This is What We Call a Tragedy

I awoke in the midst of blinding light and overwhelmed with confusion. My eyes darted around the room, as panic swept over me, my limbs feeling bound.

My heart rate slowed as I realized I was in my own room and the only thing "binding me" were the bed sheets I'd become tangled in.

I took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief, "It was just a dream," I whispered, calming myself.

I sat up in my bed, after detangling myself. "What a crazy fucking dream," I whispered.

"Me? The granddaughter of the most notorious vampire? Oh, come on," I laughed at myself for believing that dream for one second. I'd never experienced a dream, a nightmare, so realistic... It felt so real, so true...

"Lizzi!" My mother called from downstairs. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah!" I yelled back down, "I'm coming down now..."

I swung my legs over the side of my bed, finding it a bit odd that I was still in my clothing and shoes. I gave a nervous laugh, realizing I was wearing the same outfit I'd been wearing at Frank's party... In my dream.

Pushing any suspicion away from my mind by laughing at the creazy coincidence, I made the walk downstairs, calling my mother, until she informed me she was in the livingroom.

"Lizzi," my mother greeted me with a smile, "how was the party the other night?"

I stiffened slightly, "F-Franky's birthday?"

She nodded, "Yeah."

"Um... It was good..."

"We should talk, baby..." she said in a reluctant tone.

Oh shit.

"You've been asleep for two days..." my mother noted. "You took the news rather... well, terribly to say the least."

My eyes widened, "What news?!"

"Your keeper, Gerard told you, didn't he?" my mother asked, concerned.
"You're telling me this wasn't a fucked up dream?" I nearly screamed, in a mixture of fear and rage.

"No," my mother smiled, "you're the chosen one."

"Has everyone gone psycho?! Where's Frank?!" I yelled.

"I see you approve of the match," my mom grinned.

"No, what match?! I want to see Frank and Jamia," I demanded.

"Frank... you can see. Jamia, you can't ever see again... Not if you want her to live," my mother replied in a calm voice, as if nothing was wrong.

"What?! What the hell are you talking about, Jamia is marrying Frank!!! Of course I'll see her, she's my best friend!"

"You're the chosen one, Lizzi... Frank is your chosen partner. Jamia will just get in the way, and trust me, Gerard will kill her to protect the fate of the clan... Trust me, Lizzi. If you want your friend to live, let the cards fall where they may and keep her out of it!"

"I can't believe what you're saying! This has to be a dream!"

"It's not, Lizzi," Gerard smirked from the corner.

I pushed past both of them.

"Where are you going?" Gerard demanded.

"FRANKS!" I screamed. "Leave me alone, all of you! This is not my destiny!"