Capítulo 11: Her Past

11. Her Past

Lara was an only child. Her mother died giving birth to her, and her father raised her alone ever since.

When she was young, she never understood people. She grew up secluded from the human world since her father was the current vampire king.

Coming from a long line of pureblood vampires, Lara was the first half breed ever born into the royal family. The vampire society looked down on her for her heritage. Her mother was a mere human, powerless and weak. They thought so little of humans. Whether they live or die, vampires do not care for their lives.

The vampire race has an immense amount of pride in them. And it makes them think they are superior and more civilized than the other races, especially to their mortal enemies- the werewolves. They think of them as savage beasts, who ruled themselves by brute force and their bloodlines impure since they consort with humans.

That is why when Lara was born, the whole vampire race thought of her existence as a disgrace. Especially to the proud reputation of their kind. But her father, Sebastien Dragomir, didn't listen to his subjects' advice to forsake his daughter and give her to her mother's relatives. He knew no one is more capable of raising her than him. He declared he will not choose a queen, and he raised Lara inside the dreary walls of the palace all on his own.

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Lara's mind was dark, without a speck of light or luminance to make sense of her surroundings. In the middle of the dark void, there was a girl in a white dress, hugging her knees. Her long, dark brown hair covering her face, reaching the floor like a waterfall.

Lara stood in front of that girl as she looked around.

"Where am I...?"

Hearing Lara's voice, the little girl looked up, revealing her blood-red eyes underneath her long hair.

Seeing the blood-red eyes gleaming dangerously in the darkness, Lara gasped and unconsciously stepped back.

"W-who are you?"

The girl didn't reply. She tilted her head, studying Lara's face.

"I asked you who are you?" Lara asked again, and the girl reached her toes on the floor standing up.

"You don't know me?" The girl asked, her voice so ominous that Lara swallowed hard. Her senses screaming, danger.

"Would I ask you if I knew?" Lara replied.

"Hmm, It makes sense." The girl droned and chuckled, "However, it saddens me. After 15 years, we finally meet. 15 years... That's a very long time."

"... Wha-"

"Oh c'mon, you really don't know who I am?"

"What are you talking about? Who are you, really?"

The girl snickered. Combing her fingers through her hair to reveal her face.

Lara gasped. "Oh, my god."

The girl smirked. "Shocked?"

"Why do you-"

"I look exactly like you, I know."

Lara couldn't believe her eyes. "H-How is this even possible..."

The girl lowered her hair, covering her face again. "Oh, the answer is simple, really..." the girl smiled. "We're the same. You and me. So, it's natural we look the same."

"You're lying. Who are you really, tell me!"

The girl chuckled. She walked around Lara, dragging her hair on the floor, which moved like a slithering snake, making Lara feel the chills.

"I already told you. We, are the same. We're only different in some... things but you can't ignore the truth by denying I don't exist."

"... What-"

"...am I talking about?" The girl humourlessly laughed. "Seriously, Lara? You're being redundant."

"I-"

"Do you have a specific question to ask me instead of saying repeatedly what I'm talking about? Because you know deep inside your head, what I'm talking about."

"I don't-"

"Wow, now you're stuttering." The girl threw her hands in the air. Disappointed. "Great. I know you've always been the timid one between us; the adorable one; the lovable one." That girl said bitterly, "Father really thinks highly of you, you know." She tipped Lara's chin so that Lara could see the disgusted look marring her face. "Compared to me, I know he treats you better. Even when the two of us are his daughters, he always picks his favourites." The girl sighed and waved her hand back and forth. "Oh well, can't blame daddy dear that I inherited the dark side of his genes. You wouldn't be able to handle it on your own, anyway." She chuckled evilly before facing Lara again, a knowing smirk on her lips. "If you were me, you would've been crazy by now."

The girl moved away, not giving Lara the chance to speak back.

"Anyway, seems like you've found us our mate."

"O-Our mate?" That totally got Lara's attention. "What mate?"

"Our mate. The one person on earth chosen by the moon goddess for the two of us."

Confused, Lara blinked. "But... I thought the moon goddess only-"

"... grants werewolves that blessing? Hm, that's true. Only werewolves have it but you can say we're a special case."

"What-" Lara does not know what that meant. But there is something else that she's curious about. And that is the identity of their so-called mate.

"Who is he?"

"Who?"

"Our mate."

The girl grinned. "Oh, I can't tell you that."

Lara frowned.

"Why?"

"Coz I'm punishing you, duh." The girl said, "It's fun seeing you suffer, really. It's entertaining to watch. Also, you'll meet him eventually, so chill. Give me the benefit of the doubt and let yourself suffer for a bit, okay? Cool?"

Lara opened her mouth, but nothing came out of it. Only silence.

She's mute, her mind blank. She honestly doesn't know what to say to this person. Seriously, the girl is crazy! First, they don't know each other but she treats her like they've known each other for years! Also, what is she talking about?

"I have to admit, I enjoy seeing him being possessive with the two of us..." the girl said with a faraway look on her face.

"What?"

The girl chuckled.

A blinding light suddenly enveloped Lara' body, and when she woke up, she's already sitting on a long couch. Her chest heaving up and down from the dream she just had.

"Hey..." Stefani sat beside Lara, rubbing her back. "You okay?"

Lara swallowed, her throat dry like the dessert.

She's parched. She wanted to drink something. Anything.

"Do you want a glass of water?"

"Y-Yes, thank you." her voice came out as a rasp, but Stefani understood her and brought her a glass of water from a dispenser nearby.

After drinking the water, Lara gave the glass back to Stefani, and she put it on the center table and went back into rubbing Lara's back to make her feel better.

"How are you feeling?"

Lara swallowed before answering. "I-I'm good. What happened?" She asked. "Last thing I remember I was..." Memories of what happened in the elevator suddenly flooded her mind.