Cursed Royalty B1: Vampire Snow

Chapter One: Once Upon a Time

There once lived a beautiful little girl. Her hair was as black as coal, her skin as white as snow, and her lips as red as freshly spilled blood. My name, my true name, was Snow Lilly White, but some things change. In this life I am known as Lillian Snow Adrian.

My parents gave me the middle name Snow because they swore I looked just like the girl in the fairy tale. If they only knew the truth of their words.

Although I had a wonderful childhood, my teenage years took a turn for the worst. On my 15th birthday I ended up losing both my parents, and the irony of how they died just sickens me now. My mother decided to make an apple pie. Sadly the apples were from a bad batch and she and my father died of food poisoning. Like I said the irony.

By the time I learned the truth about who I truly was my aunt and uncle and their seven children, God I wish I was joking about that part too, had all moved into my castle. All of which were older than me, and all boys who all had stunted growth issues. My life became just a constant run-in with either serious coincidences or just fate being a smart a*s.

So here I am finally 16 years old living with seven dwarfs, finding out that I am a reincarnated princess who almost suffered the same fate as my parents. At least my previous story had a happy ending. This one though, well, who knows? After all, a curse is called a curse for a reason. Oh yes, I’m sure you were thinking “Hey it can’t be all that bad, you get to live another life.” Yeah, I thought that too when I first woke up with my memories, and then I remembered something else.

The curse part of this whole thing. The witches were very gifted. I’ll say that much nice about them. They all specialized in very specific cruel curses, and mine was among the worst. On my eighteenth birthday I will become a blood drinking immortal being with a sun allergy. Apparently if I go into the sun I will burst into flames.

There goes my playing in the forest with the animal’s moments. So that’s my fate. And even better, if I don’t find my one true love before my 23rd birthday, I will stay that way. I’m sure those witches put other hidden kinks into my curse, but for now those are the only things I know for certain.

So although I am only sixteen I have so much to look forward to. Just so you know, that was sarcasm. Well I guess I’ll do what I always do, look at the bright side and whistle while I work….