Aidan
The chamber where the ceremony is to be held is a cathedral of darkness. The walls are adorned with tapestries depicting the battles and triumphs of Vampire kind, their crimson hues stark against the black fabric. The altar is a simple yet elegant structure of polished onyx, unblemished by time.
The room is packed with guests, family and high-ranking Vampires alike. Some are looking at me, others are chatting and laughing.
Me?
I’m standing on the stage, all done up with flowers and flowing material because I wanted it to look special for Esme. I can’t stop fidgeting with my tie of this stuffy black suit. I brush my hands down my long black jacket and ruffled sleeves. Talk about a clichéd Vampire! But this is who I am. I am the Vampire King, and I usually dress like a gothic Vamp
