"I'm Queen Maureen," a small, birdlike girl said in a light singsong as she swept through the dust covered hotel. "Queen Maureen of the dark. Queen Maureen of the dead. Queen Maureen of the night." She broke off with a small giggle. "Queen Maureen. Queen Maureen. Queen Maureen." She chanted with a childish smile.
In addition to her small build, the girl had pale, pale blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders to the middle of her back, pale skin with a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and large, dark brown eyes. She didn't look any older than twelve and never would. She would never age. She would be young and pretty and fourteen forever. Of course, looking twelve was a bit of a disadvantage, but that didn't matter. Someday the world would respect her. Fear her. Worship her. She would be Queen Maureen of the world, not just Queen Maureen of the New York Vampire Clan.
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She wore a full length rose pink and grey ball gown that looked like something and actor would wear on set for a play set in the 1700s, despite the fact it was currently 2007, and rouge was applied ridiculously heavy on her pale cheeks. Her lipstick was a bright pink that looked almost as if it had been scribbled on with sharpie. If she was Queen she had to dress like it, didn't she? Of course the ensemble wasn't complete without a crown. A crown of bones. A crown made from the bones of her enemies.
She was Queen Maureen. Queen Maureen of the vampires. Queen Maureen of the night. Queen Maureen the pretty. Queen Maureen the powerful. Queen Maureen the feared. Queen Maureen the eternal. And nobody could dethrone her. Not even those silly Shadowhunters. The Nephilim may be the Angel's so called chosen ones, but they were just a group of self-righteous vigilantes trying force ridiculous laws on Downworlders. She was Queen Maureen, and their stupid "Accords" weren't going to stop her from feeding on whatever humans she pleased. They could try to stop her, but she would kill them. Kill them and use their bones to make necklaces and bracelets. Not even that bastard Jace Lightwood and his bitch of a sister Isabelle, the so called "best" demon slayers of their generation, could stop her.
The bitch deserved to die anyway. Perhaps Maureen would hunt her down and kill her once she returned from Idris. The stupid Nephilim girl thought she could claim Simon, call herself Simon's girlfriend. As if. Her Simon would never like such a stupid whore.
"Maureen-" The thin girl whipped around and shot the intruder a wicked glare. "I mean, Your Highness," The hispanic vampire amended in a dry tone. "The Daylighter is showing signs of awakening."
Maureen giggled. Why was she so worried about the demon hunting whore right now? She was anyway in Idris, and Simon was just downstairs, locked up in a cage of bones. And now she was going to go pay her prince a visit.