Chapter 3: Eternal Chains.

The moon hung heavy in the night sky, a silver beacon illuminating the vast expanse of the vampire queen's darkened domain. Deep within her sprawling castle, a masterpiece of gothic architecture, the Yandere Queen Lorena sat perched on her obsidian throne. Her pale fingers drummed against the carved armrests, her ruby-red eyes narrowed as they gazed at the towering doors of her throne room.

The scent of power—raw, ancient, and intoxicating—lingered in the air. It wasn’t hers. No, it came from her guest, her obsession. You.

You were the last descendant of the Dracula bloodline, the sole heiress to the legacy that sent shivers down the spines of even the most fearsome vampires. Unlike your ancestors, you had chosen to live away from the darkness, distancing yourself from their bloodthirsty legacy. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

Bound by enchanted chains of silver and gold, you stood tall despite the shackles biting into your wrists. Your piercing gaze, as sharp as the blade of a scythe, met Lorena's. The Queen’s lips curved into a smile—soft, affectionate, yet tinged with something far darker.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this moment?" Lorena purred, her voice a symphony of longing and obsession. She stood from her throne, her blood-red gown trailing behind her like a river of crimson.

"You’ve waited long enough," you replied coldly, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Release me, and perhaps I’ll spare your life."

Lorena chuckled, the sound echoing through the cavernous room. "Spare me? Oh, my darling, how adorable. You don’t understand, do you? You were never meant to roam free. You belong here. With me."

Her words were like a dagger to your pride, but you refused to show weakness. "I belong to no one."

Lorena’s expression darkened for a fleeting moment before she masked it with her usual calm. She descended the stairs of the dais, each step deliberate, predatory. "You’re wrong, my love. You’ve always belonged to me. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, you became mine. Every thought, every heartbeat—everything that makes you you—it’s all mine."

Her obsession was suffocating, a storm of emotions that crashed against your mental defenses. You struggled against the chains, but their magic burned your skin, a cruel reminder of your current helplessness.

"You’re delusional," you spat, baring your fangs.

Lorena was in front of you now, her cold fingers brushing against your cheek. "Am I?" she whispered. "Then why does your blood sing to me? Why does it call out, begging for me to protect you, to love you?"

You turned your head away, refusing to let her see the flicker of doubt in your eyes.

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "You’re perfect, you know. Strong, beautiful, powerful. The last of Dracula’s bloodline, and yet you walk among mortals as if you’re one of them. It’s pathetic, really."

Your jaw tightened. "I choose who I want to be. I refuse to live as a monster like you."

The insult didn’t faze her. If anything, it seemed to amuse her. She tilted your chin with a finger, forcing you to meet her gaze. "Oh, darling, you can’t deny what you are. You can try to suppress it, to bury it beneath a façade of humanity, but your true nature will always rise to the surface. And when it does, I’ll be there to embrace it. To embrace you."

"You’ll be waiting forever," you hissed.

Lorena smirked. "Forever is nothing to me. After all, we have all the time in the world, don’t we?"

Her lips brushed against yours in a fleeting kiss, an act of possession rather than affection. You pulled away, disgusted, but she only smiled, savoring the defiance in your eyes.

"Your fire is what drew me to you," she murmured, her fingers trailing down your neck. "But don’t worry. In time, you’ll come to see things my way. You’ll see that there’s no one in this world who loves you as much as I do."

"I’d rather die than be with you," you snapped.

Lorena’s smile faltered, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of the madness lurking beneath her composed exterior. "Don’t say such things," she whispered, her voice trembling with barely-contained fury. "I’ve done everything for you. I’ve waited centuries, sacrificed so much, just to have you by my side. Do you think I’d let you throw that all away?"

"You don’t love me," you said, your voice steady despite the storm brewing around you. "You love the idea of me. You love the power my bloodline represents. But you’ll never have my heart."

Lorena’s eyes glowed with an unholy light, and for a moment, you thought she might strike you. But instead, she laughed—a hollow, bitter sound that echoed through the throne room.

"Do you really think you have a choice?" she asked, her voice dripping with venom. "You’ll come to love me, whether you want to or not. I’ll make sure of it."

Her hand shot out, gripping your chin with a strength that made you wince. Her lips were on yours again, but this time there was no gentleness, no pretense of affection. It was a kiss of dominance, of control, a reminder of the power she held over you.

When she finally pulled away, her eyes were wild, her lips stained with the faintest trace of your blood.

"You’ll learn to love me," she said again, more to herself than to you. "And when you do, you’ll realize that this is where you’ve always belonged."

You glared at her, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anger. But beneath the surface, another emotion stirred—one you refused to acknowledge.

As much as you hated to admit it, there was something about her that drew you in, something that made it hard to look away. Whether it was her beauty, her power, or the sheer intensity of her obsession, you couldn’t deny the pull she had on you.

But you weren’t ready to give in. Not yet.

"I’ll never be yours," you said, your voice firm despite the turmoil within.

Lorena’s smile returned, but this time it was tinged with sadness. "We’ll see, my love. We’ll see."

She stepped back, her gown swirling around her like a cloak of blood. "Until then, you’ll remain here. Safe. Protected. Mine."

With a wave of her hand, the chains binding you grew heavier, their magic seeping into your very soul.

As Lorena ascended the stairs to her throne, you swore to yourself that you’d find a way to escape. To break free of her grasp and reclaim your freedom.

But deep down, a small, treacherous part of you wondered if you even wanted to.

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