The Vampire I Sold My Heart To

It was 1990, the era when music, tourism and culture was the order of the day in the little town of Harmphsire. Abby was quite bored, looking out into the street from her bedroom's window and watching the little children on the streets playing a popular game known as dodging ball. It hasn't been long since they moved down to Harmphsire from New Durusik and she was already doing everything possible to know every Tom, d**k and Harry within her neighborhood. She picked up a newspaper that was lying beside her to read; it was mainly all about politics, angrily, she tossed the paper on the floor and buried her head on the pillow. "Madame.....Madame"; an old-chilled voice rang from outside her door "Not now Javert, I'm really not in the mood!"; she retorted back at him. "But madame, your father wants you to come down immediately to the sitting room; there are some guests that he would like you to meet". Javert was an old Butler who has served the Whitechilds for over 20 years now; he was the one who helped in raising up Abby when she was a still a child; and what ever he told her to do; she always obeyed him and did as told. Lazily, she stood up from her bed and waltzed to the mirror to comb her hair; she was the striking image of her mother, Elizabeth Whitechild, whom unfortunately was already late. Then after she was done combing her hair, she then took the bowl of water placed before her to watch her face; Abby had quite a beautiful pair of blue eyes, the same with her mother. She was the striking resemblance of Mrs. Elizabeth Whitechild. After she was done, she then made her way downstairs to meet her father's guests; it was there that she saw him; it was there that she saw Edward Finehair; and from the very first day she laid his eyes on him; she was never the same again, she fell in love with him immediately. "Good afternoon Papa, Javert, told me that you wanted me to meet some of our guests" "Ah yes, my dear, here's Sir Arthur Finehair and his son, they are our neighbors, I thought it would be wise for you to meet them" "Oh not all father, I'm glad they're here"; she said striking a strong glance at Edward whom was grinning from ear to ear. "What's your name, kind sir"; she asked Edward, locking eyes with him "Edward.... Edward Finehair" "I'm Abigail, Abigail Whitechild, though you can call me Abby, cos that what my friends call me"; She extended her hand for a hand shake of which Edward gave it to her. She then greeted Sir Arthur Finehair and then decided to make her way to the garden, with hope that Edward will follow suit. At first she thought her plans wasn't working, but when she was about to leave the garden, a cold hand tapped her on the shoulder and said; "Madame, you wanted to see me" And turning to see whom it was that tapped her on the shoulder, it was none other than Edward, whom as of before, was still grinning from face to face. "Yes, I did wished to see you; I wanna know you more, Edward"