The Self-Proclaimed Queen

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Chapter 15

Challan and I were on our way, racing to the best of our abilities through the woods. He looked so handsome and I tried my best not to look at him for too long or I might end up hitting a tree or some poor animal who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

‘You excited for this?’ I hear him shout.

‘Very. How about you?’ I say it in the sarcastic tone.


We ran for what I might assume good full two hours. When we finally made our way to the church we were presented by a dark cloud swirling around it. It started to become very windy and it seems like the storm is coming.

‘Are you sure you want us to enter the church alone?’

‘You don’t think that it’s safe for us?’

‘I don’t know, maybe we should wait until the knights arrive.’

‘They can’t help us much. We need to do this on our own Challan.’

‘Alright, after you, my lady.’ He smiles and I fall in love all over again with him.

As we enter the church, it seems awfully quiet. In the distance, I can see Jack kneeling down in front of a giant cross.

‘JACK!’ I yell, but instead of turning around to face us he just slowly gets up from the floor and goes down the stairs, into a small entering between the two long poles.

‘He’s headed for the catacombs.’ I tell myself.

‘We need to follow him, c’mon!’ Challan grabs me by my hand and into the catacombs we go.

Tunnel after tunnel, we’ve turned sides so many times that I have no idea how to get back anymore. This whole place looks like a maze. Everywhere we turn it looks the same like we passed that part of a tunnel before.

‘Do you know where to go?’ I ask Challan, cautiously, almost inaudible. I don’t really expect an answer from him. Mostly because I know that it will be a negative one.

‘No clue.’ He looks at me and smiles.

‘Wonderful.’ I reply hastily but in an instant, in the corner of my eyes, I can see a shadow well familiar to me pass abruptly. It’s jack.

‘There he is. Quick! Follow me!’ Challan grabs my hand and we run, again. It’s weird, it brings me flashbacks to the time when I was running with William through the woods, trying to escape the mainlanders. He seems like a distant memory now but back then he was my world. My everything.

Jack enters a narrow crack in the wall. It almost looks like it isn’t there, if we hadn’t seen him entering it we wouldn’t notice the crack.

‘Do you think it’s a good idea to follow him, Challan?’


‘He obviously knows where he’s going.’

‘You think that he wants us to follow him?’

‘I’m not sure but I think that he’s doing that on purpose.’

‘Well, we don’t have much of a choice now do we?’

‘I guess not.’

Challan enters first and I follow. It’s an unusually long passage and I cannot wait to get out of it. It feels wrong. I can feel my insights turning. I’m nervous. I’m scared. I don’t want us to be trapped. I can’t handle this feeling. Felling of unknowing. Questioning what is to happen next.

As we exit the narrow passage we are presented with a long and wide hallway. Teal shaded lanterns and dark green bricks with countless of embodied stones with details resembling vine on it. It looks like an underwater castle. My mind cannot comprehend how could something so massive and something so ancient-looking ever exist on the island, on my island, without me knowing.

‘JACK!’ I yell out. Knowing that it won’t work, like before, I try again.

WELCOME ELLA. MY SWEET LITTLE ELLA.’ My mind goes wild. I know that voice. I know who that person is, and it’s definitely not Jack. It could never be him.

I open my eyes. It’s bright. It stings. I can’t remember how I got here but here I am laying in my bed. In the castle. My head is hurting so much I think it’s gonna explode at any given moment. I notice that I’m still in my old clothes. Unsurprisingly, they started to smell. I get up and open my wardrobe. I pick something that I don’t usually wear every day. It’s all about not being trivial and looking plain and boring, I guess. After I had a shower, I go downstairs. Weirdly the hallways look empty. I can’t find anyone. Weird, they must’ve gone outside while I was sleeping. I think to myself.

‘Minerva? Maria? Nick? Anybody?’ I shout out but I hear no response.

I go outside. Admiring the weather. Even though it’s a bit cloudy, a bit of rain never bothered me. I go to the barn.

‘There she is! Hey, Violet, how are you?’ I pet the horse I bought only a few days ago. Hopefully, she won’t bother anyone. I hear footsteps. I turn around and I see Minerva looking at me like she saw a devil. ‘Hey Minerva, you alight?’

‘How come… you mustn’t… where were you all this time?’ I look at her weirdly. What does she mean by saying where I was all this time? What time? How long was I away? Where did I go, exactly?

‘Are you alright? You seem a bit pale.’

‘Ha-ha, very funny. I’m a vampire, haven’t you forgotten that already?’

‘I don’t get it? What’s the matter with you? What are you acting so weird all of a sudden?’

‘Haven’t you noticed that the entire castle is empty?’

‘Yes, I have. I don’t know why exactly, though.’

‘Because they are all outside looking for someone.’

‘Really? Who?’

‘You Jack. They are looking for you.’

I can’t. I won’t. I mustn’t. But I need to. I have to. Someone I haven’t seen for such a long time, it’s here right in front of my eyes. Someone I anticipated to see for so long. He’s here. Right here. Right now.


‘What does he mean did you miss him? Who is that, Ella?’


‘Challan, he’s the one responsible for me looking and being who I am.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean, he’s the one who turned me into a vampire.’

‘Who’s is that?’ Challan looks at him more vigorously than before.



AT YOUR SERVICE, YOUR MAJESTY.’ He bows down and smiles, reminding me of a devil. Maybe he is one after all.

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