Title: The Golden Dawn
Rated: M for -Mature content here and in later chapters.
Original Characters: Seras, Girlycard/Alucard, Integra, Walter, Pip, (etc.)
Unoriginal Characters: Fane, Amelia, Lucille , Thebecari, Ellia, Civosoli, Tuvalu, (etc.).
Genre: Mystery, Tragedy, Adventure, and maybe Romance. Maybe.
Plot: Just a telling of the Victoria family.
Setting: Victoria Orchard forest, Seras's Pond.
Quick Note: Heya, I decided to rewrite this story because I totally forgot why I wrote it and where it was, well rest assured that I've reconnected with the original ideas I had for it, and new chapters will be born soon!
Opening
On a summer afternoon within the tandem orchard that belonged to the Victoria's, the youngest child of the family had stolen away from the manor. She ventured into the edge of the woods behind the fruit filled trees of the orchard and went to explore the forest behind it.
Her destination was a small pond the lord of the house had named after her before he died. She wore a summery Victorian dress with a snow laced embroidered corset. Under her snowy skirts were her frilly white garters, pure lemon stockings, and black dress shoes. Her vanilla toned hair spilled down her back in thick fresh curls. Her long bangs were tucked to one side behind her small ear that was decorated by a golden heart earring.
Her little feet twirled with curious steps that carried gently as she danced across the forest floor. Her black shoes were surrounded by golden, scarlet, amber, and aged wine colored leaves that crunched under her lucid solar light that stretched from beyond the trees followed her on her small quest, like a friend and an estranged guide.
In one hand, she held a small lavender art bag with silver buttons. In the other hand, she carefully carried her most favorite possession, a rare white violin given to her by now deceased father. Her family's reputation was in peril over the murder of Lord Farrow Victoria, and the unplanned actions of Lady Amelia Victoria, who was unknowingly being deceived by her sister, Lady Lucille Van Buren.
Aunt Lucille had begun a gambling problem and couldn't pay her debts after her brother-in law died. Now she was in deep trouble with one of the town's most deadly German gangs, or rather the Victoria's were in trouble. Instead of making money by marring her daughter off, Lucille began tunneling money to the gangsters from her sister's treasury and even offered her body up to pay for the debt.
(A/N: The Following contains mature content. If you do not wish to read it, please skip ahead.)
A few nights before the of the night of the April full moon, Lucille stepped out of a dark windowed stage coach under the cover of darkness. She was inconspicuously dressed in a green fox mole skinned hooded cloak with fur that covered her eyes and touched down to the ground. As she walked down the street of a dark alley lit only by a single torch, the cloak gaped a sliver revealing the frilly lace garters strapped to her thighs, and sapphire heels that she wore. She met two gentlemen at the entrance to a brothel in the lower part of Lexington.
The first gentleman was a tall blond haired man in a white suit with a matching overcoat. His green eyes peered through his clear round spectacles at the cloak Lucille wore with some lusty curiosity to what lay hidden second male wore a silky cobalt colored suit with strange white patterns on it. His skin was deep caramel which made his devilish yellow eyes standout. A top his head rested a small little fez with a golden eye hanging from a tassel.
With her moss colored cloak fisted in her dainty hands, she followed the two men up a dark sinful mahogany spiral staircase. It was hard for her to see in the dim red light inside the brothel. The air was filled with stale smoke from cigars and cheap perfume, which made her lip curl up in disgust.
The two men in front of her did not acknowledge a soul as they pushed the smelly whores and drunk patrons alike out of their path. Down a corridor, behind a deep oak door, and into a burgundy colored room they went. Lucille slowly moved her eyes around the delights in lavish room, she gasped with a start when the door behind her slammed shut, with a click and a lock.
The male dressed in cobalt told to come to them, eager to see what she had underneath that cloak of hers. Lucille obeyed as she slowly made her way across the creaky floorboards and stood in-between the two men. She faced the blonde in the white suit as he reached up and pulled the hood back the hood from her face. Her charcoal colored hair was tied back neatly and held up only by a single blue ribbon with a few grey pearl-end pins. Seductive makeup adorned her cheeks and eyes, a vicious red lipstick stained her lips.
His slender fingers plucked the silk pea green silk strings that laid across her collarbone, Lucille felt the fox green cloak slip from her pale shoulders. It fluttered away from her body, tumbling into a pile on the wooden floor behind her heels. She now wore nothing but a tightly stitched tan brocade underbust corset. The corset was earth colored with vintage cream floral Florentine patterns, and brass hooks in the corset left her breasts bare and free for all in the room to see.
