Prologue

I love you

Three very simple words that I wished were for once, directed towards me.

Not from friends, not from family but from my one and only.

It may seem that I may not be asking for much, which I wish was true but if you really take a second and think it over, it’s probably the hardest thing in the world for any one to say to their lover.

Why does it seem that way?

Well one reason maybe do you really want to be with them? Do you want to spend the rest of your life with that person, or do you yearn for someone else’s love?

Those are some of the things you must think about before just blurting those three words.

Though, some just do just that.

They blurt those words to their girlfriend or boyfriends, like it was any word we used in everyday dialogue.

Kind of like the word "You're my best friend." and you say that to like what, more than sixteen of your buddies? I know I exaggerated on that but still; we take our words to lightly.

Now you may wonder, who am I and why the hell I’m saying this. Well truthfully, I am trying to find myself.

I'm not sleeping beauty who needs saving, nor am I that black haired, mystery that has all the guys wondering.

I'm just me. That girl with the dull brown hair and hollow green eyes that you probably barely notice when you walk down the hall. Maybe I'm being a little to harsh on my looks, so there is life in my eyes and perhaps my hair does tend to glow once in a while but that's as far as it goes.

My height is 5,3 while my body itself is athletic.

All my friends do have a word for me though, even when I don’t consider my self being compared to any princess, they usually call me one thing.

Cinder's shadow.

Why?

No one knows except for my good friend Felicia. Who by the way looks more of royalty than I.

With baby blue eyes and waist length blond hair, you think she was maybe the real Cinderella with her kind nature.

I used to hate her when we were in middle school. She had many friends and always smiled like the world was a wonderful place to be. Sort of like those Barbie dolls.

That was before I found out her stepfather had abused her and sadly, came close to raping her. Thankfully they arrested him and now he is somewhere in prison, hopefully rotting.

When I looked back now, I noticed her smile was hollow, while her eyes seemed clouded with pain. Funny how many people missed that back then.

One day I was assigned to be her partner in a science project. Through that, we began to talk and found she wasn’t all that bad. In fact, she seemed to understand me better than myself.

I learned that day never to judge others again, and also not to pity those who went through so much. If you think that’s bitter its not. Those who been through hell mostly don't want pity for It makes them either feel more poorly on themselves.

Which leaves us to the present were she gave me my nickname. She claims by the way I act when it comes to guys, I’m waiting for prince charming to find my slipper.

It's strange, since really I was secretly waiting. Waiting for a guy to find out who I was, and how I could be. I want someone to complete me.

I hate being alone and when I glance to my friends, I see nothing but glees of laughter while they snuggle with their boyfriends.

I want that.

I wish I had it.

But Ill wait for now. Ill wait and see. For maybe when the right one comes, maybe that slipper will be the perfect fit.

That was what I hoped, what I wanted.

That was until I discovered.

My prince charming, my soul mate, was looking for me as well.

His name is David Mace. The Prince of all princes and the most charming , beautiful guy I had ever seen.

And...

He was the most unnatural being I had ever met. How unnatural? Three words: He drinks blood.

My soul mate was a vampire prince, and he isn’t one to take lightly.

So much for that little crystal slipper huh?

A/N: Short, sweet..a bit of a different writing style than my others. No worries though, the next chapter will have much mroe detail. Also, it will will be based on the past and in the second chapter, it will be in the present.