The castle walls, the castle hallways trembled with the anger of her voice. The air burned against their bodies as they knelt around the Queen. She was on the steps of her mother's throne. Her brightly colored tapestry shook with anger. Shewolves, tall and beautiful, ears pricked tight. The wolves filled the cavern, the floor thick with them, so close they look like a dark ominous cloud. Their narrowed eyes were fierce as they lowered their heads listening to the raging queen. Vampires stood by the throne, all dressed in black armor like modern-day Knights, kneeling on one knee, their heads bowed, their eyes level towards them.

Three bodies prostrated, their faces buried into the stone. All were dressed in black maids uniforms with white trim, trembling with fear.

A lone figure stood, it's back bent, his body and arms trembling as he clenched his fist. His left arm raised as if asking for forgiveness, finger spread wide as the air around him, him alone shimmering, wafting as her rage flowed over him, threatening to drown him.

He had tried to enter the royal chambers. He had been caught. The wolves made him pay. They had humiliated him, his anger was boiling.

"Royalty! I am allowed anywhere I please!" He spoke. His eyes were glowing like fire. His mouth hanging open, his fangs exposed. He was demanding an apology. He was demanding his rights. He was demanding_.

"Shut up!" She yelled, her face red with rage, her throat straining. Her mouth open wide as her fangs slipped past her lower teeth. "No!" she raged.

The air burst with rage as she spoke. The Queen's authority bore down on them, growing heavier like a large weight pressing on their backs trying to crush them. A little longer and the maids very breath would be forcibly squeezed out their lungs.

Anastasia stood still, glaring, "no male is allowed inside the royal chambers." She slashed her hand across her body, the air acting as her sword, slammed across the Baron's force field, pushing him backwards.

" gah!" An unintelligible response flew like spit from his mouth.

"Never!" Again it forcing him back. The wolves and the vampires watching the young queen demonstrate her authority. Not since her mother had they witness such rage. And that was directed at Anastasia's father. The arm of the throne cracked, spidering across the side of the stone.

"Never!"

"I am royalty by the rights of my birth…" The Baron raised his voice, the veins in his throat bulged, his eyes wide, he screamed.

The arm of the throne crumbled into pieces hitting the floor, tumbling along the ground. The pieces moved like nervous fingers tapping across the floor as the anger in her voice continued to strike the air and the ground.

She heard the sound of footsteps. She quickly glanced at the open doorway at the opposite end of the throne room. Then she looked to the young vampire next to her, she quickly rose rushing out another door.

The air exploded like thunder again, becoming heavy, hot like a furnace. She raised her chin, her eyes were black as the abyss glaring down at him. He could see the hate, the rage building up inside her. But unlike her mother, Anastasia had never felt this type of anger, rage_ bloodlust. She wanted him dead. He could see it. His body was beginning to trembled in fear. The smell of death was near. His arms struggling. The force field slowly shifting from its pale blue light to transparent.

She straightened her back, expanding her chest. She took a deep breath, holding her lips tight, the tips of her fangs glistening bright red, cutting her lips, her fangs extended. Her fist slammed against the arm of throne. The edge exploded, sending shards and pieces of stone through the air like bullets. The wolves and vampires remained still, never flinching.

The Baron felt it in his belly. It chewed at his insides, slowly causing him to feel sick with worry, with fear. Defeat, utter defeat, final defeat. The word slipped past his arrogance. His pride. He could feel her as she glared at him. She had decided, she was going to kill him.

"Ann…" He tried to sound fatherly. The wolves quickly stepped closer, their heads lowered, their claws clicking against the stone.

"I mean… Queen Anastasia" he nervously coughed, his throat was dry, constricting tight nearly choking him. His body weakening, "I am being presumptuous. I had forgot the rules of no male. Please forgive me. I really meant no harm I was bored so I thought I could go for a walk. It's been centuries since I toured the castle. So forgive me…"

Anastasia tilted her head, looking very much like the cat that caught the canary, a single claw slowly pressing against its chest.