She looked absolutely ravishing for such a mature woman. Her nipples glowed against her skin with a deeply rosy powdered blush. She smelled of expensive perfumes and lush oils. The scents of honey and citrine wafted up from between her thighs and most of her limbs. She had been waxed to freshness and delicately styled for the sexy rendezvous that would ensue tonight between the three of them.
"Simply stunning," breathed the blonde gentleman as his nose twitched in delight.
He reached his hands out to cup her beautiful breasts, testing their fair weight of them in his palms. His thumbs swirled over her deep rose colored buds. Lucille curled her hands over his with a slow pleasurable hiss from her lips while she gazed at him lustfully. Those deep green eyes of hers showed him that she was enjoying his touch, very much.
The dark skinned man behind Lucille gave no compliment as he stared hungrily at her pale naked arse. He kicked the cloak away with his shoe carelessly and came closer behind her. Lucille's breath hitched in her throat as she felt his hard groin pressing against her arse heatedly. She bit her lip as she felt his fingertips teasingly sliding down her naked hips. He suddenly pulls her by her waist, pressing her tightly against his lower half. She can't help but to moan as she feels him grounding himself against her.
After a moment of fondling, the three of them make their way over to a long vintage lion clawed couch. The Blonde plopped down on the mottle colored floral cushions, spread out with one leg hanging off to the side. He watched as Lucille climbed onto the sofa facing him, she crawled over him like a mysterious and hungry minx. He allowed her to dominate his mouth as she kissed him, her hands were busy sliding the coat down his muscular arms.
The other man wasted no time kicking off his shoes and swiftly unbuckled his trousers as he knelt one knee on the couch behind the woman. He cared not for such trivial intimacies as kissing or gentle petting, he was there to use her like a whore, not make love to her. If his partner wanted to do such, then he was welcome to do so by himself.
His tan hand gripped the cream lace thong wedged up her pale arse and in a sudden flash of impatience, he violently yanked the garment down to her knees. Drool dripped from his lip as he grinned at his prize in anticipation, he spread one of her arse cheeks with the thumb of his right hand with a curse. She was completely smooth, bare of any distracting hairs. He wrapped his other hand around his length as he guided himself into her.
He threw his head back with an agonizingly slow groan as he felt himself sliding deep into her. Lucille was taken by surprise as she moaned against the other man's lips. The way he forcefully filled her up felt so incredibly naughty. She couldn't begin to remember the last time when she felt so aroused, maybe back when her husband was still alive. She didn't care about it now, about anything anymore as she was ravished from behind like an animal by the dark-skinned male.
Eventually the trio moved to the velvet rose sheets of the massive four snake poster bed off in the corner of the room. Lucille was made to lower herself onto the blonde haired male laying on his back across the bed, while the other knelt behind her and entered her yet again.
Through the night Lucille did as she was told, and not once was she resistant. She took whatever was given to her, pleasure, pain, anything to keep this insatiable high that had been created within her by these strangers from disappearing. They took turns with her body, one used her for his pleasure only, and the other worshiped her- though they both gave her ecstasy by the end of the night.
Unfortunately, it wasn't enough for the boss of those men that appeared that night, they found out she had a child. They requested that she give them her daughter, Anna-lee Van Buren who was the same age as her cousin Seras. So naturally to save her only child, she offered to give them her virgin niece as a final blood payment instead. They talked it over though another night of ménage et tois and ultimately agreed to the offer.
One evening as they were sitting on the balcony of Farrow's old study, Lucille brought it to her sister's attention that it would be better if she sent Seras off to a distant catholic school, to learn some proper etiquette that a young lady such as herself should have been properly versed in.
She bragged over the Mediterranean After Conception tea in her hands, about how Anna-Lee was a very devoted Eve Anglican, the perfect candidate for rich arranged marriages. She also hinted to Amelia that Seras would be a priceless jewel, had she the proper training.
Amelia thought it over as she watched the sun go down. Ultimately she was pressured by her sister into signing the transfer papers at night. Without realizing it, she had just handed her only daughter over to a group of secret sex slave traders, who were in league with a German military force called Millennium.
The Children of Victoria Manor.
First Born.
Lord Orestes Valor Victoria, was a brisk young man at the spry age of 25.
His potential in The West Indian Trades had been a phenomenal success thanks to his late father's teachings. With him inheriting Lord Farrow's dashing blue eyes and sleek cream colored hair, he had no trouble getting the rest of the world to open up to his persuasive charm.
