Her hands trembled along with her whole body. She had just awoken from dying, falling five feet down a tall window on the castle's six floor. She was shaked up about the whole thing. Her throat felt dry and every time she licked her lips, they burned.
She was dead. And was now a immortal. Her head hurt and her skin felt dry as well. She was running away from home, living on the run with her best friend and secret lover. She had to fit in which mean't no fancy clothes.
She wore your typical green dress with brown flats as her hair was put into a bun. She wore a black cloak to hid in the night. She was waiting for her friend, who got hungry on the road and had stop to feed. She asked Grace to join in, but Grace keep resenting even if she knew she needed blood in order to survive.
She sighed and looked back seeing if her friend was there, once she wasn't she turned around again only to see her there. Standing in front of the carriage. Blood on there side of her lip dripping as Grace jolted, her vampire eyes and fangs out, She still hadn't gotten use to the speed. "Bloody H*ll Taylor ?!" Grace told her. Taylor chuckled.
Taylor Danielle Salvatore was her best friend along with princes of the kingdom they used to live in. They knew each other from the beginning since Taylor bumped into her in the village and they fell in love, though they keep it on the low due to the fact liking girls was a sin in the kingdom and was unheard of and she was also married to the King Andrew and Queen Genevieve son Chadwick, who only used her for her body, and never really loved her, he would abuse her all the time, and he would just say I'm sorry and trick the girl into staying. But now a vampire turned by Nikalus Mikaelson. She was more devilish and would sneak Grace in when Chadwick was out fencing or drunk and have sex with Grace. Grace at first thought of it as wrong, until she saw the young Salvatore and let her have her way with her.