"Forgive…" She spoke without emotion, "forgive you…" She blew out an exhausted breath. Her queens authority, pressing against them. The Baron's aides were no longer trembling the pressure squeezing them tight. They could only whimper, unable speak. Unable to look up to raise their eyes. So that she may see the fear of death in them.

"For little walk around the castle?" She arched her eyebrows as she spoke.

"yyyes…" He quickly answered with a slight stutter.

"I see…" She let out another sighed, "not for…" She paused, her eyes quickly looking around the room. She looked to the shewolves as they inched closer, then to the vampires, who knelt with patience.

"Not… For betraying my mother…" She tightened her lips and growled, his eyes went wide with shock and realization.

"WWwait… That was war…" His voice cracked as he shouted, "I lost two sons… So…" He nervously licked his lips, spit fell from his mouth. His face was straining, "I_"

"the five queen swore allegiance to each other…" Anastasia's voice grew calm. But the tone was laced with rage. It was burning inside her, slowly building waiting to explode. Her Queen's authority, intent still crushed against them.

"Francesca is dead…" The Baron spoke, as if reminding her as he choked under the strain, "I made that choice for the survival of the kingdom… So don't…"

"Hold it against you…" She slowly smiled, her black eyes were glistening, "I mean… We're still here…" She took a deep terrifyingly deep breath as her chest expanded nearly twice its size.

The cavern echoed with the sound of fabric tearing, like a rusty zipper slowly being pulled down. Anastasia slowly curling her lips into a smile. The sound of sails catching the wind, a sudden wind filled smack and large black wings grew in the air behind her. The wings wet, glistening black, a sheen of blood across them. Like locus wings drying in the morning sun. her blood rushed into it as it grew straight and stiffened. The large black wings moved with each pulse of her heart, a slight breeze brushed across her hair.

"Tell me again…" She blew out a breath, as she looked past him to the door at the end of the throne room.

The young vampire was standing outside the door, holding a bulky medium-size plastic bag. Anastasia took a quick breath, recognizing it.

"Mikoto…" She whispered.

She slowly closed her eyes, as her large black wings floated. She swallowed, a slight curl on her lips. Thinking what mikoto might've heard. She was standing in silence, barely nodding her head. She heard a step, looking up, she narrowed her eyes, seeing the Baron take a step forward. She grinned maliciously. She remembered mikoto and her fighting in the woods. Then when she thought it was over, mikoto grabbed her hand and shocked her with a large surge of electricity. Her lips spread a little wider, "good girl…"

She stepped towards the Baron, her wings thrusted forward like swords.

"Wait!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, raising his arms in front of him.

They stopped suddenly as she tilted her head, the tips of her black wings inches from his slowly fading force field. Her large black wings, black as onyx glistened. Like a large webbed black pair of hands, her wings hung before him. A long forearm like appendage, with five long thin fingerlike protrusions, held an ultrathin membrane spread wide between each finger.

The long forearm extended, sharp intrusions ran the length of it. He heard a cracking, snapping noise, blood sprayed out in a fine mist, quickly being reabsorbed by the wings.

A long bone like structure slowly grew extending to a point, the edges sharp as any knife. It could easily slice through stone.

She leaned a little forward, the wings floating in front of him, the bony point, the tip slipped through the force field.

"My queen…" His voice rose and then slowly disappeared.

Her mother had two sets of wings like this. Many, many centuries ago. The Baron remembered it clearly. With a single swipe she had feld a very large, thick tree. Now the same type of wings were being leveled at him, by her daughter, Anastasia.

"Tell me about forgiveness…" Anastasia whispered, cocking her head to the other side. "Tell me… And these very wolves…" She pointed to the wolves around her throne, "to these very vampires…" She pointed. "My mother…" She moved her chin up towards the tapestry, "they were all there!"