The Curse

Year—1096, Day—106 It was known that this night is going to end up with murders, blood and dead bodies. The ball was full of people who were well-dressed with masked-faces. We were serving champange to the guests but ready for any sudden move. The prince, nor Ella were here and I was terribly worried that she would do something stupid and totally ridiculous. The party was going well, definitely like Henry wanted it to be, but there was no choice except ruining it. My heart beating rate kept on rising but I was tryinv to calm myself down—exhaling and inhaling slowly while I was serving the champagne to a bunch of people who were completely anonymous to me as there face details were hidden behind their different masks. Samantha came from behind and told me that everything is going to go as it has been planned for it to be for my baby’s sake and for the crown to be Henry’s, but I wasn’t that tranquil at all. My fingers were trembling, my hair was rising and my still wasn’t born baby kept on giving slight movements as responses to my undefined feelings—scared or sorry for the people whom I am going to hurt and break their hearts, but I kept on telling myself that they shall understand; I’ve been forced to do so to save the life of my baby, who hadn’t seen the light of the day nor the darkness of the night,yet. Ella was still absent from the party so I had to make sure that everything was all right so I headed towards the kitchen to look out for her. She was in there with Jonthan, alone, as expected. The third member was me hearing their conversation: “I love you, Jonthan, and I want you to know that I shall protect you from any harm.” Tears were trapped inside her sky-blue eyes which was directing its sight towards the floor. Jonthan placed his hands on her face, and started swaying his thumb over her lower lip. “Why are you talking like this, my Ella, what is wrong?” Her tears flowed down her red cheeks one after the other. He took her between his arms and started comforting her. The question that kept on ringing inside my head was—Does she know about the plane? “Ella, you are starting to make me feel worried. What is wrong?” she rose, met his eyes—that was in a complete inquisitiveness—and said in a whisper that she shall see him again and that she sees him as the perfect king ever. I went leaving the couple I am soon going to put down to save Henry and my baby. King Lawrence and Queen Mary were already at the party sitting side to side on their thrown waiting for their crown prince to arrive. The ball was jam-packed with high class people eating, dancing and enjoying themselves. The chandlier was shiny and bright, hanging from the globe like roof, which has no unlit candle. The noise in the ball was unbearable; I was irritated by everything around and nearby me in the ball—the laughter of the guests, the whispers of the servants, the cracking of the champagne galsses, the high tone of the music. All this noise came into my ears breaking my eardrum into pieaces that couldn’t be riveted together no more, till a sharp silence have been brought to the ball after a woman’s scream who plunged on the floor drowning in her reddish blood. All women, me included, started screaming with no intend to stop this piercing sound. The night has been ruined but it wasn’t me who have completed the mission. People started dashing  everywhere with no specific destination, it turned out to be a complete chaos and misery.Jacob appeared in a rush hunger. Coming beside every guest who was present and bite the neck, till the victim fall with a complete pale skin. He was—drinking blood!! He made no control of himself, appearing that he won’t give a halt except if he slaughtered all who was contemporaneous. My mind wasn’t working probably, giving messages like ‘error occurred’ . I needed some explanation for what was happening in here. I looked over my shoulder to spot Ella with Samantha who was left unconscious over both her hands giving no response. Ella shouts trying to tell me something but the screams and the noise didn’t allow me the chance of hearing her. Waiting— it was silence, finally. Jacob was standing in the middle of approximately 150,000 dead bodies whom he drank their blood, and at one edge of the ball there was Ella screaming at Aunt Samantha who was lying in a complete catalepsy. Nobody survived the day but me, Ella, Henry and my little babay (William).