Princess of Night
Hi, sorry it's taken so long to update this and 'Cupid's Bullet' but work has had me really busy. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and added this story to various lists, I really appreciate it. I might as well tell you a bit about where I got the idea for this story, when I used to post fanfics on Quizilla (before it went all strange) I read a story about a vampire princess who sort of fell for Seto. This story is actually loosely based around that concept, so if it was you who wrote it, thank you and could you PM me the name of the story and your name (it doesn't have to be your real one) so that I can credit you properly.
Anything you recognise is not mine.
SK
Chapter 2
Kisara wandered silently through the halls of her sprawling manor house, the clicking of the heels of her boots and the rustling of her dress the only sounds she made, her mind deep in thought. She was thinking about Seto, something she did often, none of the other vampires understood her fascination with him except her sister. They couldn't comprehend that Kisara could be interested in someone who couldn't run as fast as the speed of light, balance an elephant on one finger or heal themselves after an injury within a few seconds. What they didn't know was that it was the fact that Seto couldn't do any of these things that attracted her to him, along with the fact that the suffering that he'd endured was more than most people suffered in a lifetime. Marian, Kisara's sister, was the only one of their kind that understood, a few months previously she'd seen Mokuba, Seto's little brother, and had felt the same interest and attraction that Kisara felt for Seto. Both vampires had no wish to feed from the humans and many times had stopped other vampires from feeding from them.
Passing a silver edged mirror, Kisara stopped to examine her appearance; unlike the non-aging vampires, Kisara and her sister, both aging vampires, could see their reflection in mirrors. Her long black hair was hanging in loose curls around her shoulders with the few locks nearest her face pinned at the top of her head with a small silver Celtic knot tiara sat delicately on her head. Her large sapphire eyes were framed by thick black lashes which contrasted sharply with her pale creamy skin. Her full lips were a bright red and she parted them slightly, showing her sharp white teeth and fangs. She was wearing a dress that stopped about mid-calf made out of black velvet with fleur-de-lys woven into the fabric, the dress had a pannier skirt made of layers of black lace. Her black lace-up boots reached just above her ankle, were pointed at the toe, had a stiletto heel and were highly polished. Around her neck she wore a choker and a pair of chandelier earrings in her ears, both made of black diamonds. Dressed as she was, it was obvious to see that Kisara was the Princess of Night, a position that many other vampires coveted for themselves. An obscure cousin of hers and Marian's was trying to get the vampire throne and if Kisara failed to turn her mate by the next year, then Count Stefan De Noire would become King of the Vampires. That was something to be avoided at all costs as Stefan was completely different to his female cousins. He felt that humans should be treated like cattle, that the vampires should conquer the human world and enslave the humans; he also felt that male vampires should be able to have as many mates as they wished, something that he made clear that he was perfectly happy taking advantage of, he'd even hinted that he would take his two cousins as mates. Sighing Kisara shook her head to clear her thoughts before walking off to find her sister.
Not having a clue where to find Marian, Kisara closed her eyes and allowed her instincts to give her a clue as to where she was. There was a faint smell of paint in the air and the soft sound of a brush on canvas reached Kisara's ears causing her to smile. Opening her eyes she walked to the art room where Marian was sat painting. Her sister was wearing an ankle length strapless dress of pale blue satin that went well with her creamy skin, sky blue eyes and golden hair. On her feet she wore a pair of white Victorian boots that reached mid-calf and had a black heel, black toe and black buttons. Around her neck she wore a Victorian pearl choker with a small side view of Marian's face, on her right wrist she had a matching pearl bracelet and hanging from her ears were a pair of matching pearl earrings. Her long blonde hair was hanging softly around her shoulders, lightly waving and with a pearl tiara resting lightly on her head. Her eyes were ringed with silver eyeliner and the gentle smile on her lips was a soft pink.
Marian's blue eyes flickered briefly to Kisara before returning to her painting, a welcoming smile on her lips.
"Kisara, is something the matter sister?" She asked, never taking her eyes off the canvas that she was painting.
"Stefan is up to something, he knows that I'm going to reveal the identity of my mate soon and that I'll turn him shortly after. But there's no sign of him. I need to know what he's planning!" Kisara growled lightly in frustration.
"Why don't you send Maria? You know his weakness for beauty and she's certainly beautiful. Not only that but she's completely loyal to us." Marian suggested calmly, still painting.
"I would but he knows her by sight at least and will know where her loyalties lie." Kisara sighed in exasperation.
"How about Igone? She's considered one of the most beautiful of our people and I'm pretty sure that he's never seen her." Marian said after a moments thought. Kisara considered this.
"Actually that's not a bad idea, with her dark eyes, dark hair and tanned skin she's certainly beautiful. I'll get her on it." Kisara nodded.
Meanwhile, in a castle far away in the Carpathian Mountains
A petite Assyrian woman with long dark brown hair and large brown eyes so dark that they seemed black, lay on her back panting, her breasts heaving as she attempted to get her breathing back under control. Next to her lay a tall man of indeterminate race with deep brown hair and cold grey eyes, his arms crossed behind his head. Suddenly a raven flew in the window, holding a rolled up parchment and landed on the window sill, cawing loudly, causing the two of them to look at it.
"Go and get the message." The man ordered the woman harshly. Wordlessly she stood up and obeyed him, not even putting something on to cover her nakedness. He watched as she walked over to the bird, her hips swaying invitingly. She retrieved the paper from the raven which flew away and unrolled it.
"It's a message for me, the Princess of Night wishes to see me." She said, her voice high pitched and tinkling like a set of wind chimes, something which is pretty at first but gets annoying after a while.
"Then go Igone, you mustn't keep her waiting." The man smirked. She nodded and dressed quickly in a short blood red satin dress and a pair of matching heels. She then transformed into a bat and followed the raven. The man was lost in thought for a time but a knock at the door of his bedroom pulled him out of his revere.
"Who is it?" He called out, sitting up slightly.
"Tullia." A feminine voice replied. The man smiled.
"Come in my dear." He smirked. In walked a scantily dressed young Romanian woman with blonde hair and brown eyes. His smirk grew even more pronounced. Just because he'd just lost one companion didn't mean that he couldn't find another to replace her. In fact, he could already feel his cock hardening again.