Sacrificed Myself To The Vampire Prince

Chapter 1: An Unfair Life

Rhea’s pov

“Here is your food for today,” the guard said and threw stale bread on the floor.

These are my people, they are witches just like me.

But they treat me like I am some disease all because of something that isn’t in my power.

Maybe it’s a good thing that my mother is dead because she wouldn’t have been able to bear any of this.

My mother was always a firm believer in people and the world.

Growing up, all I ever heard from them was how great the world can be.

They trusted people easily and because of that they died young and took my younger siblings with them.

I remember how my mother, even though she knew of the darkness that surrounded us, she believed we would overcome it.

And for the longest time, I believed in everything they preached because I believed in them.

You see, from the very beginning witches were seen as the light of the world.

It is believed that witches were brought to this world to bring balance to our world.

To keep supernatural beings like Lycans, werewolves, fairies, and faes in check.

Well, and for some time they did that until they realized it didn’t serve them.

That was when the darkness of magic was revealed to the world.

Witches wanted to control everyone and everything around them but they were overpowered.

In order to win the war that they waged they came up with a plan.

To make themselves into superior beings that are faster and also stronger than werewolves.

And in a matter of a few months, vampires were created and brought to our world.

Well, they regret that decision and have no way to solve it.

They created a problem that they now can’t seem to solve.

And now I am also a problem that they can’t seem to solve as well.

You see, the thing about this world is that it requires a balance to everything.

Where there is an illness, there is always a cure but you just have to look around for it.

And that is how I ended up in this situation.

A few centuries ago, a witch cursed a Vampire Prince and gave him an incurable illness.

As I said, magic is all about balance, and where there is an illness there is a cure.

And I am the cure to that illness, I was born with what people would call a gift but I call it a curse.

I was born with the ability to heal any illness, my blood can heal anything it touches.

You would think that with this ability people would treat me like a queen.

But no, I am treated like a disease because they are aware of the kind of power I have.

They are scared that the Vampire Prince will hunt me down and use me for his own benefit.

That he would use me to heal himself, so they imprisoned me underground.

I probably look like a ghost with how pale my skin is.

They put me in a dungeon that weakens my magic so I have no hope of escaping.

I don’t remember the last time I had a conversation with a human being.

They treat me like I don’t exist or more like a pest.

At first, I used to get hurt by how they treated me but now I don’t care.

I watched as they murdered my entire family right in front of my eyes.

But that isn’t the worst of things, it’s feeling like I am losing my mind in this cold dungeon where time seems to have stood still.

I think my mother would sob now if she got a look at my state.

10 years in such a place could make anyone numb to everything.

I don’t know what joy feels like anymore, there is one emotion I know more than anything and that is anger.

I am so angry that I want to burn this world down to the ground.

Sometimes I hear people above me laughing.

I hear music playing and it pisses me off more than anything.

I am here in the darkness and they are up there, enjoying the light.

Then I realized that it is just how life is, some get to enjoy the light because someone else is absorbing the darkness.

I realize how unfair that is, why can’t life just be fair?

Why do others deserve to be happy while others aren’t?

Who created such a system?

Who created such an unfair world and what was their motive?

I said it myself that magic has a balance but it turns out that life doesn’t have a balance.

Some people suffer until they die and some never experience any suffering.

I looked at the bread, should I eat it?

Honestly, I don’t know what to do anymore.

The food tastes like sand and me being alive is pointless anyway.

I decided then and there that I would rather die than stay here for another day.

There is a reason I am not dead yet, they are saving me up so they could use me in the future.

One thing is certain, whoever the mastermind is then it’s someone really powerful that they can’t anger.

Think about it, the coven leader’s wife died a few months ago.

She was very sick and they had a girl who could cure all illnesses and yet didn’t use me.

I hear a lot, I even know that the last thing they want is for the Vampire Prince to find me.

Honestly, I hope that he finds me as soon as possible.

If he finds me, whatever evil plan they have for me will be put to an end.

The more I think about it, the more I pray and wish that it would happen.

But if there is a god, then I wouldn’t be in this situation.

So I know that my prayers aren’t reaching anyone at all.

And isn’t it funny?

Only have two choices in my life and all of them seem to lead to death.

And it’s a little too much hoping that the Vampire Prince would find me.

I am very well hidden, and it’s not like I can walk out through that door and then stumble upon him. Wouldn’t that be