Cantrell wasn’t your average vampire, actually to be brutally honest he wasn’t really a vampire at all. He was the sole bloodline of his species between a demon countess and the lord of vampires. His veins ran black with pure evil, and he was the prince of darkness. Yet he couldn’t bare being heartless, and cruel without reasonable mercy.
His parents weren’t about to raise anyone, not even a prince. Like any sensible parent would do, they ditched him when he was able to walk. Luckily as an infant, he was able to wander into the purest kingdom in the land. King K, a man who had only heroes, and heroines in his bloodline, ruled the land. King or not he was a little conceited, at times he called himself a pure heir to an unforgiving dark land.
The head guard of the castle, Anibis, found Cantrell just lying in the rain. Despite his instincts, and everyone around him Anibis raised Cantrell. The guard who was graying in his old age taught the young half-breed to be a decent man. Still Anibis was on the very edge of the cliff, and he was teetering back, and forth. King K didn’t want a dangerous being even close to the walls of his city.
In one last effort when Cantrell turned seventeen, Anibis struck a deal with King K. Cantrell would be given the job of watering the plants in the courtyard, and he could live in the shack that harbored the supplies to the garden. If Cantrell exhibited any violence towards anyone passing through, he would be beheaded. The deal was struck, and it sealed Cantrell’s fate.
Cantrell found solace in clipping flowers and watering flowers. It was as good a job as any. It didn’t pay in money, but it did feed him twice a day, which was pretty good treatment for anyone of his nature. The real payment was that every other day Princess Lunia would walk by caring her blue parasol. It cast a delicate black outline on her porcelain looking skin. Cantrell had a crush on her, but he knew he could never be with her.
He was pushing his luck just by glancing at her. Every guard that wasn’t Anibis would take any excuse to kill him without hesitation with any excuse. Regardless he couldn’t look at her long. Well he could, but only if he would have liked his head floating in some random basket.
The job that he had to do wasn’t very tedious. All that had to be done, could be done in a few short hours. He would take the tin canister from the shack, run down to the creek, fill the tin, and hustle back without spilling a drop. It took only seven trips to water every flower without discrimination.
The most important of the flowers were the three bushes at the very back of the garden. There were two pure white bushes, and an impure one that stood between them. It had one black rose, a rose of incredibly raw dark power. It was said that once it was plucked it would infect its host, and turn them into the evilest creature to ever walk on Earth. That bush was only there to remind commoners how insignificant they were compared to King K.
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