morgan. I'm sorry for acting up at first. I didn't remember."

"Do you remember us?" Roseline asked anxiously and with a lot of hope in her eyes.

"Yes! Why not! You are my mum and he is my kid brother errgh . . ."

"Drey!" Drey helped out enthusiastically. His face was already lit up with a smile.

"Yes, Drey!" Lily said, pretending to recall his name.

Roseline rushed to the bed and squeezed Lily in a hug. Lily felt disgusted but acted like she was happy to not blow the cover her husband, Dan and Ella, her best friend had worked very hard and tirelessly to do.

"It is okay, mum," Drey said releasing Lily from Roseline's embrace. "Don't stress her. The doctor said she needs rest."

Lily nodded in agreement. Feeling relieved that she was free from the hug.

"Em, Doctor, please what city are we in?" Lily asked.

"London," a tall young man with a well-built body structure, said as he walked into the room.

His voice was deep but yet as cool as the evening wind. His ice-blue eyes were confident, his nose was pointed and his perfectly shaped lips were shiny pink. His chiselled jawline was evident as he spoke. A few strands of his neatly combed dark brown hair that was combed to the back, and strayed to his face. He looked like a god who visited Earth in a white suit and decided to visit her ward. Lily couldn't help but admire his poise and body carriage.

To his right hand was a huge middle-aged man with a huge thick beard all over his chin and mouth. It was almost difficult for one to see his lips. He was in a black round-neck top that hugged his huge body and a pair of black jeans. Two other men wearing black suits and dark shades also entered with the man into the room.

Everything about the ward changed at the tall young man's arrival. Lily could tell from the strong scent of the perfume oozing out of the young man – who seemed like their boss – that he was wealthy. She knew expensive perfumes when she perceived one because she was a perfume freak. His shoes were hand-stitched and were Italian. That sealed up the sum!

Roseline and Drey coiled to a corner of the room immediately after the man entered. Lily almost forgot they were still there.

"We are in London," the tall man with the deep voice, repeated as he took steps towards the doctor. His eyes accessed the room. "Aren't we?"

"Yes, Mr Frednard. We are in London," the doctor said. "I was just carrying out some assessments before you came."

Lily felt a feeling of refreshment by the presence of this "Mr Frednard". She was relieved that she had finally met someone of her social class. A broad smile broke out on her lips as she greeted confidently, "Good day, Mr Frednard."

All eyes drifted to her immediately the words left her mouth. The shock on their faces looked almost like it was engraved.

"What did you just say?" the gentleman asked in a spiteful tone