He married early at the youthful age of 17, to a stunning petite brown haired French woman named Yvonne Denise Vauquelin. He'd just returned from a voyage to the Americas and was excited about making his sixth child when he got off the boat. He learned on part with his arrival from a telegram that Yvonne had up and vanished three months before.
All people had heard was that she had written a private letter to her mother in France, claiming that Orestes beat her to near-death after their fifth child and poor Yvonne could not take it anymore. So, feeling helpless she did what any right mind woman would do. In a haze she left everything behind, her children, all her clothes, even her money, and fled the country before her husband returned.
There was a rumor that she had a lover and three new children in Germany, but nobody was certain. Still madly in love with her, Orestes pursued this rumor and ventured to Germany, spending three years and a quarter of his inheritance trying to find his beloved runaway wife.
Orestes soon married another woman from Germany named, Natasha Grün. He met his new bride at a pastry shop in Berlin shortly after giving up his lost wife search. Together the handsome couple have six children all together-all boys. Orestes to this day still has no clue to where his first wife, lovely Yvonne has run off to.
Lord DeLuca Mortel Victoria, was second born to the Victoria family. He gained a positioned as a newly appointed court magistrate of England and was quickly rising to become one of the youngest judges in the country.
He was of age 18 at the time. He was beautiful like his mother, while not as built as his father and his brother Orestes. DeLuca still had his mother's silvery locks infused with his own youthful black streaks. He often wore his hair tied back into a low ponytail by a single scarlet ribbon. His eyes were dark violet like his mothers, and his body structure was - deathly slender.
DeLuca aimed to distance himself from his families wrecking image, because his greedy aunt had played his mother for a fool- nearly bled her dry of his father's riches.
DeLuca held no interested in marriage and children like his brother. He fancied the bachelor lifestyle and with it, the consistent nights spent with his multiple lovers. He had over twenty sweethearts that lived in multiple countries around the world. His most favorite girlfriend, was one of whom he'd brought from her country to live with him in England. Her name was Marisa Tovar Kasich. Marisa was born a lovely Russian girl of whom enjoyed hiking and hunting. She was a fiery young woman born to thrive in rough and snowy climates.
However, DeLuca showered her with useless gifts and shut her inside his house like- some foreign trophy. Marisa did not care about DeLuca's other lovers, she hated him with a passion. Every night she sat in the window of their parlor room, sacredly dreaming about running away back to her homeland, where she knew her childhood lover Nickolai, was waiting for her.
Lord Sorel Everett Snow Victoria was the third born.
He had been very close to her sister since her birth, and it was only natural since they were only two years apart from each other. He doted on his pretty little sister just as their father had. Anything she did, he knew about. He was her most trusted person, all her secrets went right into his ears, but never left his lips. He didn't care for the actions of his older brothers as much, but he did love them.
When they were children Sorel almost always allowed Seras to sleep with him, as she often suffered from night terrors of their father's murder. She had never gotten over their father's death properly, he didn't either but he was far better off than she was.
Sorel enjoyed physiology and aimed to become a psychiatrist when he finished his studies. He had no plans of marriage even though he did have very valiant offers from ladies around the country. He dreamed of one day leaving their childhood home with Seras and traveling to Belgium. They'd always liked the paintings his mother brought back, when she visited her cousin Noel in Brugge.
Lady Seras Myrin Victoria was a gifted young lady and last born.
She enjoyed fine arts, musical productivity, and holistics. Her father was one of England's finest and well known painters. Fane would often take his daughter with him when he went to a gallery or a museum.
Even though Seras was only sixteen, she still felt like she had a lot to prove being the last of after all her brothers. She loved them all but, only Sorel seemed to truly understand where her heart was. She missed her father terribly, and it had taken a toll on her mother and her over the years. Seras had gotten better with it thanks to Sorel, only having her night terrors once a week.
Seras learned to recognize of the kind of woman her aunt was from an early age. Lucille was a dirty royal, a conniving and malevolent being. She hated the woman's daughter also, but hated her aunt more. Seras vowed to restore her family name with the respect that she- herself would personally go out into the world and create with her own talents. Fueled by her other passions such as music skills and artistic talents, she desired to experience all the freedoms and beauties the world had to offer.
However, none of the members of the family could be prepared for the events that would take place, the night a priest shows up to take the youngest away to his "religious school" of holiness. Tragedy is sure to rear its ugly head but before all that, who is this stranger that intrudes upon Seras at the pond? Why is that person there, in her sacred haven, unknown to most of her family?
End.
Note: Can you guess who those two men were?
Next up: The Stranger At The Pond.
Thanks for reading my first chapter. ~ Sweetie (๑◕.◕๑) Please R&R.