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GABRIELLA'S POV
"Ouch!" my mistress's daughter, Catrina, screams as the family doctor, Nicholas, makes a cut on her wrist. She furiously glares at him whilst the droplets of her precious blood drip into the tiny bottle in his other hand.
Our great kingdom, Everleen, is ruled by three, mighty vampire kings who happens to be brothers. Their mate is expected to have a special blood, the Portion, that is the key to giving the vampire kings unimaginable powers.
Whoever the lucky girl is, she is given the special name, the Vessel, meaning the bearer of the most powerful blood.
They have been searching for her for more years than I have been alive. Each year, all young females of Vampire blood submit samples of their blood to the great palace. So far no one's blood was found to be special by the kings.
It's the beginning of another year and all young females of vampire blood that have reached the age of eighteen are submitting samples of their blood to the big palace in hope of being the special one, the Vessel, and the mate of the Vampire Kings.
"My father will have your stupid head cut off if you let out an extra drop of my precious than is necessary to fill this bottle!" Catrina threatens.
Just like me, Nicholas is a human that lives in service of our Vampire masters. They are the superior race, the ones with most wealth and ageless beauty. Though I have seen several of them act jealous of the beauty of some humans.
"Just a little more dear," Catrina's mother urges her beloved daughter.
Once the tiny bottle is full, she takes the bottle and hands it to me while Nicholas presses a cloth against Catrina's wound to staunch the bleeding.
"Take it to the Kings' service men outside. Hurry your lazy feet before my daughter's sample get's left behind," she orders.
I nod and make my way out with the bottle in hand. But in my haste, I slip on a wet potion of the kitchen floor and fall forward on my belly. Time seems to slow as I watch in horror as the bottle drops from grasp, hits the floor and the lid pops off. The bottle rolls across the floor while Catrina's blood spills out with incredible speed, leaving the tiny bottle totally empty.
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