Poisoned Cupcakes And Imaginary Friends

What time was it?

Was it already night?

Or was it just dark in her room?

Esmeray's mind was a fuzzy mess. She blinked rapidly to get rid of her blurred gaze. It felt like she was dying, everything in her body hurt especially her hands. And on top of that, she had the weirdest freakish dream.

Esmeray dreamed of the Vampire King. Him in her domain, tending to her wounds, proposing to her, crying for her.

What a crazy dream it was. . . How long was she going to pain for a meanie like him? Esmeray groaned. Even if she had left the bastard's Kingdom, the recollections of the time they had spent together won't leave her alone.

"Fuck!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

When she turned around with a moan which almost made her sound like a dying whale Esmeray gasped, trying to rise above the tide of churning emotions in her head.

The King of Vampires in all his royal glory was sitting on a wooden chair beside her worn-out bed, looking spooked by her sudden outburst.

Her heart stu